The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1875-07-30

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a break-neck speed. For mile she flew
| like the wind; but Townships firm hand
drew her in at last. and for the time being
the horse recognized her master. But
Judy's eve glitter, d; she looked wicked.
Townships eye glistened; he felt proud.
AT ease with all mankind, he willingly
drew lines 10 chat with Ricketts,, who was
! riding from town on horseback.
"Wcll. what's the news = inquired
/ Townsley, with a patronizng nod, In eN-
change for Ricketts, neighborly greeting.
wal, ther hain't much news, Mr..
| Townsley." said Ricketts,, shifting 10 an
easier position in his saddle and leaning
down comfortably on the pommel. Not
much news OF any kini; every bodys so
tarnal full of the hangin'.n
"Krietl, Ell The fellow that murdered
his wifeg SO he's got 10 swing for IL, has
hep Hanging's too good for such cuss
rs he was
Judy plunged and reared and snorted
fire.
" Ya-as Papers full on't;, consider
able excitement. lfthey'd pardoned him,
The spirited judy gave "A leap but
Townsley quieted her.
"les,' said Townsley, " he was hard
case
"Oh, desput hard" interrupted Rick
etts. You read theaccount. didn't you"
"Oh yes. YES. | recollect the whole
miserable affair. \ man who will abuse
a woman rs he did, "a man who in cold
blood shoots down this mother of his child,
rs krietf did-hanging isn't enough for
him; il isn't enough. Whoa Judy I;
whoa YOU beast. Yes. fine horse
pretty fine horse. Whoa Judy. Stand
stll there. How did he behave on the
galows -
" Like man. the paper says. For the
fust time in his life, | reckon. Yes, died
without fnchin'; didn't seem TO care
what become OF him.
Its dreadful" said Townsley. jerking
his horses mouth and with difficulty con-
trolling her. "The way crime-whoa
is increasine-tohod Mrs. Punch, or I'll
get out and whip you till you know who
| am. That's the third ease of wife-mur-
der we've heard Of within"
Here Judy dashed off at full speed, and
Townsley was obliged 10 leave his sem
tence unfinished.
What allied the brute that mornings
The nerve and muscle of one strong man
were not enough 20 hold her. The bug
gy was tossed from side 10 side of the
road as the horse rushed onward. Towns.
lev grew pale with rage. He cut the ami
NAL right and left. Then he grew pale at
sight of the danger before him. and tried
to restrain her with kind reassuring
words. Caresses after whippings are ac-
cepted by the child when refused by the
beast Townsley was conscious of spin
tiers zigzagging like lightning before his
eyes conscious OF bracing and hol ing
with both hands; then of great plunge
shr@, ,frl fl,aa fr. of t,1nuyipn tho Ground
with his shoulder. and gurglinga PRAYER,
through the gravel which filled his
mouth, that God would save him. Then
his neck apparently broke and he knew
no more.
When Townsley came TO himself he
opened his eyes YEARLY. then wondering
ly, then fearfully. After which he closed
them in hurry.
Townsley was scared. He had seen his
own soul. IL wa lowering over him like
a balloon and struggling TO freeitself from
the body. Was he dead. or dying, or
trembling on the border-land? He did
not knew. He opened his eyes again,
looking this time from the souls stand
point. He W that mangled, motionless
body of his, wrapped in the wayside dus'
and he felt himself the soul suspended In
air. with all that earthly flesh clogging
his uprising.
But which am z" groaned Townsley,
a cold Precipitation breaking out all over
him.
He seemed to comprise two beings, each
wrestling for the mastery. The soul
pulled hard for liberty, but the body's
dead weight would grant it no release.
Sounds filled his ears Ike rushing waters
and his throat was parched and burning.
Townsley was never In such fix in his
life. Was this life, or was il death The
heart of this strong man failed him.
Help ~ he cried. "Help!"
But only the perfume OF bruised and dy-
ing flowers floated by, and above the noise
of the waters only the little grieved note
of a singing bird gave snswer.
Trembling. frightened, weak, one other
cry escaped that quivering mass OF flesh
which the soul tortured and pulled and
strained increasingly.
"Janie, Ja-niel pleaded Townsey,
"help me-keep me-stay by me- m
going mad-oh! jamie ~
But all he saw. az his eyes closed heavi-
ly, was white-faced woman rubbing
sprouts from a mountain # potatoes. She
sat In a cold, damp cellar, with a tallow-
dip for light Her sleeves were rolled
above the elbow; but the arm exposed
had long ago lost all beauty OF shape
skin and bone was all ie could boast of
now. Hers had been pretty face once.
he remembered--a sunny, laughing,
rounded face. But II was old and worn
and thin and haggard now. Tears wash
ed down the cheek hollows and washed
white streaks down the muddy potatoes
and the dark-stained hands. She did not
cease working an instant, save now and
then 10 pick up and put back the we'd
ding-ring which kept falling from her
wasted finger.
Little loyal woman down there In the
dark. God bless you," exclaimed voice
which penetrated Townsley's soul.
"Janie--help me--save mel" cried the
feeble body, choking with the dust which
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