Rogue River courier. (Grants Pass, Or.) 1886-1927, 1907-06-21
AN ANUNFINISHEDTRIAL
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the morning haze, and before it had
reached over into the draws and hollowz
Of the clay hills, the men Of the neighbor-
hood were in the saddle and the story OF
the taking OF Marion Marie the night be-
fore was on their lips They were riding
in groups and in pairs and some were
riding singly, but all their paths were con
verging toward Squire Yantley's sawmill.
Along the winding roads Bill Telket was
pressing his tired horses into hard gal
lop. He was the president OF the Anti
Horse Thief association and he was
spreading the news Of the capture and that
was notice 10 the members Of the assocla-
tion that he wanted them at the trial
which was TO be held at the sawmill.
Takes men to handle ropes when we got
hoss.thieves about" he said
But the friends Of Marion Marie were
among those who were riding over the yel'
low clay knob on the east and came gal
Looping across the bottom on the west and
came out on the bride paths that led from
the other directions to the mill. Word had
gone out TO them also in the night from
Hez Telkets house Nan Telket had dared
to love this mar over whose head hung
the odious charge Of horse stealing. She
was daring even more than that for her
father, her brothers and their friends and
followers had organized the Anti-HOrse Thief
association for the single purpose of cap
turing and il possible of lynching Marion
Marie. Her brother, Bill Telket, was riding
away in the darkness to gather his forces
when she crept out OF the house and ran
scross fields and by forest paths to give the
alarm.
None Of the men was thoughtless enough
to come to the trial unarmed. Most Of
them carried long-barreled squirrel rifles.
More than half Of those gathered there
were friends Of Marion Marie and for that
reason the Anti Horse-Thef association
was subject to the humiliating spectacle
OF legal inquiry into horse-stealing case.
The millshed, which served as the court
room, was crowded, Squire Yantley was
nervous. Johnny Moore, the sheriff, and
his deputy, Dave Mawpum, sat with their
backs to the wall, a revolver in each hand,
with their prisoner between them. Some
men in the room were taller, some were
broader OF shoulders, but none was as hand
some in face and in figure as Marie. His
black hair hung down to his shoulders.
He had a red handkerchief knotted at his
throat His trousers were tucked in the
ION. ~ nj. boot. th,t were illuminated with
rod and Yellow stars and with crescent,
Evsn IN. heel. ~ hi. boots did not esc.pe
admiring attention, for they were high and
slender and were jingling with spurs.
IL amt never tried no hoss-thief cases."
..;d co,,;ra y.n,Iav .cb,,, q yeTl ;us, Lesn
GOOD order cues, Wen get along all right"
Ana hs ls.nsd oxar 10 Sheriff Moore for
advice. a. to methods of procedure Then
he called upon the prisoner to enter his
plea.
"I Amt guilty" .nid Marie. as he stood
erect and tossed back his hair.
"Wsll who i.w demanded the squire
..rAo,. ~. ho..tL;ot ~ .r;a1 ,,o;,,
ing with hi. arm out.tretehed. "Bli Tolket
,tole tho mare"
Bill Teltet speans to his feet. The as.
se,Abloae was suddenly in motion Rack.
ward and forward and sidewise, it swayed
ominously and weapons were clicking, but
there was no outbreak or rush or clash.
A murmur arose in the rear Of the room.
The crowd parted. making path through
its center, till girl rushed into the open
space whore the prisoner stood in an atti-
tude Of defiance, facing Bill Telket. She
pulled from her head blue sunbonnet,
whose edges dropped and half hid her face
As she did so her hair, red brown and
glnting, fell in masses like mantle on her
shoulders Red bushes fretted in her pal.
lid checks The murmurs Of the throng
hushed and everyone was staring.
Nan. what brings YOU here" cried Bill
Telket
"I coma tab .,ve man that ,sxa,s
"Tah ,ave a bosstbief,"
"y,u,sb mo hrotbar Rm ,.n1,oL
,sr 7 co,n. - sto' rab ' to-. 'i
conrt tbet M,rion Mr. Snss,Aiat
S,uire Marion isn't M boss.tbief Hs reysh
stole tho m.rsi"
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a.. & &'I. '"0 u'N ''''A w. Won "'A'u
49,"
40" ASK me- squire can Tell ysh'
ou' MARION alun l.
III yeh don tell, Nan, wsn hsf tsh
pentenshy i'm.
"feh CANT; yeh cAintl Thsyss men
here; they won't let yehl"
Here. Nan. theyse enough O. that" .aid
Bill Telket 6ereely As he seized his sister
by the wrist and drew her rudely hack
She turned ON her brother and he shrunk
from the flashing Of her darn ewes She
released her wrist from hi. Vrnsn A half.
subdued roar went nm from The crowd and
il moved forward A man in the front
rank wa, holding nm , revolver. The girl