Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1899-12-13

game sport!" And with his head on the
sheriffs arm, the soul Of Stephen Cra-
ven passed before its maker.
Court is adjourned for the day." an
uounced the judge, and half hour later
the court room was untenanted.
The body Of Stephen Craven had beer
conveyed to the morgue.
Herman Craven, the president of The
Cape Fear Bank" occupied a felon's cell
IN the county Jail.
John ID. Lloyd had been accompanied
by Judge Fowler to his residence. where
there was joy over the return of one who
bad long been mOurned as dead.
Sellars was captured by the mother and
sister Of Robert Campbell, and accom-
panied them home: Leaning on Roberts
arm with the same party was also the
young heiress, whose form still trembled
with emotion.
Il always distrusted Herman Craven"
said Hattie. when the party were seated
in the Campbell home. and Aunt Caro-
line had placed before them an urn Of
tea, Of which the good soul thought the
ladies' stood sadly in need, but l little
dreamed Of the villainy in his nature. In
receiving him into our home my dear faith
err received"
"A viperT exclaimed Sellars but un-
der the tutelage of Stephen Craven he
could not have been less"
"Oh, dear Robert, how you must have
suffered" said Hattie.
II was never alarmed a. to the out
come. my love. from the time that our no
BILE friend Sellars assured me that l
should not stand upon the gallows trap"
You could pay me no higher compli-
ment than that conveyed by those words"
said the detective. grasping the young
mans hand.
At this time Arthur Dobbs and his
father Joined the party. "All honor to the
man who has vindicated noble name:
uiiraveled a double mystery, and brough,
to justice father and son. who for cold
blooded villainy have never been equaled
in Americav' exclaimed the senior man.
as he approached Sellars.
There was one quality man could
respect in the father, Notwithstanding his
villainy," said Sellars Bravery. He
was not a coward, In the character of
Herman there is not one redeemng
traitr'
Not One! exclaimed the bankers
daughter. IF he had never entered our
home, dear father would not be in his
grave to-day"
Before the residence Of Sellars two ne
grOes were seated on the grass. and they
were happy Africans. to judge by ap-
pearances.
II spec you feel mighty proud now,
Adam, an tonight you jes' bout make
dat gal Cindy tink yous de debbel his
self"
''G'long. Calban! How l gwine win
dat gal, if she tink Is de debbel? Is
suah huff gwine blow my horn mighty
hard. rs gwine tell her bout nay tr p
up to Baltimore, on de railroad wild Ms rs
Lang, an how l says in dat spress Office
OATS de man, Mars Lang"
"G'long, niger! You didn't do moth
in'.r
What you do? Now tell me dat!''
"Adam, you's a fool! Didden 1 keep
desc yere two eyes on Herman Craven
night and day? Yes, even when he was
in he bed. Whar is he nowT'
Oats SO. Calban. you's had more
spegience dan is"
= yo' o'ttaarksiis.,-SAy !A4aszn, 4 1s.ss
yo' misses will buy dat gal Cindy for you
now, an you ken mex her yo' lawfully
wife"
"Golly. Calban! Does you reckon so7"
"Suah does"
"Well. l gwine hint 'roun' bout It
nightly, directly she get Ober dis Aus-
tration. l spec da hang Mars Herman
uow."
Fer suah da hang himw
"Da earn hang he daudy!
"G'long home an tell Hannah and Mil.
lie. seed Unc Duke at de court house.
You's q fool! What da gwine hang q
dead man ferT'
With what he intended as a witherins
look, Calban left his sable companion and
entered the house.
AT 2:45 p. m. on the ninth day Of No
vember, a terrible scene was enacted
within the county Jail at Wilmington.
Twenty persons-the number allowed by
'aw-were gathered before a grewsome
structure that occupied a position at the
east end Of the room Of execution. The
grewsome object was the gallows, and
when Sheriff Cobb approached from an
iron door that separated the room from
the lower tier of cells. followed by Jailer
Filyaw and an assistant, who between
them were fairly dragging along a white
robed, shrieking figure, a pallor over
spread the faces Of those assembled.
Two clergymen followed the main &C.
tors in this fearful drama.
The scaffold was reached. The frantic,
shrouded form was bodily raised and car
ried upon the platform. More. he was
placed in a standing posture on the very
center Of the trap.
IF you have words to speak, speak
them now," said Sheriff Cobb.
Mercy! Mercy" screamed the alb
ject, horror-stricken wretch. You all
know did not strike the blowv'
The condemned mans hands were
shackled together behind him with a
leather strap while he was speaking, and
his lower limbs were securely bound to-
gether with another.
One of the clergymen stepped to the
side Of the trap and uttered a short, fer
vent prayer, closing the same with the
words: May God have mercy on your
souly'
A Wild wall broke from the lips of Her
man Craven as a knotted moose was pass
ed over his head. Another! Still anoth.
er. But the last, half muffied, came from
beneath the black cap that now concealed
his livid features.
Jailer Filyaw was supporting the Grim
inal on one side, his assistant vi the
other.
The clergymen had stepped back from
the prisoners side and the sheriff had dis
appeared within a small enclosure to the
left Of the trap, and through which pass
ed the rope that held the trap in place
Mercy! My God. mercy! l will not
die! l."
The clock on the market tower sounded
fne first stroke Of the hour Of three.
The blow Of an AZ resounded from the
box that concealed tho Shariff
The trap fell. The shrouded figure fol.
lowed 1t, leaving the jailer and his assist.
ant with their arms extended over q va
cant space.
The taut rope creaked. The body spun
round and round. A movement or two
Of the limbs, and then-a pendant figure,