The World. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1891-1896, 1892-01-26
THE Abb.

Jem Blake was shot dead in his own
doorway by Antonio Gueldo and the
trial was to come of directly.
The extraordinary interest In the at
Fair was less due to the murder and its
peculiar circumstances than to the fact
that this was the first case tried at San
Saba in any more formal court than the
time honored institution Of Judge Lynch.
As there was no place specially ar
ranged for the trial, Judge Pitblado hos
pitably offered the use Of his shed. Here
d rough table and chair were placed for
the judge. the other necessary furniture,
intended to represent the dock, the
stand, ETC., being eked ont with boxes
from Silas Bagget's grocery store.
Jake Smith looked at these prepare
tions for time with frowning discon.
tent and then strolled down the road,
turning into the lane that led to Blake's.
When he reached the door Of the shanty
he leaned against the jamb and polxed
his naked head inside, tanning himself
in an embarrassed way with his greasy
fragment of hat. He had come there
with the intention Of saying something.
but the sight within made him forget it.
Blake's widow sat there, as she had
pretty much all the time since the muir.
der. staring straight before her, with
her. chin IN her palm The sunlight
struck through the foliage Of the red
oak trees that grew before the door, and
checkered with the Pickering brightness
the floor and cradle in which Jem's baby
was sleeping.
There it was, just as it had been three
days ago could it be only three days?
just as it had been when she went out
that morning to look after the drying
clothes and left him standing in the door
by the cradle chow fond he was Of the
babyD just as it was when she heard
the crack Of the pistol and ran in with
an awful sense Of suffocating fright
just the same as when she had found
him lying upon the cradle, dabbling its
white linen with his blood and the baby
playing with his hair. She screamed
once. the first and last complaint any
one had heard her make; then she was
quiet and helpful through it all--wher
men came and lifted him up: when they
had laid him on the rough bed in the
other room; when they carried him tt
the grave, she following with the baby
in her arms.
Jake Smith was trying to find the link
missing in his thoughts; he shifted with
perplexity-or something and Blake's
widow looked up without speaking.
Jake nodded pleasantly four or five
times.
Poorly chipperY' asked he.
Blake's widow smiled sadly, bent over
the sleeping child and smoothed the
clothes with tender touch.
They re agoin ter try him In court,
Jake went on, ian don't believe
Try who Antonioa" She turned TO-
ward the burly figure in the door with
fash Of interest in her black eyes.
eyes. The jedge u making court
out Of his shed. hope it'll turn out all
right, but it seems like 'givin that Mexi
can devil chance he oughtn't ter have
He can't get clear, can hep she asked
rocking the cradle gently and patting
the coverlet.
II don't see how, but he's got some
kind of a law cuss to speak for him-a
Teller that stopped here a day or two age
on his way to Galveston--and it makes
me kind o. nervous"
Blake's widow did not appear to mo-
tice the last remark, for the child, dis
turbed by the talking, had awakened
and sat up in his cradle with wonder
ing look.
Poorly, amt hep said Jake, regarding
the small figure with interest. Looks
just ike-ahem- you. Poor little
a'--he stammered, and treated his hat
like mortal enemy "Of course he'd
had--you've got-there's nothin could
do fur yer, rnaybe?'
She answered with grateful look, but
it was accompanied by shake Of the
head
Jake bent down and with his big fore.
finger softly rumpled the hair of the ba-
bys head; then he went out and left
them. Blake's widow sitting as he found
her and the baby staring down the path
after him.
He walked ON until he reached the tor
of the little hill. where he could look
down upon the roof which covered the
piteous scene he had just left. Here he
seemed to have half a mind to turn back,
for he hesitated and stopped; but he
changed his partial intention after lin
gering moment and walked medita-
lively onward. with the exclamation,
''Wal, some women do beat the d.
amazin."
4 Of course everybody came to the trial.
The arrangements were soon found to
be altogether too meager. Pitblado's
shed was filed to oyerfowing and Bag
get made a clean sweep of every empty
box in his store.
Antonio's lawyer, sharp eyed, sharp
featured fellow from Galveston, had
hustled about with surprising agility on
the day previous, holding mysterious
conferences with i'll conditioned fellows
Of Gueldo's kidney.