Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1906-07-26

days. Their witnesses are Wm.,
Arthur and Mr.. and Mrs. Spaugh,
James Hodge, Joe Austin and per-
haps few others. Self defense is
their plea.
think we will get through about
two hours before judgment morn.
The witnesses are as patient as
could be expected, but there is no
place like Ironton and Arcadia.
Some of our crowd went fishing,
rather, gigging, and brought back
over fifty fine fish; others go bath
ing in the beautiful Black, while
others play cards. You people at
home do not know what hardships
we are subject to; often in our
courts the witnesses are tried in
stead of the prisoner. But the
lronton contingent have behaved
well, except Hawkins and Damron.
They are both church members
(as all men ought to be) and do
not feel like betting, but, say,
Hawkins gave Damron a dollar to
let him beat him jumping.
We had a debate on Scripture
yesterday morning. Uncle Isaac
Sutton was judge. The contest
ants were P. w. Whitworth on one
side and VIM. R. Edgar on the
other. Whitworth affirmed that
man was free moral agent; that
he could believe and be saved or
lost, as he should choose-or the
Methodist side-and Edgar the
Presbyterian. They commenced
at the first of Genesis and got as
far as Revelations, when the din
ner bell called us to fried chicken,
hot biscuits, butter, eggs and other
good things too numerous to men,
ton. The boys are all going to
Sabbath school and church; so
you see we can be good when
away from home.
John Baldwin went home Sun
day; was afraid some one would
steal his girl. H. M. Collins was
afraid that if he stayed much
longer some one would steal the
road, and he never would see the
old lady more.
Robert Rasche, candidate for
Justice OF the Peace, goes up on
the hill every morning at sunrise
to practice stump speaking; Barn
house knows the law, and they say
that Fairchild is too old for the
place; besides that it should not
be life time office. The ladies
all ask who are those two cute
little fellows (Whitworth and
O'NeaD over at Howell's. They
never write home or ask about
home folk. You can imagine the
rest.
Now, Mr.. Editor, by the time
your 1900 subscribers read this,
the verdict in this case will be
known to the world-may it be
true. Our sheriff has been Sleep
ing his last long sleep in his lonely
grave, by the little stream of
Marble creek; his widow and four
children have fought the battle for
their daily bread alone; while the
murderers have been dressed in
purple and fine linen, and Jared
sumptuously, and had many roses
sent them by those who believe in
murder. |, for one, cannot believe
that the God, who numbers the
hairs on our heads, and takes care
of the sparrows, will let the pray
ers and cries of the orphans go
unheeded and unanswered forever.
Deus ommia regis. God created man
in his own image and likeness, but
when he commits murder he takes
his own likeness from his face and
puts the mark of Cain on him.
What is the mark of Cain? 'Tis
the reflection OF Gin from the soul
cortex of the cerebellum to the
countenance, and that looks like
the blood of Christ on Pilates
hand, which can't be washed
away. A FRIEND.
We have, by far, the greatest
bargain of the season in ladies'
and misses fine hats, We have