New-York tribune., 1906-11-18

Come in, Jimmie, come in!'' he said e
"Ain't YOU most froze? You didn't ought
out like this" His hands brushed the snOy
Jim's coat.
The younger man growled at him like an {
oh go to blazes, We old fOOl! he SAID:
why don't ye go to bed an not set round
like an OF henl"
But no spark of anger burned in the old
mans heart He heard nothing but the
raving of one beside himself, and that one
his dearest charge There, there Jimme!,
he said feebly. Don't you talk sO-lt amt
right But now you must go to bed and
wrop up, you II git your death o cold.
Jim blundered into his bed room, and his
father followed him, and COaXed him, and
at last got him undressed. As his head
touched the pillow he fell into heavy sleep;
There, Jimmie, my own boy, there!
said the father in a strange whisper. Now
you sleep an rest, an I'll take care o you.
He left Jim'S bed room, closing the door
softly, but did not go to his own room.
Instead he sat down again by the stove.
His arms rested on the high arms of the
chair, his head was held erect, and his eyes
looked straight before him. So he sat for
another hour. Once or twice he murmured
a few words in an undertOne: Like as
father-hke as a father pitieth his chill
dren-" His eyes were full of an unques-
tioning faith.
Then. as if a sudden gust of wind that
shook the window had been a signal, he
quietly but curiously, without his habtual
feebleness, and walked to a cupboard in the
corner. He took out round bottle and
white cloth, and crossing to inns room, he
went IN and shut the door.
As it afterward became matter of public
record, early in the morning of December 10
Thomas Marshall stood on his barn floor,
gazing out over the white stretch of field
and hill. He had just finished pouring corn
l.
empty bag as Alvin came slowly through
the snow TO the barn.
"Mornin, Mr.. Bartlett" said Marshall,
striking his hands together to dust them.
'Ain't you round leetle early, for you?"
Alvin came straight up to him. Mr..
Marshall, you're town constable this year
your" he said
Why, yes" replied Marshall, with
whats the trouble,'
Il want you to take me up" said Alvin S
I've killed a manor a boy-'twas my boy,
Marshall's eyes and mouth were open wide.
ye clean crazy, Alvin BARTLETT: he cried. "'
the matter of ye?'
Alvin regarded him silently for momen
then, It's all true. just as | told ye,' he sal
slipped down in a little heap on the barn floor
Swift investigation revealed the awful trr
Alvin had told it. DR.. Hunters arrival resu
the announcement that the old man was not
crazy, though greatly weakened physically, an
he must stay in bed for few DAYS.
But you must take me to jail, Mr. Mars
insisted Alvin feverishly. i know what |
done it with full knowledge, an | want to p
penalty O the law
Nothing would calm him but Marshall's ass
that he would be taken to the county jail as
as the doctor would allow him to be moved
Shall | ask Squire Bowles to come and t
you, Alvin?" asked DR.. Hunter. u suppose
want to see a lawyer; won't you?"
No, Doc" answered Alvin Bartlett after
no =
had much to do with lawyers. But at tn
trial" the old man brought out the word W
effOrt-"at the trial | shall have somethin'
to the jury. l expect they'll be the folks ",
amongst all these years. l shall have sometl
say to them"
And then Alvin talked with Dr. Hunter ale
half an hour When the doctor went awe
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