Fairhaven herald. [volume] (Fairhaven, Wash.) 1890-????, 1893-03-25

enlouSh many tough scene, an hadn't
never had that feeln before
| Mary she was busy with her supper, an
Bill he took a chair by the fire, jes' barely
| gfahtih at me. The little un ran to him
an begun TO tell him in her prattln way
that cousin Harry had been thar. At that
Bill looked suspicious at Mary, an went TO
askin the little uH questions in whispers.
Jes' like baby, of course she said "es' to
everything be asked, an then Bill he riz up
an went to ravin an cayortin up an down
the room, a-swearin that he WIZ the worst
abused man on earth an that all women
was deceitful.
Mary, she come in a-lookin like a ghost,
an tried to quiet him, but he turned on her
like wild beast an struck her plumb in
the face with his fist Then made "A jump
fer him, a~yellin, mo man can't strike a
woman in my presence AN livel' an I'd
let daylight through i'm right there, but
Bill-he's twice ez big en- me an quicker'n
fiash-he knocked me unsensible with a
chair. When come to, he had me tied
down with cio'esiine soft couldn't stir
han nor foot, AN then, stranger, | had to
lay there an look on at a scene that a most
blasted my eyesight. 1t wuz Mary a-bsg,
gin on her knees fer her life, an a teilin Bill
cared fer no man but him, an that she an
Harry wuz inherent.
She crawled right to his feet an pat her
arms round his knees an kissed his hams
the same murderous hans that blowed heI
poor life out But Bill, he wuz crazy with
drink an jealousy, an he jes' tore 'imseli
away from her an yelled at her to stan up
against the wall. She did get up a-tremblin
so't she couldn't hardly stand, an when he
pointed the shotgun at her she KEEP a-back
in away from him, a-ookin fer some place
to git out, till she backed right through the
door, down into the little sullar which
wasn't but n step or two lower'n the rest o.
the cabin. Thar she fell forrerd with her
face on the kitchin floor, an thar, stranger,
he shot her-riddied her poor body with
bullets till her blood flowed over the kitch-
ia floor an gethered in pools an clotted
there
The little uH had been croachin in 4 cor
ner, half scarf To death, but when she seen
that her mother didn't git up no more she
crawled TO her an put her little, soft arms
round the poor, battered head, a-wsiliD
"Oh, nanny, nanny, wake upp'
Never To my dyin dayll | fergit that
sight, stranger. Her long yeller hair was
all dabbled in blood, an her baby tears fell
on the dead woman's face No wonder We
turn pale, stranger 1t must have drawed
tears from them rocks over thar But Bill
he was like IA lunatic. He didn't see nor
hear nOthin, he was in SIGH "A dead hurry to
git on Harry's trail
Yes, he shot him too We found him next
day allyn froze stiff in his own blood, an
we buried 'em side by side to the right o.
the lone tree over there--two victims O. the
meanest critter the Lord ever put insides
into, fer they wuz inherent as new born
babies, stranger
The little uny Little Mary, we call her
she's my datter now, an her an her little
uns is the light o my OF eyes. She lives up
thar in the white cottage with the vines by
the door an God help the brute that ever
IFS his hand agin her. She's married to "A
good man-his names Harry, too-an when
git ready TO pass in my checks they'll git
what dust I've got, which won't be no
small amount neither
Yes, sir, that trec'it aIlus stan there. It's
a-waitin fer Bill That's the tree that stood
close to the cabin, an its cones tapped on
the winder the night o. the murder. |
hadn't never noticed 'em before, but they
KEEP up a-tappin while she wuz a begin fer
her life, an when he shot her they ies' pound
ed the winder like they wuz sent by the Al
mighty to warn him not TO do il, An that's
the tree he dies on if he ever shows his on
cry face here agin. Twas agreed long ago
that If we ever found him we'd string him
up there an pump his contemplate hide
full o bullets Yes, stranger, that trees
got mission--it's a-waitin fer Bill.
What! You're Billy An we've come back
after % year to give yerself up to the law
Ye've been a mighty long time a-makin up
yer mind, but better late N never Let me
git closer look at ye. Heve shaved yer
beard OIL, an yer gray huff fer 20, but know
ye now, an thank the Lord fer this dav
Say yer prars quick, fer the Lone Pines
achin to clutch ye, an there's 100 hans here
that are tremblin to help We into eternity.
Hi, there, Harry, Jim, Sandy an all the rest
o. ye, grab 'iml Don't let i'm git away ag in
thank the Lord fer this day--an bring
rope-a stout one, fer he's plumb heavy.
Histl Don't let little Mary know. 1t
amt no use, an she's a tender hearted lit |
tie thing
Can't We see hs fer jes' a minute?
No, ye don't Yer goin out o. the world
Jest as ye sent her mother out of it, without
no consolation AN no mercy. 'Twon't do
no good to begin. She's nothn to you
now, an | amt agoin to have her pretty
eyes req with cryln over such mis- able
coward as you.
God ha' pityl There she comes Shes
got wind o IL somehow We wasn't quick
enough. Now may ha' strength to do my
duty My OF hams is all of a tremble.
What She's begin for him on her
knees, jes' as Mary begged for her own
life % years ago! A-pleadin fer mercy for
him, an saw her yeller hair all dabbled in |
her mothers blood an her baby tears
a-washin a cold, dead facet Don't that blast |
yer eyesight, ye unbuman brute2 WAL, !
wal, let the law take its course. It won't /
show him no mercy, an he'll git his de (
serts, but we wouldn't ha' done it that way /
in the good OF times-we'd strung him /
up to that tree thar an peppered his onery I
carcass ez full o holes ez a skinner Sid |
Dunning in Minneapolis Tribune.
The Odor of First Night"