The Maryville times. (Maryville, Tenn.) 1884-1944, 1893-05-31

a member OF an athletic club ana hau
won prizes more than once for wrest-
ling, throwing the hammer and other
Samsonian feats. He easily kept the
murderer captive until the police ar
rived. Asst happened a patrolman was
passing the Kingley residence just as
Mrs. Kingley screamed. Blowing his
whistle shrilly the officer leaped the
fence and, running to rear door, ourst
it open and entered. A few moments
later two other policemen ran up to the
corner just after the first man and Dr.
Kingley came out with their prisoner
AS the young ruffian heard the Off
GERS tell their story and listened to the
bereaved husbands tones full of sor-
row and suppressed fury he grinned
broadly. When asked if he had any
thing to say for himself he gri1ned.
That was his only answer. Justice
Bloxam committed him to answer in the
county court. No bail, of course, was
allowed. As the officers were about to
lead their prisoner away deep groan
was heard from the rear Of the room.
All those present looked around, and
the murderers eyes dispassionately
turned toward the sound. What he
saw was a white-faced old man sup
ported in the arms of a sandy-halred
youth on one side and fat young law
yer on the other. Their burden had
tainted, and the rigid face, SO thin and
sad, looked as if the angel of death had
swept it with his wing. One moment
the assassin gazed, and in that moment
qhe thin blue eyelids were raised. Fa-
Their and son looked in each others
eyes. The slender, wasted arms of the
old man were held out beseechingly
and the trembling lips formed two
words: "My boy!' An instant the
prisoners thick lips seemed to twitch
and his eyes to glisten; then, turning to
his guards with scowl, he said:
"Ayhat'r youse fellers stannin' there
for? Core on r I'll leave yer"
| /" of those who had thronged the
cor room were gone with the excep'
ton of the old man. He sat in the
bottomless chair with his hands clasped
and his eyes turned toward the floor.
Painted there on the boards before him
was picture-a child's laughing face
with mass of brown hair floating
about it, and blue eyes that seemed to
look the love that the rosy lips fain
would speak. Long the old man gazed
with the picture shimmering and dane
ing before his eyes. Now and again it
looked as if the wanton hair was blown
by gust of wind across the smiling
face. Merry eyes CLEANED through the
riffs at him who sat and dreamed. AT
last a man came to sweep out the
place. He touched the old man gently
and said in no unkind tone:
You'll have to go out now, mister.
You'll have to go home. Court is
closed"
The old man meekly rose, and as he
walked toward the door the vision
foated on before. Down the narrow
stairway he crept and out upon the
pavement. People passing jostled him,
but he needed them not, for above their
heads the laughing eyes, the saucy lips
and brown head foated like phantom
of the past. Caught up by the sweep
of the crowd he was carried along
north with it, but before him went the
vision as though it were guiding star
Pushed and buffeted here and there, he
took no heed of his direction, only look
ing to the vision to lead him where il
would. When the Clark street bridge
was reached he failed to realize it, anC
walked slowly on with his hand.
clasped and the merry face still going
/ on before. A bell rang. He heard il
not, for the child's lips were parted
with smile. BY and by-not long
but how long he knew not-he came tC
t the end of the bridge. AS he looked
; down, down into the muddy, Opaque
: stream, the vision danced on the waving
= ripples and the blue eyes seemed to say
: Come" The old man stretched ou
r his arms, and it seemed as if the vision
= his boy, his darling baby, the treasure
e of his heart-foated nearer, and i
J seemed as if the rosy lips were pursuing
8 themselves for kiss. Nearer ant
e nearer came the bonny face, and the