The herald., 1897-01-17
!: EUTANA:: A TALE OF THE SOUTH ;
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One cold. stormy day in the fall of
1922. the little town of Jasper, in south
ern Indiana was alive with people. Long
lines of horses were hitched to all the
fences within half a mile of the court
house, while gentlemen in beaver hats
ard broadcloth suits rubbed against
country bucks in new homespun or
Stark hunters in greasy buckskin ana
caps made of coon pelts
There was to be trial-one that had
fairly divided society north and south of
the Ohio river. A woman, young. re-
nowned for grace and beauty, occupy
ing a high social position, was to be ar
raigned for foul, unnatural murder, the
assassination of her husband. Tom Cor
win was her lawyer, while two of the
best attorneys in the state aided the
prosecution.
This was the history of the case. A
few years before a man named Trimble
had moved into northern Kentucky and
bought small farm. He was not given
to talk or gossip, but it was known that
he once lived in Louisiana-an honest,
hard-working man, generally respected
by his neighbors. A wife and three
daughters were his family. The mother
was an invalid but the girls, magnii1-
cent specimens of southern beauty, gave
no encourag cement to the advances of the
young farmers ard We're reputed proud
and above their station in life. SO that
the escapade Of the eldest who eloped
with a young lawyer of MaysVille was
made the OCCASION of much malignant
gossip. Trimble settled the matter after
his own fashion. He put after the cou-
pie on horseback and by riding all night
overlook them a few miles from the
river. He fired at the man, smashing his
elbow so badly that he was cripple for
the rest of his life and, taking his
daughters bride, without word led
her home But two months after she
escaped and was reputed to be leading
fast life in Cincinnati.
The richest man in their vicinity was
a planter named Pollock, who had a son,
Oliver He had been well educated,
was a handsome fellow with the man
ners Of gentleman; but in all Ken
tuckv there was not greater scourdrel
His father had cast him off, and he be-
came a professional gambler and reprt-
ed highwaynan. Moreover, he was
known by his associates to be coward,
but it was generally admitted that no
man could have Worse enemy than this
tall. smiling young gentleman who had
been horse-w whipped without fight. He
had seen EutaWa Trimble, the youngest
and most beautiful Of the girls, and j..
was on her side case of genuine over
mastering love. Generally cold and i'm
passive, her father and sister noted the
change She caroled like a bird from
morn till eve, and was kindly ana gra-
cious in manner Trimbie noted tha
change and soon got at the truth. Oil
yer Pollock was riding through q patch
of woodland, feeling very much like a
successful lover, when a short, broal;
shouldered man, carrying in his hand a
long rife, stepped to the road and seized
the gamblers horse by the bit SO vio-
lently as to throw him on his launches.
Pollock made a grab for his knife,
when the man said
See, yer, you skunk. if you draws a
weapon I'll put a bullet through ye in
stanter. Oliver Pollock. thar is no
meaner white man in kentucky than
you, and when my darter told me that
you was courtin her | made up my mind
to stop it. Now. listen, if you hurt her
character by hanging around I'll kill
you, by God. Now, git"
Pollock's face was pale with fear but
he muttered few words and rode off
recording In rs heart a determinati tion
for revenge But his fears were strong
er than his love, and he disappeared