The Progress. [volume] (White Earth, Minn.) 1886-1889, 1889-05-04

so nervous at last that made up my n1indss
to go on, and started once more. had not
been walking very long, and, as you may
suppose, i was taking advantage Of every
bit Of cover that 4 could get, when / saw 81
long line Of men riding over the plains to.i
ward me. With them were any number OF
dogs, for, although we had no blood hounds
in those days, there We're lotsfOf dogs VINO
would bark at q stranger if they saw one. 5ss
S Gentlemen. my heart seemed TO stand
still. Although I didn't want to escape at
{ first, now that had, it seemed to me doublys
bitter to be retNken LIDO not know how
to explain it to you, but the second capture
was far worse than the first. But what
could ] dos There WASH q tree for miles
there was no broken ground nor rocks To-
hide in. Nothing but that wide rol Vi
plain, and that line Of men slowly ridin & to-
wards me. Itmade me feel sick
& 8. took the only chance had, and lay
down. in a 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. I tell you 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 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 had nothing to fight
with Sheriff Hughes came up, put me on
a horse, and back we went to town. This
time had shaclIles 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. Tho poor girl rot 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 juryman could have been found in
Sacramento to say that was not guilty In
fact, any twelve men would have SEN
fenced me without hearing tho evidence. NV
shoulder bothered me not Il little, too. and
Bogart, the iailcr, used to tell me, with
grin, must get well in time for the scere-
mony,' as he called the hanging. Cheerful,
wasn't it!
One evening, Polly, who was getting
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 out
side of 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, passing
close to where the girl was crouching be-
hind pile Of rubbish, SO close that she rec
ognlzed him. She followed him again, and
saw him walk towards the Jail Reaching
that building, he went into a little house at
one side, and Polly crept softly up, and
looked through crack between two of the
boards
What she saw was enough to make her
go to the sheriff's 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,
/" supposed 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 q
board in the floor under the bed. It was
while they were looking at the things that a
| 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
l. Of ON IN h,1f .o,,1
| they hauled the man back into the room
where the light was, Hughes had the pleas
ure of looking at his own deputy and jail
keeper, John Bogart. 4
To make a long story short, Bogart was
the guilty man, and he took more promi-
nent part in the ceremony than he had an
| ticipated As it afterwards turned out he
had embezzled some money belongi 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 quarrel between Bob and
myself In the morning, when the body
was discovered, he had suggested that was
the murderer, land, Of course, the suggestion
was taken up. He confessed every thing
before he died.
The next day Polly insisted on telling
me the news, and, naturally, she was al
lowed to. Lam not going to say any thing
about that meeting, but after we had been
together an hour Hughes came in, saying he
wanted to ngratulate me, too. It was not
long before was out on bail, and people
could y not do enough for me. got cases as
fast as could take them, and it was not
long before was as prosperous as had
been poor before. AS for Polly-w why. if
you have done smoking we can join her in
the parlor. ~ fred Balch, ii, ". y Ledger.
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