Alpena weekly argus. [volume] (Alpena, Mich.) 1871-1893, 1890-12-03

he held another short conference with
Mr.. Osborne, after which the gentle
man said he should take upon himself
the responsibility of simply putting
the judge under guard at his own
house until the preliminary examina-
ton should be held, for which court
esy the judge thanked him.
The body of the unfortunate Tom
was then prepared for burial,
and two days later it was inferred,
with only few mourners, for Tom Hol-
loway's course had never been such
as to win him friends.
Poor Emma was almost distracted
with grief, when to the awful shock
of Toms murder was added to the
news Of the arrest of her beloved faith
er as a murderer. But she bore her.
self like a little heroine, and was her
fathers stay and comfort, instead of
giving way to her grief.
The excitement in the city was in
tense. The judge was so well known,
so widely respected and honored, that
people found it impossible to believe
the monstrous charge againt him.
The courtroom was densely crowded
on the day of the examination, every
one desiring to see the strange sight
of the appearance, as prisoner of the
man who had so long dispensed JUS
tce from the bench.
The examination was long and in
teresting, and even those most strong
ly convinced of Judge Holloway's in
nocence had to confess that the case
looked black for him.
The evidence of his being found
with the revolver in his hand, and no
one else near, came first. The revolt
yer was shown to be four-barreled
one, and two of the barrels empty.
Ben Hardy appeared, and gave evil
dence of haying heard the judge say
that day, that Tom was not fit to live,
and the sooner his miserable existence
was ended the better. 1t was shown
that all Toms property fell to the
Judge, as his nearest kin, and that
there had been bad feeling between
the brothers for long time.
In short, though all hoped for the
best ending, there was quite evidence
enough for his commital to Jail, and
though the kind-hearted jailer wept
like a child. he had to do his duty.
He was placed in large double
cell, connected by an arch, lighted
with gas, with fireplace, and win
dows which though grated, were large
enough to admit air and light suffici-
ent.
1t was the very best apartment the
jail afforded, and when Emma begged
permission to bring some furniture
and books and make it as home-like
as she could for him, the permission
was readily given.
She moved the small pine table in
to the further apartment of the cell,
where the bed was, substituting her
fathers own writing table and easy
chair, and piled his favorite books all
around the room, as he used to have
them in his Office.
There, day by day the judge sat
and studied or read, while his devoted
daughter spent with him every hour
when she was allowed access to the
Jail, bringing his meals to him, and
making him comfortable in every way
which love could devise and affection
execute.
AT length the day for the final trial
arrived. The best of counsel had offer
ed their freest services, and the court
room was densely packed with spec
tators. Emma sat besides her father I;
both were pale but composed.
The evidence was nearly all given,
when there was great stir in the
part of the room next to the door, and
presently the sergeant-at-arms appear
ed, escorting two men to the platform,
one of whom was quickly recognized
as doctor from the city hospital.
He presented to the judge who pre-
sided, a folded paper, which that gen.
tleman presently read aloud, amid,
deafening cheers. 1t was from man
whom the doctors testified had just
died at the hospital, and had dictated
the paper with his last breath.
He said his name was Asa Harden,
once well known as a chum of Tom
Holloway's, but who had of late fallen
below any recognition from decent So
ciety. He said he had been prepair-
ing to make one of Toms crew for
the Black Hills, had come home, with
him walking softly so that no one
should discover his presence in the
house. In Toms room they got into
a dispute over some Of the arrange
ments, and Tom angrily drawing out
his revolver, had threatened to shoot
Asa, upon which Asa had snatched
out his own revolver, and shot Tom
twice, instantly escaping through the