Freeland tribune. (Freeland, Pa.) 1888-1921, 1892-12-05
FRONTIER JUSTICE.

tlddlers was excited, not that there
was anything extraordinary in that, for
the Flat was in a normal condition of ex-
cltement over one thing or another every
hour in the day and vented it in much
drinking, loud talking and fighting, but
on this particular occasion the excite
ment was of unique order, that in its
still intensity chilled and silenced the
mob of men that crowded in and close
about the doors of the Mary's Eyes
saloon and gambling house, the pro-
prietor of which, Velvet Jack, was at
that moment being tried for his life be-
fore that most terrible of earthly courts,
Judge Lynch.
1t was not the first killing at the Flat.
This shooting scrape was only one of
dozens of others during the five months
of Fiddlers' existence, but the victim
was peculiarly inoffensive creature
known as Mud" to the camp. He had
no other name that they knew of, and
had earned his sobriquet by his unfail-
ing i'll luck at the gaming tables, and
his equally unfailing remark as he rose
penniless from his bout with the tiger,
"Waal, my names mud again." but on
this particular occasion Muds luck had
run his way, and he had sat hour after
hour at the little oblong faro table since
the night before, and won with unfail-
ing regularity through every deal.
Velvet himself had the shift at deal
when Mud had won the last ounce in
the "bank roll" and as the lucky player
rose from his seat opposite him, the
gambler had without word shot him
through the heart. The cold fiendish-
ness of the act was too much for the
nerves even of Fiddlers, and the camp
rose to man and cried aloud for ven
geance. They were waiting now for
the sentence. Long Smith was the
judge. He occupied a chair placed on a
faro table at one end of the long, mar
row cabin, the identical chair that Vel
vet sat in when he shot Mud. Velvet
sat little to his left, guard at either
side on his right, the hastily chosen
jury of twelve sat or stood, and beyond
a rope stretched across the room was
the silent, expectant crowd. The evil
dence was all in and Long Smith was
settling himself down into comfortable
position to listen to counsel for defense,
when Velvet suddenly rose to his feet
and said:
"See here, boys, what's the use of going
on with this monkey business any longerl
l shot Mud and you've determined that
must hang. Can't you drop this and
take me out and hang me and be done
with it, instead of torturing me with all
this nonsense. You know you're only
doing it to amuse yourselves" The eyes
of every man in the crowd were fixed on
the prisoner during this speech, then
turned expectantly to the judge.
''Pris'ner ct the bar, yer bein tried fer
murder by the only kin o er cot this yer
kentry hez. Eff there's enythin ye hev
ter say yer'll hev er chance ter say il
furder on" There was a murmur of
approval from the audience, and coun-
sci for the defense went on with his ar
gument, followed by the counsel for the
prosecution. The court summed up and
charged the jury, which without mo.
ment's hesitation returned verdict of
guilty.
The judge arose from his chair and
said, "Velvet, yer gone I'M" there was
no further assumption of judicial digni.
ty; it dropped from him as one drops a
cloak from his shoulders; "ther boys
hev Civ ye squar deal, whichs more'n
ye Civ Mud, n yell hev ter go under,
What hev ye got ter say agin itr'
Velvet smiled and shook his head.
you've got the drop on me, 1 reckon,
he said, 'and can't kick"
Just at this moment there was strug.
gle as of some one trying to force an en-
trance through the crowd at the door
and the shrill tones of a woman's voice
could be heard demanding access to the
court that was trying the man who had
killed hers.
"Pm Mud's wife," she insisted in @
shrill, shaky voice.
"Oh, l know what yer nicknamed
him. His n my names Dobbs, n he
were good huff man most ways, n
want ter see the man what killed hin
n lef' me er lone widder rite in the
prime er life"
The relict of the late Mud was at tn,
bar of the court by this time. She wa.
a tall, angular woman of forty or SO
dressed in rusty black, with an i'm
mense calico sunbonnet that projected
over her face like section of stovepipt
and effectually concealed her features
The eyes were bright and keen though
and swept quick glances from prisoner
to judge and jury. t
The court ordered chair for her In