Idaho County free press. [volume] (Grangeville, Idaho Territory) 1886-current, 1889-11-22

want 10 escape at 1fSU, now tnaC
had, it seemed to me doubly bitter
to be retaken. do not know how to
explain it to you, but the second
was worse than the first. But
what could l do? There wasn't q
tree for miles-there was no broken
ground nor rocks to hide in. Moth
ing but the wide rolling plain,
and that line of men slowly riding
towards me- 1t made me feel sick.
81 took the only chance | had, and
lay down in q hollow place where
they might overlook me, and so l
waited. ! could hear the shouts of
the men as they came nearer, hear
the barking of the dogs, and | could
do nothing. tell you seemed to
fairly melt with perspriation. Atlast
they came quite close. A dog saw
me and began to bark. | sprang to
my feet and as did so n man fred
at me and shot me in the shoulder,
which is stiff yet. THIS man was
John Bogart, the deputy sheriff. OF
course there was no fight-I had
nothing to fight with Sheriff Hughes
came up, put me OH horse, and
back we went to town This time had
shackles to my feet. My case was
worse than before, because every one
was now sure that had killed poor
Bob. l tell you l paid dearly for
that hasty speech to him.
Naturally my capture soon be-
came known, and Polly, as she has
told me since, was nearly beside her.
self at the result. She blamed her
self for it all, especially as every one
told her that my running away
proved my guilt. The poor girl got
sick with anxiety and fear, and
had to take to her bed.
Meantime, the time for my trial
was coming mighty near, and | do
not believe that a juryman could
have been found in Sacramento to
say that l was not guilty. In fact,
any twelve men would have SEN
fenced me without hearing the evil
dence. My shoulder bothered me
not little, too, and Bogart, the
jailer, used to tell me, with O. grin,
l must get well in time for the 'cere-
mony, as he called the hanging.
CHeerlul, WASH IL!
Zone evening, Polly who was get
ting little stronger, was sitting on
the porch of their house, when she
saw man walking up the street.
She has always said she does not
know why she did it, but something
made her follow him. She Just could
not help it. She did follow him down
a by-lane, until he reached a hillock
OF sand just outside the town. On
the further side of this, she saw him
dig some things up which he put into
his pockets. Then, after filling in
the hole, he made his way back, pass
ing close to where the girl was crouch
ing behind n pile of rubbish, so close
that she recognized him. She followed
him again, and saw him walk towards
the Jail. Reaching that building, he
went into little house at ono side.
and Polly crept softly up, andlooked
through n crack between two of the
boards.
what she saw was enough to
make hergo to the sheriff's house as
fast she could walk. Hughes had gone
to bed, but Polly insisted on his get
ting up and talking to her. When he
heard her story, he put on his hat,
went out and got three men he knew,
and made his way with them to the
house by the Jail. Here they walked
in, and quietly searched the room.
II suppose you have guessed what
they found. All of poor Bob's things
his watch, his money, revolver,
with his name on it, and his
pipe were hidden away under a
board in the floor under the
bed. 1t was while they were
looking at the thing that step was
heard, and the door opened for
second. Before they could lump, the
man had turned and run, only to
fall into the arms of stout Mike Cas-
sidy, the guard Hughes had left by
the door, with orders to let any one
in but no one out; and when they
hauled the man back into the room
where the light was, Hughes had the
pleasure oflooking at his own deputy
and Jail keeper, John Bogart.
10 make long story short, Bo-
CART was the guilty man, and he
took n more prominent part in the
ceremony than he had anticipated.
As it afterwards turned out, he had
some money belonging
10 the county, and hearin that
Bob had several thousand dollars
With him which he was taking
home, he had stolen up behind him
n the street and crushed in his head
With an iron bar. He might not
lave done it had he not heard of the
quarrel between Bob and myself In
jhe morning, when the body was
discovered, he suggested that was
he murderer, and, of course, the
he suggestion was taken up. He
confessed everything before he died.
'The next day Polly insisted on
.elling me the news, and, naturally,
The was allowed to. am not going
% say anything about that meeting,
)ut after we had been together an
lour Hughes came in, saying he
wanted to congratulate me too. 1t
vas not long before l was out ON
oail, and people could not do enough
or me. Igot cases as fast as l
ould take them, and it was not
ong before was as prosperous ~ l
lad been poor before. AS for Polly
why, if you have done smoking,
We can join her in the parlor. -
Alfred Balch, in N. Y. Ledger.