Hot Springs weekly star. (Hot Springs, S.D.) 1892-1917, 1899-06-23

Herman Craven had denounced the man
whom he found bent over his uncle's life
less clay with the bloody knife in his
hand, as his murderer.
herman Craven was the dead mans
nephew; the cashier of his bank; the pros
IHctivc husband OF his daughter. AT least,
Herman had told him that it was his I'M
cle's wish that they be united.
Herman had cashrd thousands of checks
for him. which checks he had accepted in
payment of taxes. 1t was plain to Sher-
iff Cobb that Robert Campbell had sought
that night to gain the bankers consent to
his marriage to his daughter.
The banker had utterly refused his sane
ton, and forbidden him to pay his ad-
dresses to the girl. The girl loved, or fam
cicd she loved. him, but would not be-
come his wife without her fathers con-
sent. Perhaps lie had ordered Robert
from the house. Anyway. the bunker re-
moved, the young man hoped to make
Hattie his wife and obtain the fortune she
would inherit.
Nothing could be palmer" thought
Sheriff Cobb. He was prepared for
such an emergency. He Ind the sheath
knife with him. 1t may have been in an
unguardcd ONE and in u tit of passion
that he thrust its blade to the bankers
heart. OF the deed may have been coolly
and deliberately executed. One thing sure,
the blow fell quick and sudden, but in his
anxiety to make certain that his victim
was dead the young man tarried too long.
The cries Of the banker reached the ears
of his nephew and those of his daughter,
who sped down the stairs and confronted
him with the evidence of his dumpable
crime clutchcd in his hand.
IA omen more and he would nave
been gone. the sheath knife with him. In
the morning the bankers body would have
been found stiff and cold. Who murdered
him! Robert Campbell would have un-
dertakcn to fasten suspicion on the young
cashier. as he does now, and perhaps with
II greater prospect of success. But the
bug of coin? He did not have it with him
when he entered the house. But how did
lie obtain that note? He may have had
it and sccrctel it somewhere aftev he
struck the blow. and before he withdrew
the knife blade from the bankers breast.
1t may he discovered III the house. Again,
hc may have had an accessory, who fed
with the coin. At all events. 1 have the
start of Lang Scllars on this case. nave
the man who struck the fatal blow. He
belongs to one of the first families in the
State. but there is no wrong man this
time. All l will require will Ne a little
time to find the gold. Robert Campbell
is IL candidate for the gallows!"
Thus thought Sheriff Cobb as he made
his way home after seeing his prisoner in
carccratcd i'll Jail.
The cries of the widowed mother and
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but there was only one path for him to
%follow-thc path of duty.
AT eight o'clock on the morning of the
nineteenth Jennie Campbell entered the
office Of the county jail md made known
her desire to see her brother.
.Follow me. Miss Campbell" said Jailcr
Filyaw. an understood, corpulcnt little
man. There are no orders not to admit
you, and if there were you should see your
brother. even if he is in Jail on the charge
of murder. l am sorry for you, miss, in
deed 1 am. Who would have believed
it?"
Don't speak of it, Mr.. Filyaw. if you
please" said Jennie. I'VE have every
confidence that my brother will be able
to establish his innocence"
II hope he may" said the jailer. 81
hope he may. But what have you there?'
Merely my brothers breakfast in this
basket" said Jennie. "He is not used
to prison fare. My mother being some
what Frustrated. did not accompany me,
and l did not bring my maid to-day"
BLESS you." said Filyaw, II should not
feed Robert Campbell on prison fare. The
best my OWL table affords should be his"
"Oh. thank you, sir, but either my maid
or l will come every day while my brother
is here i'll jail"
They passed from the Office through the
hall into the corridor of the prison. Fill
yaw blew Il sharp note on his whistle and
IL turnkey came forward and unlocked and
swung open the heavy iron door of the
structure. handing the jailcr a bunch of
keys as he did so.
They passed within and the heavy door
closed with a clang that grated on poor
Jennic's nerves.
Two rows of cells confronted them
one to the right. the other oppositc-with
IL passage between them and an iron stair.
way at the further emf Of the passage.
Hey, you jailer! Does my case camc
off at September court?" was the first
greeting that reached their ears as they
advanced.
II think not. Wortcll," was the reply:
but don't worry about it. 1t will come
off soon enough"
Got any 'bacccr. Mars Jailery' were
the words that greeted them from another
cell.
Here. Pompy!" and Filyaw passed half
OLA plug through the iron bars of his cell.
''Tank you. Massa." and the negro grin
ned as though he was happy.
why do you keep negroes here, Mr..
Filyaw?"
"All. Miss Campbell, who violate the
law, free horn or slave. white or black,
are liable to imprisonment in Jail. Pompy
now is n free negro. His offense is not
very grave. He merely stole a hog, il his
accuscrs tell the truth"
IDA lies. Mars Jailcr: da lies. I neb-
Der stold dat hog. He coined to my tater
patch, an was rootin' dem UP. You reck-
oil l gwinc let someone else's hog waller
or my taters. an den low him to go free?
Cidcs dat, I only got seben dollars fer de
hog. an I offer de owner half of it."
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