Wood County reporter. [volume] (Grand Rapids [i.e. Wisconsin Rapids], Wis.) 1857-1923, 1888-05-17

grave good man, the more her heart
was insensibly drawn to him. Roland
Audrey, much to everyone's surprise,
had married Mia, and together they
had left their native place
After q year had passed, the execu-
tors began to take steps towards carry
inc out the squire's viii.
Then Dr. Howard took his fate in his
hands, and placed his heart at the feet
of the young girl he had known and
loved so long.
''1ou VIII be poor man wife, my
Alice. " he said, as he read in her sweet
eyes that the love he asked for was his,
for can never give YOU the luxury
you leave"
His mouth was stopped by q soft lit
tie hand, and she answered back:
Robert, Il hut would be palace
shared with You"
But strange things happen some
times, and Alice and her mother never
had to leave their dear home.
On looking over the squire's papers,
the lawyer discovered Il will bearing 4
later date than that which had ALWAYS
been thought the correct one. In it an
former documents We're revoked. and
his sister and her daughter left the sole
heirs Of the estate, although he still
expressed the desire that his nephew
and niece should marry.
And now. as Alice looks up with
wifelv love into the face of her hus-
band, who still makes the lives and
souls of his parishioners as much his
care Is when he was poor landlesS
minister. she sees and recognizes the
Kind Hand which out of evil makes
good, and out Of darkness brings light.
Indian Justice.
''By the way" said an oId-timer to 4
SGH BcrRadjp0 Times reporter. looking
up from his morning paper, y see they
have sent officers out to Fort Yuma to
arrest an Indian there for killing one
of his companions. That reminds me
of 4 ease that happened here way back
in the COS, In those days the white
people didn't care much about how the
Indians acted, and we let them fight
their own battles. One day party of
Coahuilas came in with one OF their
number named Coche Che was not fat
like 4 pig, and that was the way he
got his nancy. They took him to the
courthouse and wanted him tried and
punished for killing another Indian.
But as no white man had seen or knew
anything about the matter the officers
refused 10 take charge of Mr.. Coche,
and told the Indians they would have
to settle the affair the best way they
coltsd. Well, they took Coche down to
Squaw fiat, near Warm creek, and had
a big pOWWOW over him. He was
found guilty Of murder and sentenced
to be hanged. The sentence was 10 be
carried out at once. They didn't be-
lieve in giving Coche any chance to get
Off or to appeal to the supreme court.
1.-The court had been held under the
shade of some cottonwood trees, and
when the trial was over the Indians
took rawhide RATA and proceeded to
hang Mr.. COche in not the most APP
proved fashion. They hauled him up
to a cottonwood limb, held him q few
moments, and then let him down again
A lot of boys (for | was only boy
them gathered around to sec the fun
and a great sight it was, too. Coche
really seemed to rather like the thing.
They would haul away on the RATA and
hang him up and then let him down.
Between times COche asked for cigar
cites, and he smoked them with as
much relish rs if he was at fiesta in
stead of taking part in his own eXecu-
ton.
"WelI, don't you know, those con-
founded Indians kept this up the whole
forenoon, first hangingand then letting
Coche down. He would grin and
chaff his companions, and on the whole
didn't seem to have q bad sort of q
time. But along toward noon the In
dians got a little tired of the fun, and
| reckon Coche did, too, so they gave
final haul on the RATA, and then made
the end fast to tree and let the poor
devil strangle to death.
81 tell you what, just wish that wo-
man that wrote Ramona could have
seen that hanging. l reckon she
wouldn't have thought quite so much
of her Indian pets after that And
there was another thing ! wish she
could have seen, too. Why, come to
think, it isn't more than about a dozen
years since these nice, peaceable, inof-
fensive, cOpper-colored sons Of guns
tried to cut a squaw all to pieces down
there on the fiat. They drove four
stakes in the ground, stripped the
squaw, and tied her hands and feet,
one to each stake, spread-eagle fashion.
Then they took their knives and began
to mark out gridirons and such-like
things on her back. Heller? You
just bet she hollered! Why, the people
up in town heard it, and they're down
and found the squaw bleeding like a
pig; and what do you suppose the mat
ter was? Well, the woman had earned
four bits somehow or other, and didn't
give the money to her buck. That was
all. How she earned it the buck
didn't care. All that he was mad
about was that she didn't give it to him
to buy whisky. Oh, | could 90 on and
tell you a lot more about those miser-
able, worthless ours. But | Just wish
that woman writer could have seen
some of the things l have, that's all.
Lamont's Alligator Story.