Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1905-01-28

I'm the orchard" muttered Mount.
1--WE can hang him with his own bril-
die"
We paused for an instant, gazing 81
lcntly at the. doomed a
"You must hang" said Mount grave
~.
"Not, that! Nor I stammered. Il
can't do It! Give him a swocd-giye
him something to fight with! Jack
I can't do it."
There was a touch on my arm. Sill
yer Heels stood beside me.
LET them deal with him" she u
INJURED. "You cannot fight with him.
There is no honor in him.
He had risen and now stood staring
vacantly at me.
care you going to let him loose on
the world again? n. cried Mount.
II cannot STAY him." I said.
"But a rope CAM" said Mount
"Do you then draw it, I replied,
eand never rail more at the hang
mani"
After a moment I unlocked and
opened the door. AS in a trance But
Ter passed but into the moonlight.
Mount stole close behind him, and 1
saw his broad knife glimmer as he
followed.
LET him CO." I said YEARLY. II
choke with all this foul intrigue. Is
there no work to do, Jack, save the
sherir's? Faugh! Let him gow
Butler slowly set foot to stirrup.
Mount snatched the pistol from the
saddle holster, with a savage sneer.
mo, no. he said. Trust a scoun-
drel If you will, lad, but draw his
fangs first. Oh, Lord above, but I hate
to let him go! Shall I? I'll give him q
nunarea yards Derore 1 fire! And I'll
not aim at that! Shall II"
If Butler heard him he made no
sign. He turned in his saddle and
looked at Silver Heels.
Should I, who had him in my power
and could now forever render the de-
mon in him powerless-should / let him
go free into the world, or send him for
ever to the dreadful abode Of lost
souls?
Wal was at hand. War would come
at dawn when the g%renadiers march
ed into Concord town. To STAY him
then would be no murder. But now?
Mount, watching me steadily, raised
his. rife.
mo-" I said.
What was I to dot There was no
prison to hale him to; the jails o. Bos-
ton lodged no Tories. Justice? There
was no Justice save that mockery at
Province House. Law? Gage was the
law-Gage, the friend of this man.
What was / to do? Once again Mount
raised his rifle.
NO" I said.
So passed Walter Butler from amona
us, riding slowly out into the shadowy
world, under the calm moon. God
witness that I conducted as my honor
urged, not as my hot blood desired, and
He shall deal with me one day. face
to face, that I let loose this man Oh
the world, yet did not dream of the
hell he should make of Tryon county
ere his red soul was fed again to the
hell that Matched It'll
a lrrie preeze began sarr1ns IN AZ
moonlit orchard: horses TOSSED
their heads and stamped; then silence
fell.
After a long while the voice of Noun,
recalled me to myself. He had drawn
poor Renard to a seat on the rottinf
steps of the porch.
"Now do you know me, Cade?" asked
Mount again and again.
The Weasel folded hts witheret
hands IN bis lap and looked up sol
, EMMY.
"Cade? Cade, old friend" persisted
Mount %piteously, drawing his grea
arm about the Weasel's STOPPING shout
ders, .do you know me|
The blank eyes Of the Weasel wer
fixed on Mount.
, "It was but yesterday, old friend
yesterday" cried Mount. and VIII
went with you IN the burnt trail
Cade7 Who went with you by nigh
and by day, by starlight and by SUI
eating when you ate, starving whe
you starved, drinking deep when yo
! drank, thirsting when you thirsted? !
> was /, Cadet" cried Mount eagerly.
. The Weasel looked at him with sol
:, rowful eyes, then rose and came slow
! ly toward Silver Heels.
"They say you are not my daughter,
he said, taking Silver Heels hand
from mine. ''They tell me / have fol
y gotten many things-that you are nc
y my little girl. But-we know bette
! my child"
Foxcroft, who had gone to th
y shabby barn, came back and whispere
that there were no horses there and n
: vehicle Of any description; that we ha
: best make ready for a journey to A
: bany Immediately and abandon th
house and its scant furnishings to til
mercy Of chance.
I left It to him and to Jack Mour
: to persuade poor Renard that a jou,
ney was necessary that very night, an
; to them also I left the a r of pr
: viding for us as best they might, 50,