Idaho County free press. [volume] (Grangeville, Idaho Territory) 1886-current, 1889-12-06

who would bark at stranger if they
| saw one.
"Gentlemen, my heart seemed to
stand still. Although | didn't want
TO escape at first, how that had, it
seemed TO me doubly bitter to be re-
taken. do not know how to ex-
plain it to you, but the second capt.
ure was far worse than the first. But
what could do? There wasn't a tree
TOR miles-there was no broken
ground nor rocks to hide in. Moth
ing but that wide rolling plain, and
That line of men slowly riding to-
wards me. 1t made me feel sick.
81 took the only chance had. and
lay down in hollow place where
they might overlook me, and so
waited. | could hear the shouts of
the men as they came nearer, hear
the barking OF the dogs, and could
do nothing. tell you l seemed to
fairly melt with perspiration. At
last they came quite close. A dog
saw me and began to bark. sprang
to my feet, and as | did so man
fired Mt 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
= had nothing to fight with Sher-
III Hughes came up, put me on q
horse, and back we went to town.
This time | had shackles fastened to
my feet. My case was worse than
before, because every one was now
sure that had killed poor Bob.
tell you paid dearly for that hasty
speech to him.
Naturally my capture soon became
known, and Polly, as she has told
me since, was nearly beside herself at
the result. She blamed herself 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 | was not guilty. In fact,
any twelve men would have senten-
ced me without hearing the evidence.
My shoulder bothered me not lit
tie, too, and Bogart, the jailer, used
to tell me, with a grin, l must get
well in time for the ceremony as he
called the hanging. Cheerful, wasn't
it?
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 bv-lane, until he reached O hillock
of sand just outside of the town.
On the further side of this, she si.w
him dig some things up which he put
into his pockets. Then, after filing
in the hole, he made his way back,
passing close to where the girl was
crouching behind pile of rubbish,
so close that she recognized him.
She followed him again, and saw him
walk toward thejail. Reaching that
building, he went into little house
at one side, and Poll crept softly up,
and looked through crack between
two of the boards.
"What she saw was enough to
make her go to the sheriff7s house as
fast as she could walk. Hughes had
gone TO bed, but Polly insisted on
his getting 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.
81 suppose you have guessed what
they found. All of poor Bob's things
his watch, his money, a revolver
with his name on it, and his pipe,
were hidden away under q board
in the floor under the bed.
1t was while they were looking
at the things that step was heard,
and the door opened for a
second. Before they could jump, the
man had turned and run, only to
fall into the arms of stout Mike
Cassidy, 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 of looking at his own deputy
and jail keeper, John Bogart.
''To make a long story short,
Bogart was the guilty man, and he
took more prominent part in the
ceremony than he had anticipated.
As it afterwards turned out he had
embezzled some money belonging to
the county, and hearing that Bob
had several thousand dollars with
him which he was taking home. he
had stolen up behind him in the
street and crushed in his head with
an iron bar He might not have
done it had he not heard of the quar-
rel between Bob and myself. In tine
morning, when the body was discov-
cred, he had suggested that Twas the
murderer, and, OF course, the sugges-
ton was taken up. He confessed
everything before he died.
"The next day Polly insisted on
telling me the news, and naturally,
she was allowed to. l am not going
to say anything about that meeting,
but after we had been together an