The Osceola times., 1882-03-25

Portable BACK DutlulDgS lOoklnR stfchc
and hospitable. There" he said, sis my
motherin-la laws house. and / reckon
can git We IN thar If thatll do ye."
The trader consented, ard WAS shown
to the lane leading northward from the
Seaford road. He passed over the little
bridge marking the dividing line, and
entered Delaware state, for Joe discrimi-
mated between jurisdictions, and did not,
want to kill white man in Maryland
my MARYLAND" So he took the Georgian
mp the lane and introduced him TO Patty.
That familiar dame took his measure and
belongings in, and Joe gave her mean
ing look "Yes, by God !" said Patty, i
kin give him bed an supper. III fix
ye sweet, honey, for | Jess like man
that takes away these yer Delaware mig.
gers where they can be with something
They'se pack of damned, go-long, good.
for-nothing yer in this nigh about burned
abolition county. Have little whisky
an honey, friend, or little peach an
honey, It's allus good yer"
With this or similar talk the hostess
lulled all fears OF too mEch refinement
and ceremony in the man dealers mind,
and adapted herself to his tastes and
familiarity.
But she and Joe had word, and Joe
and his brother Ebenezer were lurking
around like buxzards above a diving steer,
ana it WIS arranged that Patty herself
should kill the trader.
Accordingly, she prepared her horse
pis'ol-one Of those weapons current
fifty years ago, which carried charge
like musket, and was also fitted with a
spring dagger, so that, after firing, if the
object was not disabled, the owner of the
weapon might finish him with the blade
The travellers supper was made ready
and set before him, and his chair was
placed with its back to window looking
out on Patty's little garden-that garden
already, perhaps, planted with little
seeds of men and women, the bones OF
murdered children.
Honey" said the beldame, las the man
started to eat OF her fare, 81 goes out ytI
in the garden in the cool of the evenings
to weed my green's. Ifye hyear me vel
know Pm close by an ready to wait on
ye, honey ~
She weeded with her black heart sowr
with tares, till the man, being satisf ed
with food, tipped his chair against the
window, presenting the back of his head
to her aim, and then she crept up with
her pistol beneath her apron. The man
suddenly turned his head.
81 stepped up, honey" she exclaimed,
to see if We didn't want little more
pone, or homny. or biscuit"
mo" said the trader, g! have done
big, Aunt Patty. Now III smoke"
Lx 81. L.; ,,.N - L.,
tinder, she lurked again near the win
dow, and, bold as tigress, she spranl
suddenly forward and poured in the
slugs and shot. The man lesped toward
upon the table, and his blood like wine
sanced all its viands.
The bound boy of Patty, one Cyrus
James, afterward tall man, saw old Pat.
ty and her son-in-law Joe, and his broth
er, Ebenezer johnson, carrying this
mans body in blue chest out into the
garden, but he did not tell the tale foi
years.
In the spring of 1929 man named
James Moore, who had rented the farm
was blowing in that garden field, and he
was annoyed by various heaps of brush
thrown here and there, as Patty had said
to let the fowls lay in them. Moore
something of a kinsman, probably, drove
his plow over one of those brush sites
when the horse sank into hole and
struck something that sounded hollow.
Behold it was blue chest. In it be
found mans bones, then lying there
nine years. He spread the discovery
and the people from all roundabout be
gan to dig.
At this time the old woman was living
in the Johnson house, whence Joe had
been compelled to go. She saw the dig
gers going into her little cottage and
Knocked them
'There's Jim Scott he's going to raise
HI, amt he? There's old Jack Lemont
lie thinks he'll find something
But her craven tools guided the
spaders, and two more parcels of bonea
were found. A little of the truth begar
to come ont. The old woman, unbe
friended saw that her day had come and
hid herself within the dark den of John
sons slave pen tavern. 1t was consider
ed dangerous to arrest Patty Cannon on
account of her desperate courage, but {
smallish man, Jacob Wilson, the Mary
land constable, did it, and, it is said
stripped her to search for weapons anC
found a pair of pistols under her arm
pits. Her favorite weapons were horst
pistols.
Fully committed, Patty was taken by
the posse to Georgetown, twelve mile
distant, then place of about 800 people
end put in the little brick Jail. Tn,
grand jury met in the red painted wood
en- court house, long since destroyed, anC
found three true bills of murder agains
her and against the Johnsons, who fle,
south. These deperadoes never CAM
near her in her extremity.
"Ah," said Patty, 81 had plenty o
money once and then plenty of friends
Now | have no money, and everybod,
gives me the cold shoulder
She would have beer tried at the cour
of Over and Termincr in October, bu
soon after her indictment she swallowed
the arsenic and died a horri ole death oi
the lth of the month"; presume Apri
or May.
West Pointers.
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