The daily morning journal and courier., 1901-01-10

where they came out of the woods. Hl mother and his wife lived there. Cul
 len crouched behind a woodplle TOT
 few moments and his wife came along
 the road going to a neighbors. Sh'
 was confronted by her husband, Wht
 rose from behind the Woodpile. "Why, Jim," said she, Gran f1ayder
 is after you to arrest you. lie Wen'
 past here yesterday afternoon
 q don't care for Gran Hayden, nol
 any one else,' said he with a snarl
 "Ive killed Gran Hayden and now I'm going to kill you and the young one
 and that -" naming q nelghpol
 of whom he had been jealous on ac' count of attentions shown to his wife
 Run for the house, Jim,' she shout ed T hear them coming"
 Cullen was even then advancing toward her with the axe. But at her cry all his cowardice returned. He dropped the weapon and hastened to the house. His mother was washing dishes at the sink His little son was playing on the floor As Cullen entered he picked up the child and raised it above his head with menacing mo- tion as though to dash it on the floor. The grandmother turned and faced him.
 Set that boy down and behave your self" she snapped.
 Again the big coward subsided. A moment later a murmur of voices sounded In the distance. Cullen looked out of the window. Afar down the road came tramping along a group of men. Some of them bore scvthes and some carried guns and axes. They had grabbed whatever weapons were handy and were on a man hunt.
 Run down cellar, Jin." cried his mother.
 The cellar of the house was merely a dark hole in the ground with a ladder leading down into it. Cullen dlsap- peared.
 When the men entered the spokes- man stamped the snow off his feet and said, Mrs. Cullen, where's Jim? Is he here? Is he down cellar?"
 q hain't got nothin' to say" said the woman, without turning her head.
 Boys, he's down cellar here,' de- clared the spokesman. We saw his tracks leadin' right here to the the door, He raised his voice. Jim Cul- len, come up. If ye don't we'll com mence firing through this floor and we'll have ye if we make 1t look like a pepper box top"
 There was long silence. The man shouted again We commence shoot ing when I count ten.'
 In muffled tones from below came Cullen's quavering query: Will ye use me like man if I come up?"
 "We'll use you like man, Jim,'' was the response.
 In moment the trap door was pushed aside and the hairy hands ap- peared grasping the edges of the hole. Then into the light came the giant, blinking after his confinement in the darkness. Immediately man named Dudley stepped forward and making as though to shake hands with the man seized his great fist and drew 1t behind the prisoners back. The other hand was drawn back without protest on the part of Cullen, and he was pinioned. His hands were never unloosed. He died that way.
 Cullen was at once taken to the only store in the place. There he was tied to the central post in the space be- tween the counters and given a salt box to sit upon. Crowds came and pressed into the room. Cullen sat with his cap upon his head, his face on his breast and the precipitation streaming down into bis beard. Thus he crouched until evening. The crowds increased. The people from Presque Isle rode out that way. They came by the hundred There were whisperings and plottings. Gran Hayden had many friends in the village-Jim Cullen not one.
 Hayden's brother frothed and screamed, when the news came to him. He clamored to be allowed to get at the murderer. They set men to watch him and keep him in Presque Isle. But he escaped them and all at once he ap- peared wild-eyed and haggard in the center of the throng that was pressing about Cullen in the hot little store. The people instnctively separated. They expected that the brother would not only immediately kill Cullen but any one who interposed between him and his vengeance. The brother walked slowly up to the covering giant and grated between his teeth after an awful hush: Darn your measly soul, I've good mind to kick you till you're cross eyed" Nothing more-not even move to strike the pinioned giant.
 That was about the only humorous feature that was connected with that grim day and night.
 Just at dusk horseman arrived at the store He came in and set ten derly down on the counter a handful of something tied up in a red handker- chief Boys" said he with a choke in his throat, boys, that's all that Is left of Gram Hayden and his friend-jest what's in that handltcher there."
 A man stepped forward. He directed the eyes of the great giant to the pa- thetic little bundle,
 Jim Cullen" said he, now say that we're sorry ye done it."
 'Im sorry,' said the murderer sul- | enly-"I'm sorry that l didn't kill | about half a dozen more of the mis- able critters here"
 There was silence at these words. The l group stood and looked at him. One man, without saying a word, took out his knife, cut twenty feet off a bundle ! If clothes line, took cake of yellow | Soap out of the box near by and | commenced soaping the line. Cullen | ooked on. The man sat right in front | ,f Cullen so that he might look on. |