Blackfoot news. (Blackfoot, Idaho) 1891-1902, 1893-08-19

''Phill Phil! stop for mercy sake
Don't you see that he's got men out
side there? saw them hide in the
bushes. Mr.. Galbraith, how can you
, suspect him? How could you thinl
my brother a murderer?
Il wish your eyes weren't quite sc
sharp, Hannah, answered Galbraith.
meant to do the thing quietly. I'm
sorry, Phil; but the gals right; you
must come with me. There's been
i'll blood between you two. and every
body knows it; and there's things
found-But cheer up, neighbor,n to
the deacon who stood like one thun-
derstruck, "matters mayn' be so bad
after all y
Its pity you were out so late,
Phil, said Cavendish in an affected
undertone. You must get some
one to prove an alibi, or it may go
hard with you. -
Galbraith turned quickly. He had
caught the words, and it was plain
that his suspicious were strength
ened.
Phil alone remained unmoved-
even comforting the weeping Han.
nah as he moved OF with firm step
and cheerful cOuntenance. though
none but himself knew with what a
heavy heart. In truth. matters
looked dark for him.
Parker was man of considerable
wealth, though little liked or es-
teemed by me surrounding country.
About a year before he had sought
Hannah in marriages; and, strange to
say, though nearly as old as the
deacon himself. had received no OPP
position from that thy Phil,
however, had always treated him
with marked inciviIty-even threat
ening to horsewhip him if he per-
sisted in his unwelcome attentions to
Hannah; and their alterations had
been the talk of the settlement.
For the past year he had been liv-
ing in q lonely house on the outskirts
of the forest, with one servants
girl named Mary-who swore posi-
lively that, on the night Of the muir
der. her curiosity being excited by
the sound of loud and angry talking,
she had crept from her bed to the
outside OF the house, where. looking
in the window, she had distinctly
seen Phil Ellsworth talking with
Parker, and gesticulating violently.
At the foot of the bel was discovered
a small knife covered with blood,
which, from some popularity in its
make, was at once recognized as be-
longing to Phil; the ribbon was sim
liar to the one he had been seen to
wear in his buttonhole, and footmar3Ss
were traced from Parker's hence to
the deacon's.
But cheer up, Hannah. " said Ma
than Ellis. lin going to town TO
fetch down Lawyer Stebbins, who can
see daylight through pine knot. and
make you believe water runs up Mill,
if he chooses "
The testimony Of his father and
sister, given with many tears. was
terribly against him. as was that of
Cavendish, who artfully gave his own
coloring to the events he was narrat-
ing In his favor was his unblem-
ished character and the absence of
all blood on his clothing. and, above
all his manly demeanor and firm
bearing, as it was destitute o. any
thing like effrontery.
Never was there a more affecting
trial. The judge was the oldest
friend of his father, whose deep an
guish excited the compassion of all.
The jury were men who had seen him
grow up from boyhood The spec
tators were friends and neighbors-
many of them old playmates OF the
prisoner.
Lawyer Stebbins, in his defense,
lost sight of none of these circum-
stances. He sent Hannah into hys-
terics. and Obliged the court to take
refuge in his pocket-handkerchi
He expatiated on the prisoners birth,
education and character. till he made
one wonder, as the Scotchman said,
how he could make so many words
about so small a matter But all
his eloquence could not hide or over
turn the facts; and Philip Ellsworth
was at length found guilty and CON
demned to die.
So terrible, so unjust seemed tho
doom, in spite of the overwhelming
evidence, that eyen when the day ar
rived to carry the sentence into exc.
cution, Hannah refused o believe it.
HE will not dicn' she frantically
exclaimed They cannot be so cruel;
they know you arc Innocent"
Phil tried to calm her.
Hannah" he said, IL must die. /
am innocent, but appearances are
strongly against me. do not wonder
that they condemned me; but now
listen, Hannah, for / have something
to tell you, before my tongue is cold
and stiff in death and that is why |
was at Arson Parker's house at that
strange hour of the night, and what
was the subject Of our dispute. Come
nearer. for ! must whisper it. Han
nah, years ago in fit'of desperation,
our father forged a nOte-put an
other mans name to a note to raise
money. Do you understand? Well,