The Ottawa free trader., 1873-09-06

ror OF that region. 40, The matter has been
thoroughly discussed all the Saturday night
Ily the men Of the colony the pastor prc,id'
ing, and with frequent prayer tor DIVING
guidance. Are they not in town; Inc nay
ng not yet reached, and actually turned thclf
tents into loo cabins upon their town Nllc-
what difference doe, that make And who
doubt, or denies the guilt Of the murderer?
Money. watch, memorandum book, Well.Worh
pockct Testament even, of the murdered man
found upon him, And Beauty Harmon nev,
cr denies the crime at all; only curses, ana
strikes and SpitS at them till he Is exhausted,
Iboosting all the time of what "thc boys VIII
do to them for his death bewaillng ohiy thr
fact that he separated himsclttrom the boys
and took to the rough gambling all by nm
self
Very easily could the criminal have had
his case at least postponed, for he is not 'Wch'
ty year, old; the most perfectly handsome
human being ever saw one OF lhc men Il.
IterwardS told the writer. He had but TO ac-
knowledge all, beg and pray, and promise lor
the future. and over the very body Of his vic.
tim possibly-by the women first, the men al
tcrward he would have been held at least
under adyiscmcnt But he has driven inr
women into silence from thc ilrst by ms on
scene curses upon them; simply a bcaulIluI
wild animal, Il sleek and spotted panther, Ut
|tcrlv untamablc, too wicked and dangerous
/ to let loose,
| And so the sermon i, ended not without
Idoyolo"y and bcncdiction. The weeping pas.
tor attempts besccChing cNhortation 10 thc
condcmncd, till cursed 10y him into despair.
| inc silence. The women uncover the lace oi
the dead for a last look, but are FASTENED from
it by the brutal language OF the murderer
Then the men, the pastor following in the
rear, bear the murdered and the murderer to
the live oak beneath which the body was
found, and where n wide grave has already
been dug a stout halter from one OF the horses
already secured to the limb overhead. 1t Is
wholly useless, the attempted prayer OF the
pastor, for Beauty Harmon gives way TO
iicrccr frenzy Of cursing, possibly to keep ms
courage M 10 the last-cursing which
Ionly ceases when Il sunden blow upon the
horse upon which he is seated with the rope
around his neck, leaves him struggling in the
Sunday light, in II few minutes to hang re-
volying from right To lctt-dcad! And sol
the two are laid side by side in the same
crave. The women, too, cluster about the
dead now and lend their tears and their voices
to the funeral psalm. Another prayer, IN
which both of the dead are left in the hand OF
God, with cntrcuty for forgiveness if any sin
has been committed in the matter he doA'
ology and bcnedlction yet again, ana the ser.
vice ended. =
II was wears after that one of the officers of
the church, now an old man, told the writer
the whole story, with no shade Of regret as to
the COURSE they had pursued.
"Aud. Won see. we wrote to Beauty llar.
mons people rs soOns We could learn where
Ithcv lived, told them the whole story, Just
how it happened, the old pioneer said to me
in continuation.
and what did they write about him. | !
asked.
"Thcy never wrote. The old man, the boys i
father. he came ont here You see we had
kept the bOy'> saddlcb BAGS, an didn't know
what 10 do with the things. Mighty bad boy,
Beauty always was; desperate bad boy, the
old man said" my agcd friend added
"But what did he say to your hanging his
som" ycnturcd to ask. And how the exact
words Of my intormants reply lingcr 10 this
hour in my ear.
20, the old man, hc grumbcd about that
nightly It was such coldhIoodcd mur-
der, and John Armstrong he was such good
man. real valuable man, | had no more feel
ing in hanging that young Wild'cai-What Il 4
Beauty he was eyes and claws and satin i
skim my friend added after a long silence.
But when we came 10 examine ms saddle
bars closely after he was buried, we found
one little bundle The women had biz cry
over #. ! couldn't help but feeling some my
self i
But what was it,
"Oh, nothing in the world In that saddle. I
bag was loaded dice, decks of marked cards,
books full Of the dirticst pictures you ever
saw. But that little bundle Nothing at all, c
ll last, but pair Of little red baby shoes tied |
lp very carefully in bit of white paper all
80 tlctnsoIvn. II IL minhtv foolish | know !