The Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1868-1895, 1894-08-29

what did say? 1 said-is It 20 Fox,
/ We name. sir? Sure / never swore Fox
4 was there at all, and never another word
yell get: there's my oath 10 that, any
/ way. / know yer tricks. an / can hould
/ me tongue wild any man." Nor could
/ questions or threats draw another word,
/ till at last Il think. Mr.. Attorney" said
/ the judge. the witness may go down"
Then Sullivan sprang 10 his feet with
I an energy which sent the heavy chair
crashing backward on the table and
raising his hands he cried, as he shook
them wildly IN the air: Hes an inno-
/ cent man. my Lord; swear II by Holy
Mary. / swear II by the cross; an inuo-
/ cent man, an innocent man. And his
! voice broke from its snrili pitch into
hoarse sob as. with outstrctched hands
/ still clutching upward. he stumbled from
/ the witness table, pausng at the bar
I where he gripped the prisoner by both
shoulders kissing him COnvulsively On
the lips. Then he cried again: An In
nocent man; sure / did the best I could
Fox, did the best / could His hands
dropped fumbling down the seams ot
FOX's coat. the excitement feded from
his face, and II was with the feeble gait
of an old man that he passed slowly out
/ Of the court house.
Perhaps of all present the prisoner was
the least moved by the painful scene
His eyes lxindled at SullivaN's Outburst
and he drew himself together with "A
certain pride and dignity, as though his
manhood was touched by the passionate
cry; and as his cousin passed Palteringly
through the door he called out, Good
by. Denis; sure We tould the truth, an
what could man do moreY' But the
crowd deeply stirred and a long
breath seemed to pass over the range of
packed benches as the counsel for TIE
/ defense carried the proceedings back 10
dullness. They had come TO see a fellow
man struggle TO thrust back the opening
gates Of death, and they were not dis
appointed of the sensation.
Defense there was none beyond
| theory. So there is but little wonder,
| even considering the solemn issues in
/ VOWED, that ten minutes suiiiced IN
! which TO find a verdict and then Fox
| Sullivan stepped TO the front. While eV-
/ cry curious face was turned toward him.
He stood gripping the bar with both
/ hands, while his white face looked
straight before him at the scarlet cur
| tatns and dus-y canopy. Innocent, my
Lord. The gentleman that spoke for me
| tould We true, an God be good to him
! for it. L can't sp2ke much. my lord, me
l tongue not bein' used to It. n me mouth
/ so dry, but l know what ye'll be sayin',
] sir. an may God deal SO with me in
| His Judgment as l have dealt with
| four angels on the black scoundrel that
| killed him.
! A month later the Glenbaragh murder
| was buried with Fox Sullivan under the
| g4llOws in the county prison. After the
! trial Denis Sullivan returned to his cot
| tage, and resumed his normal life Of I'M
| eventful laboI though it was noted that
/ the shock Of that autumn night scene,
! and the terrible pathus of the final public
! act in the drama, had preyed upon his
| spirits. He was no longer light-hearted
! and genial a. I'm the past. but mCrOse and
| sullen Slowly but steadily he drifted
| apart from his neighbors. The grim
| ceticism of DOnOhoe seemed to have fall
! len upon him, and unless when driven by
| absolutely sheer necessity, he never
| quilted his little holding.
| The immediate result of this was the
| gradual Improvement i'm his condition.
| New land was wrested from the iron
| grasp Of nature Fair crops took the
! place of the barren rock-strewn hill: and
| in time he even recovered possession of
| the coveted turf-bank. But for all his
| good fortune his gloom never lightened,
| and as the generation which had known
| the Denis Sullivan Of younger days
| passed away there were few left to speak
! a kindly word for him.
| BY labOriOus toll he had widened the
| borders of the turf-bank. and was seek
| ing to reclaim from the hillside a still
| larger extent. when in one of his blast
| ing operations a boulder was shaken
| from the nights above. Intent upon his
work, he gave no heed to the roar and
| crash OF sDHntered rock as 1t tore its
| headlOng way toward the sea, until es-
| cape was impossible. Nor when aware
| of the danger did he do more than draw
| himself to his hight and stand facing 1t.
| Down 1t leaped from rock to rock. drag
| glng behind ii a laundering cascade of
| stony wreck and thrusting aside a
| crushed mass of humanity which had
/ been known as Denis Sullivan.
! Very tenderly they carried him down
] the hill. but the movement over the
| rough ground shook him back into con-
/ seriousness, and he gasped out: Lave
] me down. boys; it's the praste / want;
an we'd better be quick while the hfe's
in me- Lave me down; sure We hurt me
| terrible"
SO they laid him on the grass by Fox's
| bars. propping up the palsied head
| against the soft moss on the clay wall.
| Already he seemed dead to the neck, but
| there was life in the piteous eyes, and
trembling existence still hickered about
| the white lips.
"win We hurry, boys. or I'll die before
| me timer Then the eyes wandered
round. "Fox's bars. by God! Is Dono-
| hoe beyant in the gloomin'? FoX's bars,
| Fox's barsl Is the praste never comm -
Soon II became clear that no priest
| would hear Denis Sullivan's last confess
! sion and smooth away the fears of his
| troubled life.
IT'S CROWN cowld I am. an the life
| in me-" he whispered. stand back, all
| Of We except the sariint there. Closer.
sarjint dear, whisper now" light
/ flashed into his eyes. 1t was / shot
| Donohoe, an curse him for a land-grab
| Der, and Denis the Fox for another, for
| didn't he take my bit of a holdin? Sure
| IL was fine; the wan and the other wild
| pull o. the trigger" and a CLEAN of
| humor that was almost laugh lit up
/ the CHASTITY face. Il stole FOXs gun
! that mornfn' an dropped il at the bars
| just where I'm lyin'-when 7 heard him
| tearin' down the hill-both wild wan
| stroke, sarjint" Slowly his head rolled
\ round in it's weakness.
| rs Donohoe beyant?-I'm-think
| the praste-wOuldn't have-glven me-
| "Deadw said the sergeant, rising on
| his knees. Dead and damned: and a
| good job, too!'-Macmillan's Magazine.
| "REMINISCENCES OF WEBSTER.
| One Who Saw Him In an Inspired Mo-