The Sweetwater enterprise. (Sweetwater, Tenn.) 1869-187?, 1871-02-02

coarse, Orutal-IOOklhg man opposite, VIII
bushy beard and Il coat of shaggy wool
with the collar turned up around his ears
felt convinced that this man with the
brutal eyes, and the heavy, hanging jaws
was the Cain! And as | looked furtiyel,
across, | caught the wide-opou Orbs of the
fair little girl,
Obeying the instantaneous impulse o.
my heart, rose and went over to her.
'"Iou heard what We were saying, my
childl"
"Yes, murder-oh, how horrible !"
"Do not be frightened, no one will hurt
you"
She smiled up in my face with sweet
coufdng innocence.
Our stay at Exmouth was but brief
but during the delay l could SEQ that the
watchfUl detective had changed his seat to
one nearer the british man in the shaggy
Oyerc0at.
"Sce" faltercd the young girl, "they
locked the car doors at ExmOuth; they
are unlocking them nOw." .
She WIS right.
"Probobly they we're fearful least the
criminal should escape" remarked, in an
undertone.
"Will you-may trouble you to bring
me glass of water :"
| rose and made my way to the ice cooler
by the door, but with difficulty, for the
train was again in rapid motion. To my
disappointment, the tin goblet was chained
to the shelf
"NO NATTER" she said, with winning
smile, 81 will come myself"
| drew tie water, and held up the cup /;
but Instead Of taking it as she approached,
she brushed suddenly past me, opened the
door and rushed out upon the platform.
"Stop her stop herp shouted the de-
tective, springing to his feet. "She will
be killed COnductor--brakeman--hold
upw
There was q rush-a tumult-a hustle.
W.. Grst upon the platform; but it
was empty aud deserted, save by half
frozen looking brakeman, who seemed
horror-stricken,
"Sho went past me like a shadow, and
jumped off as we crossed Caim turnpike
road" he stammcrod.
dumped of the express train! Well"
said the conductor, Struggling his shoul-
ders, ",ho must have been killed instant
ly. What mad folly"
''lt's five hmdrc dollars out Of my
pocket" said the detective ruetully. 81
didn't want scene before VIC got to
BoySwater, but | was a confounded fool.
A woman cornercd will do anything be-
lieve p
"What" | circulated; "you surely do
not mean that child"
81 mean," said the detective, calmly,
"that that child, as you call her, is AttiIa
Burten, a married woman, twonty-six
years old, who last night murdered four
persons in cold blood, and was trying to
escape to Canada"
The train was stopped, and a party of
us went back to seUrch for any trace Of
the young creature, whose apparent nno-
cence had appealed to my sympathies SO
earnestly. We found her at length, quite
dead, by the side OF the track, frightfully
mangled by the force of the fall, and mu-
tilated almost beyond recognition.
"WOll, she escaped justice in this world,
if not in the next" said the detective,
gl9omily, as he stood looking down upon
her remains.
"DO you suppose she expected to be
able to spring from the train without in
jury" asked.
"Without much injury? Yes; women
are unreasoning creatures! But never
dreamed of such insane folly, or | should
have taken measures to prevent it,"
They lifted up the fair dead thing, and
carried it to the nearest place Of refuge
lonely farm house among the frozen hills
and We returned u the train, reaching
Bayswater only few minutes behind time.
And when, in the mornings papers, !
read the account of the murder, and the
tragic end of the murdercss, | thought Of
the slender creatures blue eyes and rose
bud mouth, with Il strange, pitying thrill
at my heart.