The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1889-08-31

What dye write EN- for, them"
ITO occupy my idle moments; to relieve
my distraction"
What dye do with emp"
4 burn them up.
Baird looked round with kind of tri-
umph. From the expression of the faces
about him, it was plain that this part of
Smedley's story received no credence.
What brought you up here, anyway"
pursued Baird.
Cant you understand it," The pris-
oner spoke with Impotence and If 1tatlon.
IF you are not blocks of wood you Will
know what those letters mean. l wanted
to get away from men and women; to try
to get away from myself. That is why l
came to this lonely region. There was no
other reason.
20, wasn't there? What did ye make all
these pictures of the mountains and the
passes for-if not to send EN- to the reb
els?"
Il swear / had no such intention. 1t
was only to amuse myself and occupy my
mind
What did We cote Knoxville for, week
ago? And what did Harris soldiers let ye
come back for?"
L did not go there
You didn't"
NO. | started, intending to go there
and get the news and some supplies that
/ could not procure up here. l got within
SIX miles of the plIce and was warned by
friendly Union woman not 10 so on
She found out what my sentiments were
by talking with me, and she told me that
[ would surely lie conscripted into the
rebel army if | got TO Knoxville. l made
out to buy very small store OF provisions
he I ~ tad hack
was at Knoxville month ago and learned
to he careful"
Here's three small books, called 'Har-
dee's Tactics What be they"
They relate to the study of war. They
tell how to drill and manage infantry"
What be you doing with them?"
Il was a soldier In Mexico, | told You.
l have always since taken an interest in
studying the movements of troops"
"Hardce!" exclaimed Burt Hankins
I've heard that name before. l saw it III
a paper. He's a rebel General"
Smedley was tempted to smile, but the
lowering faces about him warned him that
this item of proof was thought to be seri-
Gus.
The book was written years before this
war, he explained. The author was then
an officer in the United States amy.
"Humph Lots of EN- was, l hear, who
is secesh now. How did you get that
paper if you didn't go to Knoxyille?"
Il got it of the woman l spoke Of. :"
You don't deny that you was born IN
Mississippi"
NO; Tor that l fed from there when l
became afraid that l would have TO join
the rebel army if | stayed. | tell you I
have suffered forthe Union-perh ps more
than you have. If l have not fought for
it in this war, have not fought against it. "
4 brief silence followed his words.
Do you want to say anything more?"
Wallace Baird asked
Nothing. If | have not convinced you
that [ am not a rebel spy, thea | can not
! convince you. l have told you the truth.
If | die for it, l can tell no other story.
am as good Union man as the best of
you.
He looked straight into Bairds eyes, and
| knew that this man. at least believed
him guilty of the charge. Looking round
upon the other faces, he saw little en-
couragement.
Sanders, Bulls, s0id the Judge. take
him ou side. We will consult little.
He went out with bis guards. They
stood in dull silence near him gun III
/ hand, while the confused murmur of
voices came from the cabin. Smedley
looked around him and off along the
misty mountains, over which the neon
WIS shining leaving the steep slopes half
shade, half light. Bat an hour ago life
had seemed TO him an intClerable burden
a dull. dreary pain; now, when it was
threatened 10 he taken from him, the
thought of lie wing it gave him a paug.
He wondered where he should be on the
/ following night; if Isabel would really be
sorry when she heard Of his cruel fate; if
/ she would she'd single tear when
| The men IN the cabin all came ont to-
! gether ard gathered about him. He read
his doom in their faces.
/ Smeiley," said the Judge, we have
/ voted YOU guilty. Parts of your story are
| easola5le eaough; but it don't hang well
/ together. Sanders aud Bulls, what dc
1 you saw"
He's spy, was the answer Of both
/ Come along" was Bairds brief and
/ teri bic order.
/ All walked about ten rods to the seat
! tering tint err The Judge paused under
an oak that had stout branch twelve
| feet M.
This will do, he said. Get ready"
Smedl VS. arms were bound behind him,
! his ankles We're tied, and his handkerchief
/ was fastened Over his ewes. The moose
was placed round his neck. the rope was
passed over The branch, and the end was
/ in the hands of three men. The victim
swiftly commended his soul to his Maker.
Anything 10 say?" asked Baird.
! This Is a murder!" was the firm reply.
! You viii learn the truth too late. May
| God TO give you, | am a soldier and do
not fear death, but l ought not to die
! thus
| Wallace Baird raised his hand. Smed-
ley felt the rope tighten about his neck;
he was lifted from his feet Flashes of
! fire were before his eyes. Followed by
| darkness, the loud, roaring of something
| like the rush Of many waters, and be
| knew no more.