Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1904-05-09

Il GOZen-Dut the editor or the Herald
after virtually conducting the prosecu-
ton, went upon the stand and swore to
man after man. Eight men went TO
the penitentiary on his evidence, FIVE
of them for twenty years. The Platt-
vile brass band serenaded the editor of
the Herald again.
There were no more raids, and the
Six Crossroads men who were left kept
TO their novels. appalled, and shaken.
but as time went by and left them un-
molested they recovered a measure OF
their hardness and began to think Oh
what they should do to the man who
had brought misfortune and terror up
on tam. For long time he had been
publishing their threatening letters and
warnings in Il column which he headed
'Humor of the Day.
When the BriScoe blackboard had left
the Crossroads far behind and had
come in sight of Plattville Mr.. Bris-
GOES visitor turned to Fisbee with a
repetition Of the shiver that the laugh
ter of Mr.. Skillet had caused her and
said half under her breath, Il wish-I
half wish-that we had not driven
through there" She clasped Mr.. Fis-
bees hand gently. His eyes shone. He
touched her fingers with a strange, shy
| reverence.
You will meet him tomorrow" he
said softly
She laughed and pressed his hand.
I'm afraid not. | was almost at his
side last night when Minnie asked him
to call on me. He wasn't even inter-
ested enough to look at me-
y
Something over two hours later; as
Mr.. Tom Martin was putting things to
rights in his domain, the Dry Goods
Emporium, previous to his departure
for the evenings gossip and checkers
at the drug store. he stumbled over
something soft lying on the floor be-
hind a counter. The thing rose and
would have evaded him, but he put out
his hands and piniOned it and dragged
it to the show window. where the light
of the fading day defined his capture.
The capture shrieked and squirmed
and fought earnestly. Grasped by the
shoulder, he held lean, fierce eyed,
understood gils of fourteen clad in one
ragged cotton garment, unless the coat
of dust she wore over all might be es-
teemed another. Her cheeks were sal
low, and her brow was already shrewd-
ly lined, and her eyes were as hypO-
critical as they were savage. She was
very thin and little, but old Toms
brown face grew a shade nearer white
-l,oo IoID& ell
you're no Plattville girl he said
sharply.
"You lier' cried the child ''You lie!
l am! You leave me go. will you? I'm
lookin' fer pap, and you're liar!'
"You crawed in here to sleep after
! your seven mile walk didn't your
Martin went on.
you're liarr' she screamed.
"Look here,' said Martin slowly,
"you go back to Six Crossroads and
tell your folks that if anything happens
to a hair of Mr.. Harkless' head every
shanty in your town will burn. and
your grandfather, and your father, and
your unces, and your brothers. and
your cousins, and your second cousins.
and your third cousins will never have
the good luck to see the penitentiary.
Reckon you can remember that mes
sage? But before l let you go to carry
it | guess you might as well hand out
the paper they sent you over here
with"
His prisoner fell into a paroxysm of
rage.
'I'I git pap to kill YEP she shrieked.
L: ,;,,S
, bout yer Six Crossroads, ner no pa
pers, ~ner yer Mr.. Harkels neither. ner
you, We razorbacked ole devil. Pap
: III kill vel Leave me gOi Leave me
go! Pap IL kill ye! I'll git him to
kill YEP Suddenly her struggles ceas-
, ed, her eyes closed. her tense little mus
: cles relaxed and she dropped toward
? the floor The old man shifted his grip
I to support her, and in an instant she
twisted out of his hands and sprang
{ out of reach, her eyes shining with tri-
) umph and venom.
"Yahay, Mr. Razorback" she shrill-
2 ed. "How's that fer high? Pap III
I kill We Sunday! Yell be screechin' in
hell in a week, an we 'ull set up an
: drink our applejack an laff!'
. Martin pursued her lumberingly. but
n she was agile as monkey and ran
O lodging up and down the counters and
!. Knocked him, singing. Gran nanny
Y Tipsy Toe At last she tired of the
J. game and darted out of the door, fling
J. ing back n hoarse laugh at him as she
3 went He followed. but when he reach
o ed the street she was a mere shadow
fitting under the courthouse trees. He
e looked after her forebodingly, then
n turned his eyes toward the Palace no
g tel on the corner The editor Of the
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