The daily morning journal and courier., 1895-02-01
FRIDAY

governor is Judge Lynch's friend. Well, goodnight; see you in the morning"
 "Good-nlght," said Bowen,
 Daylight gradually dmmed the lamps in the telegraph room, and Bowen start ed and caught his breath as the church bell began to toll.
 It was ten minutes after when Bow ems partner, the day man, came in.
 well, they've hanged him." he said.
 Bowen was fumbling among some pa- pers on his table. He folded two of them and put them in his inside pocket. Then he spoke;-
 "There will be a newspaper man here in few moments with good deal of CODY to telegraph Rush it off as fast as you can and will be back to help you before you are tired"
 As Bowen walked toward the jail he met the scattered group of those who had been privileged to see the execu- ton. They were discussing capital pun ishment, and some were yawning, com plaining about the unearthly early hour chosen for the function they had just beheld. Between the outside gate and the jail door Bowen met the sheriff, who was looking ghastly and sallow in the
 
 fresh morning light.
 q have come to give myself up" said Bowen, before the official could greet him.
 "To give yourself up? What for?"
 "For murder, l suppose"
 "This no time for joking, young man." said the sheriff, severely.
 "Do I look like humorst? Read that"
 First incredulity then horror, over- spread the haggard face of the sheriff as he read and reread the dispatch. He staggered back against wall, putting up his arm to keep him from falling
 "Bowen," he gasped. "Do you--do you mean toto tell me-that this mes sage came for me last night?"
 q do."
 And you-you suppressed it?"
 'I did-and sent you 0 false one"
 And I have hanged-a reprieved l man?"
 You have hanged a murderer-yes." | My God My Godpt cried the sheriff. 1 He turned his face oh his arm against 1 the wall and wept. His nerves were gone. He had been up all night and | had never hanged man before. Bowen stood there until the spasm | was over The sheriff turned indig- nantly to him, trying to hide the feel Ing of shame he felt at giving way, in | anger at the witness of it.
 And you come to me, you villain, be- cause I said I would help you if you ever got into a tight placer"
 Damn your tight placer cried the xyoti,1 onn9, o0p1a fo egixa n, tyea1f ,1Yo I stand by what I do. I don't squeal. | me. What are you going to do with me"
 T don't know, Bowen, don't know" faltered the official, on the point of breaking down He did not wish to have to hang another many and friend at that. 'Tll have toxsee the governor. I'll leave by the first train. Idon't sup pose you'll try to escape"
 I'll be here when you want me-
 So Bowen went back to help the day operator, and the sheriff left by the first train for the capital.
 Now a strang thing happened. For the first time within Human recollection the newspapers were sunauimous in com the conduct Of the head of the state, the organs of the governors own party lavishly praising him; the oppo- 5ition sheets grudgngly admitting that he had more backbone than they had given him credit for. Public opinion, like the cat of the simile, had jumped, and that unmistakaby.
 "In the name of all that's wonderful sheriff." said the bewildered governor, who signed all thqse petitions? If the papers wanted the man hanged, why in the fiend's name didn't they say so be- lore and save me all this worry? Now now many know of this suppressed dis oatch?"
 "Well there's you and your subordi- hates here and --f'
 "We'H say nothing about it."
 "And then there is me and Bowen In That's all" "Well, Bowen will keep quiet for his ,wn sake, and you won't mention it." Certainly not" "Then let's all keep quiet The things | afe if some of those newspaper fellows Iont get after 1t. It's not on record on he books and I'll burn all the docu- nents." And thus 1t was. Public opinion was nee more vindicated. The governor vas triumphantly reelected as a man with some stamina about him.