The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1899-09-02

messenger Of death from himself, and 1t
found Judgment in the bosom of Stephen
Craven, who for q moment stood motion
less, then tottered and fell forward to the
floor.
Sellars had secured Herman's weapon,
and ere the father had been raised to a
chair had him securely shackled
The ladies present screamed in terror,
and the court room was in commotion.
Order in court!' cried the sheriff, who
was bending over the form Of Stephen
Craven.
The detective literally carried the man
acled form Of Herman to the prisoners
box, where he placed him, shrieking, on a
seat.
I'm done for!' presently gasped his
father. Murdered by my own son! The
cur. 1t was your life he aimed at Sellars.
Well, better so. There will be but one
victim at the hanging bee. IL might
have escaped and carried him with me,
coward though he be. Better so. Better
SO. 1t was a fatal shot, boy. IL have
nothing to regret-no favors to ask. No.
no, nothing. l die as l Iived-a-a dead
game sport.' And with his head On the
sheriff's arm, the soul of Stephen Cra
ven passed before its maker.
Court is adjourned for the day." an
nounced the judge, and a half hour later
the court room was untenanted.
The body of Stephen Craven had been
conveyed to the morguc.
Herman Craven, the president of The
Cape Fear Bank" occupied a felon's cell
in the county Jail.
John d. Lloyd had been accompanied
by Judge Fowler TO his residence, where
there was JOY over the return of one who
had 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
er received"
"A VIPER exclaimed Selars. "But I'M
utT the tuteldSe OIL Stepueu craven ne
could not have been less"
"Oh, dear Robert, how you must have
suffered" said Hattie.
Il was never alarmed as to the out
come, my love, from the time that our no
bic friend Sellars assured me that |
should not stand upon the galows trap"
You could pay ME no higher compli-
ment than that conveyed by those words"
ttA lott h.
mans hand.
At this time Arthur Dobbs and his
father joined the party "All honor to the
man who has indicated a noble name:
unraveed double mystery, and brought
to justice father and son, who for cold
blooded villainy have never been equaled
in America exclaimed the senior man,
as he approached Sellars.
There was one quality a man could
respect in the father, Notwithstanding his
vilainy," said Selars. Bravery He
was not a coward. In the character of
Herman there is not one redecming
trait.'
Not oner' 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-
poarances.
Il 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? l Is
suah huff gwine blow my horn mighty
hard. Is gwine tell her bout my trip
up to Baltimore, on de railroad wild Mars
Lang, an how l says in dat spress Office
Oats de man, Mars Lang"
"G'long, niger! You didn't do moth
in
What you do? Now tell me dat"
adam, you's a fool! Didden l keep
desc yere two eyes on Herman Craven
night and day? Yes, even when he was
in he bed. Whar is he now?'
Oats SO, Calban. You's had more
sperience dan l is
Now yo' talkin'! Say, Adam, l spec
yo' misses will buy dat gal Cindy for you
now, an you ken mex her yo' lawfully
wife,
"Golly, Calban. Does you reckon so?"
"Suah l does"
well, l gwine hint 'roun' bout it
nightly, directly she get ober dis flus-
tration. l spec da hang Mars Herman
now"
Fer suah da hang him.
"Da earn hang he daddy
&c long home an tell Hannah and Mil
lie. | seed Unc Duke at de court house.
lou's fool! What da gwine hang a
dead man fer?'
With what he intended as a whitening
look. Calban left his sable companion and
entered the house.
At 2:45 p. M. on the ninth day of No
yemher. terrible scene was enacted
within the county Jail at Wilmington.
Twenty persons-the number allowed by
law-were gathered before 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 Jaier
filyaw and an assistant, who between
them were fairly dragging along white
robed. shrieking figure. a pallor over
spread the faces of those assembled
Two clergymen followed the main &C
tors in this fearful drama
i ut vas TedCueu. ne IFaDtlC,
shrouded form was bodily raised and car
ried upon the platform. More, he was
placed in 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 l did not strike the blow
The condemned mans hands were
shackled together behind him with
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
soul,"
n wild wall broke from the lips of Her
man Craven as q knotted moose was pass
ed over his head Another, Still anoth-