The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1888-03-23

didn't care for it. Then l beat my bead
against the wall. 1t hurt, and then | adj
jured the fellow by all he held most holy to
take my message
"Surely,' said, throwing my whole
soul intomy voice, you once had father
a dearly be owed, dearly loving father.
Suppose he were in my position and in
yours what would
Ives, but he amt, he broke in malici-
ously, and my father wasn't fat, any
way
"This was adding insult to injury, but
tried him on bis mothers side.
"'Think,' said woefully, think of your
aged, loving mother, how can you go home
to her with the blood of an innocent man
resting on your soul! Think of her agony
upon discovering her son a murderer; think
of your mother; think that ! am your
MOTHER wildly cried, forgetting for a
moment my sex.
But II wouldn't work at all. He said
that he didn't have any aged mother, but
that If he did have one, he guessed that If
he could stand my blood on his soul, he
guessed she could stand it, too.
Il was batiied at every turn Nothing /
could say or do seemed to have any effect
on my cold -Elooded, heartleSs captor. Time
went by as If ii had most pressing engage
nents elsewhere, and began to picture to
myself the appearance | should present in
re morning-with twenty-f0ur bullet holes
III my persou-slain for trivial fault. |
had drank lot of beer during the evening
and felt intentionally pulled out, and
after a while fell to wondering if | should
blow up when the first bullet punctured
my skin Then | hoped that l would ex-
plode, and that in my fail my death would
thereafter be an event not pleasant for my
aSsaSilnS to look back upon. | thought of
my pleasant life at Magua, sleeping with
centipedeS and nursing smallpox patients,
and cursed myself for fool to have left
that happy town. pictured to myself the
Indignation with which the news of my
death would be received by my comrades,
and how my wretched boy Mosey would
appropriate my saddlebags, which he had
long coveted. / grew desperate.
"'Wretched man. | cried, addressing
myself with melancholy enthusiasm to my
jailer, think well before you again refuse
my appeal Reflect that my murder will
bring upon this country such destruction rs
you have never dreamed of. Consider |
Continued, imagining, perhaps, that he was
an Indian, the wrath of our White Father
at Washington. He will send his armies
and his gunboats and they wi climb over
the mountains and wipe this town off the
face of the earth. He will, he'll-Will you
take my messageF My harangue ended in
despairing wal.
"'Oh,' said my friend, you make me
tired'-oh; | beg your pardon" said the
Colonel, correcting himself upon noting
my look of surprise, "he didn't say that
that's one of the expressions that has crept
into my head somewhere. OF course the
Dominican couldn't have said that, but he
meant something like it, so it's all the same
in the end"
This interruption disconnected the Colo
mel considerably, and it was only after some
little time that he continued: 1.-The thing
was getting serious. / must have been in
he place for over two hours, and the time
of my execution Il shivered weakly in my
bonds must be rapidly approaching. Sure
ly could reach this man some way. Sud
denly-l have heard of other men having
mad the same experience was struck with
a happy thought. Just at that time there
was "A craze in the town, and | had heard il
discussed the night before, for collecting
curious coins. had in my pocket rare
old pillar Spanish dollar. Maybe,
thought, the creature who guarded me was
crazy that way! Jumpin' Caesar! ] was al
most suffocated with excitement. calmeC
myself, | pressed hard down on my chair
| tried to smile, tried to keep from laugh
ing-l did
| life to hear his answer, ''are you fond Of ole
| coinsp
"His eye lighted up in second. was
saved! He was, he said, and if | had one
| he'd take my mess ige He rapidly IN
wound me from my chair. / was so be
| numb9d | could hardly stand, but | fished
| out the dollar and gave ii to the fellow, told
| him Us he loved his Maker to fly to oul
| agents house and tell him of my plight
| He went, locking the door and leaving me
in the dark. | found a match in nv safe
and looked at my watch. 1t was 5:4t
| o'clock. | blew out the match, and in about
| five minutes, as thought. | lit another one
| 1t was $50. Another af hour before my
| time came Then | thought that the villain
| had played me false, but hardly had put
| out my second match when oar age {
came blowing and putting in, and fell
| upon his neck and wept. He wasn't very
strong, and whom we rose up from the floor
his agitation had given place TO a desire tc
rub TIE back Of his head.
"My road to the Commentaries office
was one of roses That gentleman, upon
learning my identity, expressed great regret
at having taken me for spy, said nothing
about my confiscated revolver. and asked
me to breakfast with him at o'clock.
accepted with pleasure, and at the hour nj
which, but for my coin, ! should have gone
up in smoke, started in to have good
time.
''That was many years ago." concluded
the Colonel, land at time of great excite
ment. The people IN there have improved
4iuce then, and doubt If they would treat
"a man now as they treated me then"
"Humph," said the Colonel's wife, who
had heard the greater part Of this thrilling
tale, $50 do VERY mucn." r. S.