Spirit of the age. [volume] (Woodstock, Vt.) 1845-1913, 1880-05-12
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'Dead, =
"Thank God |"
"she died at Panama OF fever"
"Llarl No matter where she died
no matter Of wdat she died, you
were the cause and you murdered her
mo, | loved her"
II seemed Tor q mement as u John
son would have sprang upon and torn
him limb from limb even ~ a wild
beast might have done, 30 terrible was
his anger But with a mighty effort
he eurbed 1t, took his watch from bis
pocket and cooly saidi
Tn five minutes yon will be hang
Ing from yonder limb, just as true as
there Is God In Heaven
Have you no mercy" was brealhed
in the most pitiiul accents.
"Four minutes J.
80, my God! must live. ! can
not die | will bo your slave, any
thing, It you will but let me live
"Threc minutes"
at Is terrible, horrible! know !
am not ft TO live, but o. TO even
think of death.
1.-TWO minutes !!
!"Nlcrcy, mercy! | will give you
much good, will toll for you night and
day"
"One minute 1t is the last y and
the watch was replaced in his pocket
"Only let me livea year, six months,
one month, one day, single hour,
and I'll--'
What promise he would have given
was only known to tho shuddering
spirits that had gathered mournfnlly
around that stern execution in the
depths OF tho silent forest. Before
the sentence could be finished the
quivering form was suspended from
the arms of the gibbet tree dangling
in tho wind, and the rope was made
fast.
In the cool, gray light of the morn
ing Johnson sat down. rested his rifle
across his knees and prepared for q
watch, he knew not how long. But 1t
was much shorter than he expected
The cheating of the previous night
had been clearly proven and with sun
rise the mob were upon his trail. 1t
was quickly found. followed, and they
saw that their vengeance had been
anticipated, and the tide Of feeling in.
stantly changed.
who can have done this terrible
deed?" asked the leader, as he looked
into the white faces around.
a." answered Miles Johnson, STEP
ping forth boldly.
"You! Then, by heaven, you shall
meet the same fate"
81 am ready. But hear me for ar
instant. Two years ago l was hap
py father. One child--a beautiful
and loving girl made my home as
heaven. A smooth-f faced serpent came,
aud, with lying lips, tempted my an
gel to leave me, and betrayed her
Ashamed to return to the home she
had disgraced, she followed him and
died of broken heart My child
sleeps in a nameless and dishonored
grave-the serpent hangs from yondel
limb-Yes, I, the father, revenged the
child. And now do with me as you
will"
He threw aside his weapons, barred
his breast, raised bimself to his utmost
height looked the crowd unflinchingly
in the eye, aud sad, in trembling
tones:
moot y
The wave of revenge swept back
with a sudden aud mighty flow. There
was not single heart that did not ap,
plaud the deed, not one single hand
that would not have assisted. They
raised and carried him as a hero to
the town, leaving the victim OF his
parenta! punishment to rot in the sun
and wind, aud be torn and eaten by
foul birds.
1t was Just such deed OF wild ven
geance as fitted the times and the
men, and with characteristic nomen-
clature the place of the execution
(baptized in blood) was known as
"Haugman's Canyon" ."-[Golden Era
A fellow stopped at hotel in Lead,
ILL 81 &bo Iondlord charOed him