Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1904-10-06

on him aid le, ii1snave it. What they
done it with / don't know. we tooh
everything in that line on OF EN-.
Prob'ly used railroad iron. and what
they done with him afterward We don
| know. but we will by night. They II
sweat it out OF 'eia up at Rouen when
they get en-
Il reckon maybe some OF Us might
help.. remarked Mr.. Watts retsacuvely,
Jim Bardlock swore violent oath.
That's the talk he shouted. Ell /
amt the first man of this crowd 10 SET
my foot in Roowun and first to beat IN
that Jail door I'm not town marsha
of Plattville. county OF Carlow. state
of Indiana. and the Lord have mercy
on our souls
Tom Martin looked at tie brown
stain and quickly turned away. Then
be went back slowly to the village,
On the way he passed Warren Smith.
rs it so:" asked the lawyer.
Martin answered with q dry throat,
He looked out over the sunlit fields
and swallowed once or twice. YES.
it's So There's good deal OF it there
Little more than a boy he was. The
old fellow passed his seamy hand over
his eyes without concealment Peter
amt very bright sometimes. it seems
TO me-" be added brokenly: Overlook
Bodeffer end Fisbec and ME. and all
of US old Ensks, and-and''-he suip'
ted suddenly. then finished-'and act
the fool and take boy that's the best
we had. wish the Almighty would
take Peter of the gate. he amt =
fer it,
When the attorney reached the spot
where the crowd was thickest. way
was made for him. The old co!ored
man, Xenophon. approached at tie
same time. leaning on hickory stick
and bent very far over. one hand rest
Ing on his hip as ii to ease rusty
joint. The negro's age was an incentive
to fable. From his appearance he
might have known the prophets. and be
wore that hoary look of unearth!y wis
dom which many decades of super
stitious experience sometimes give to
members of his race. His face, SO tor
tured with wrinkles that it might have
been made Of innumersble black
threads woven together. was a living
mask of the mystery Of his blood
Harkless had once said that Uncle
Xenophon had visited heaven before
Swedenborg and hell before Dante. To
day as he slowly limped over the ties
his eyes were bright and dry under
the solemn lids, and, though his heavy
nostrils were unusually distended in
the effort for regular breathing. the
deeply puckered lips beneath them
were set firmly. He stopped and look
ed at the faces before him. When be
spoke his voice was gentle, and, though
the tremulousness of age harped on the
vocal strings. it was rigidly controlled
'kin some kline gelmun." he asked,
''please t be so good ez t show de ole
main whuh de Wife Caips is done
shoot Marse Hawkliss:"
Here was where it happened. uEcle
Zen,' answered Wiley. leading him TO!
ward. Here is the stain
| Nenophon bent over tie spot on the
sand, making little odd noises in luis
throat. Then he painfully resumed
his former position. BASS his blood.
he said in the same gentle. quavering
tone. "Dass my bes' frien' whit lay
on de groun' whay yo' Stand. gelnun
Dass whuh dey laid i'm. an daSs whuh
he lie.' the old negro continued. "Dey
shot i'm in de fiel's. Dey amt shot IN
heah. Yondeh deg druggen i'm. but
dis whuh he lie." He bent over again
hand on the stain. one would have
| said, as man might place his hand
over heart to see if it still beat. He
| was motionless. With the air of heark.
| ening.
"Marse. honey, is you gomez" He
raised his voice as if calling. lis ye
gone, suh-marsc:'
| He looked up at the circle about him
and then. still kneeling. not taking his
| hand from the sand. seeming to wal,
for sign to listen for u voice. he said
"Whafo' yo' gelmun think de good
Lawd summon Marse Hawkliss? Kase
he de mos fittes': You know. dat man
he ketch me in de cole night. wintuh
10 lais.' stealth is wood You know
whut he done t. de ole thief: TEX an
bull up big fab cen ole Zen shainty
Say: Hep yo'se'f, an welcome. Keck.
on you hongry. too, aim you. Memo
phon:' TEX an feed me. tex an tel;
keer O. me ev' since. All pump de bath
full in de mawn', mex lis bed. pull de
weeds out'n de front walk: dass ALL
He TEX me in. When All ask i'm ain
he 'fraid keep ole thief he say. jesse
'Dass all my fault. Nenophon; ought
look you up long go; ought know long
go you be cole desc bald nights. Reck.
on Ah'm de thievenest one us two
Xenophon, keepin' all dis wood stock
up when you got none he say. Jesse
TEX me in; say he lahk a thief: pay me
sala'y; feed me. Dass de main whu,
de Caps gone shot lais' night" He
raised his head sharply. and the mys.
terry in his gloomy eyes intensified as
they opened wide and stared at the
sky unseeingly.
"Ah's bawn wild cawlw he exclaim