The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1885-02-27

Yet, Notwithstanding the fact that yo
have had money to bet at poker, yo
have failed to keep your promise
Yes, it is very good idea to punis
men for lying, and now since you hav
reminded me of your untruthfulnes:
think it would be well to act upo
your conception of justice. You
honor. make me out warrant of al
rest, please. -
For time the marshal knew no
what to say. His face grew red. "Yo
all know me-" he replied. 81 am no
stranger. I didn't come here an,
try to beat any of you. I'll pay tn
ten dollars; don't fret about that.
don't think it is right to hop on maj
that's trying to protect the communi
ty against fraud. I've got nothing
against this fellow and am willing tC
see him turned loose"
Il am glad to hear you say SOL re-
joined Mr.. Metford. 'You needn't
make out the warrant, judge. Well,
Mr.. Hockersmith," turning to me, "as
there is nothing against you here, you
will please accompany me home"
When we again went to the house,
Mrs. Metford's lip trembled. They
would not hear to my leaving them, SO
| remained all night. The next morn
ing l awoke with a burning fever
Then l went into a state of delirium
and for several weeks knew nothing.
When / regained consciousness. my
mind was so confused that 1 could not
think. / knew that 1 talked incoher-
emily, therefore said but little.
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room, man was shown up by one of
the servants. Mr.. and Mrs. Metford
were away from home, having gone
over to neighbours house.
Don't you know mep" said the
man.
II don't think that 1 ever saw you
BEFORE" replied.
He looked at me and smiled sadly.
what do you mean, 1 asked"
81 mean nothing offensive. You
know Abe Catham?"
"Never heard of him."
81 am sorry, for had hoped that
you would recognize me-"
Glow can l recognize you, sir, when
this is the first time we have ever
netp''
He shook his head ard muttered
something which sounded to me like
poor fellow" Then he startled me |
~ saying:
81 have been your keeper for years"
eyes ; am connected with the Mis-
ouri Insane asylum"
81 don't dispute your position as
.eeper, but can assure you that 1
ave never seen the Institution. 1 am
st. Louis land man.
''Let me tell you something which
as just come to light. You were
rounded at the battle of Antietam.
"Shiloh."
Sat Antietam. You and a young
irginian, who to some extent resem-
led you-a man named Hockersmith
Ill close to each other. In the report
the killed and wounded, you were
ut down on the dead list and this
ian Hockersmith was reported to be
ounded. You had been struck by
lece OF shell and was, upon recovery {
the wound, found to be hopelessly ,
sane. You went to Richmond, but
our supposed relatives spurned you,
} have heard and, after wander {
g around, you went to Missouri and i
as placed in an insane asylum where i
III remained until few weeks ago s
hen you escaped. Your name have i
armed is NOrval Metford and have a
me to tell your parents, after salts 9
ing myself that it is you" a
The room began to turn around. The S
ans voice sounded away off at a
eat distance. He seemed to be
outing, but Il could not catch his
0rds. Then some one, dressed in G.
d tight breeches, came in and +
need on the back OF chair. A h
acksmith led in horse and began q
shoe him. His bellows roared and h
J anvil rang so loud that had to p
t my fingers in my ears. His fire o
gan to gradually darken and, with +,
sudden puff it went out, leaving me
blackness of atmosphere. 1 q
oped around, but could find no n
ening in the wall. 1 cried aloud /;
lamp and 1 cursed the black :,
18th for allowing his fire to 90 out y
tn such cruel puff. Crawling r
ound on my hands and knees / &
Ind match. kissed it. pressed a.
% my heart. "Thank God - cried. / g,
hank God. that once more there a
Ill De light in the world" Tears q,
canned from my eyes. l tried to n
hit the match. The tears had damp ~
I'd it, and with the feeblest little -
w, it died away, leaving me in de- n
lir heard voice, low and sweet. n,
Who are you?" l asked. w
tear fell on my forehead, and m m
sping my hands, turned my face n
ward. "Whose tears are those fall in
upon mel ~ l cried. The voice, O.
and sweet, sang, but the tears con- Il,
ued to fall. "Oh, can you not give h,
a lampP" l cried in agony. a
nething touched me. 1t was NJ
I'D, cold and dark, but l Rugged it he
Sc to me and took care lest my Of
rs should fall upon it. 1 placedjit FL
the floor and with my hands clasped Ia
und it, l lay down and prayed. A no
BILE little CLEAN fickered between ~;
fingers. The lamp grew warm. 60
loved my hands. The little blaze 60
kered, and then-yes, oh, glories IN
heaven, then-there came a grand VI
st of light, flood of magnificent nr
mination. l lay on bed. The Fl,