The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1894-10-01

into Mr.. Pearces house, and Mr.. Pesrce
woke UP and they had a struggle, ana
oh, papa, he killed Mr.. Pearce; ne snot
him. Isn't 1t awful; and MIR. Pearce
was such a good, kind man, and all
the negroes loved him. And papa, 1t
describes him, the murderer, and 1t
must be that wicked-looking man that
was at the camp-meeting last night,
the one Nanny thought was JIM On;
it can't be her Jim. 1t says the coloreo
folks identified him as the fellow VINO
made a disturbance at the meeting, ana
he is a stranger in town. Papa, IL
must be that man we saw: Poor Nam.
| myl They have caught him ana put
| mob at the jail after he was taken,
and they think he will be lynched. o,
papa, what shall we do for Nanny!
She was sure that man was her Jim.
And such a terribly bad man.
| Poor Nanny sat now upon the lower
stairs in the hall, utterly still, struck
the heart Her b J banda Mere
| loosed from hers now; there were no
more voices or visions from the past;
but a mans coarse fingers seemed
gripping her throat; mans neaVy
tones and lowering brows were mock
| ing her She rose presently, still IN
! a numbness of horror and dread, ana
slipped out silently. She went directly
were already gathered in little, groups,
eXcitedly talking of the murder ana
bitterly denouncing the criminal Nam
crowd INTO the jail, and asked to see
the prisoner. The jailor expressed his
establishment and dismay at the re-
why, Nanny Braddon, you don't
want to see that brute What should
bring a woman here? I'm mighty, un-
easy about that crowd of men down
there: l think they mean mischief,
though probably there will be no out
break before night. You can't do MN
any good, Nanny, if your dear old
in evil doing"
80, Mr.. Dean" cried Nanny, hes
my son, my LONG, los boy. He is jim;
l saw him at de camp-meetin las
night, but l cudn't get to speak to him.
Oh! please let me see my po' boy: Use
got to speak to him dis time. If 1 cud
only have foun' him las night, den dis.
dis"
There, there Nanny, don't take on
mighty strange things come to light
here You shall see him by-n-by' It's
to let visitors in before 10 o'clock, and
1t isn't exactly regular for people to
visit a murderer so soon after he is
jailed, But I'll get you in. Come after
a while, long about II, and you shall
wrong. He surely can't be your Jim!''
Nanny went away without further
waited many, many years? But she
knew it was Jim.
When the jailer went IN to see his
prisoner, he began to question the man
of his history, but was abruptly
See here, old felleh, yo' nee'nt tr.
to get ANYTHING out O. me Yey want
dint yo' bring yey note book long?
No, said the .jailer. pityingly, I'm
sorry for you, after all, or rather. Tn
Man ha~.
was. woman here a bit ago who say:
you're her son. She saw you at tn,
camp-meeting last night; she tried tt
get to you, but couldn't"
The man remembered that faint cal
that reached him, which he had concludes
a a d, delusion: A softened look lighted hi
had gone with him. At first he had trie
to find her; for years he had followe
every eyer cue patiently with utmost care
given up long ago., He supposed her dead
Little by little the jailer now got fror
him the story of liberty; the repressed bill
sipations of later life; his hatred of tn
class that had robbed him of his mother
) contempt of his fellows, as degraded an
ignorant as himself; twas a brief thin
to tell. the sorrowful story of the sir
, stamped years. What he could remembe
! of his early life conceded entirely wit
the history of Nanny and her boy, whic
,, was familiar to the jailer
r you too" said the jailor ;Her heart
just broken; she has looked for you S
long, and thought of you so much. Br
it'll be a good thing for you as things al
:, 1t Will help your ease nightly, and
don't mind telling you that your case wi
: need some help. Everybody loves Mamn
! Braddon and they'll deal a little gentle
with you for her sake. But it's hard c
her; it's the. very hardest thing thel
could be for her; right here where ever!
( body knows her, as 1 said, and she 5
D pious and good. It's worse than if 81
!, never found you.'
e The jailer was silenced by the sudde
? flaming of the lnurderer's eyes. Son
= wild thing scanned leaping into life with
1 his mind. Why shouldn't he do this
r Was he afraid at last; he, whose one prit
e had been a contemptuous stoicism again
e il was all settled.
I; ''Well, she needn't fin me. Pm not h
K Jim. / wull not be her JIM doh sh'S n
e Ipo' ole modder, dats clear huff. IF 1 CT
d looked de day dey TUX me from her, cur
a 'em! LUX yher, ole man, yore not to |
D: on a word o. wat Use tole yey. Next tin
). I'm asked questions I'll hab difnt stol
!, to tell, an if yo' go to blabbin about q
). I'll say yo're lyin'."
. The man turned his back to his compa
: ion Could he hold to this? How
g would like to find his mother. There w
g vet someone who cared for him. He
>. membered the touch of her arms as s
=, clung to him before he was taken ava
p Oh! if he had found her yesterday, s
e might have saved him even from his de
- radiation but now it is too late. There
: little more left for him anyway. he IN
3 save her this later, this last misery.
l. sSee here, my man, it's sort o decent
= Won to try to save your Nanny from sc
l row. but you'll give up that notlon,
ee YOU value your skin. l tell you the toV