The Salt Lake tribune. [volume] (Salt Lake City, Utah) 1890-current, 1910-10-23

and moustache stained with toba eco
juice, which he chewed necessarily With
working jaws, splitting nervously between
sentences. His eyes were OF a shfty
blue, set dangerously close together,
which infallihlc mark of ,reachcrous
nature. perhaps. set me against him. al
though 1 never allowed personal preju-
diccs TO affect my Judgment.
Wen, we CANNED. 10 use a whaling
term. about the weather, the, crops and
farming In that particular locality. I
mentioned two or three names OF families
in Pisgah with whom | was already ac
quainted. allowing him TO suppose that
was a two -WeeEer from York"
BY degrees we got quite chummy, 10
which end "A couple OF my cigars helped
not little. though ] hated TO see him
chew viciously on good Panatela until
and quite naturally led the way around
| TO the recent tragedy. saying:
That was bad job over at the
Valley farm the other day"
! ''Ga as, ya-as.' drawled Henniker non
committaly, splitting among the weeds.
Were you among those present." In
quired casually.
"Ya-as, ya-as. I was thar" he ad-
mltted, but volunteered no more.
Queer sort OF an accident. though"
| ! remarked. q little moro pontedly.
| fa-as. ya-nS. came the lazy answer
Must "a been an accident. as v say
| There was some promi3cuouS firing OF
guns and pistols. I've been told?" I ven
tured in the effort TO draw him out. and
perhaps get him TO admit that he him
self had been armed
"Ya-as, ya-as" he drawled for the
and mounting his tedder: some feller
forgot T. draw his load. I guess! Cid
| dap And with a $50 long. mister"
fung over his shoulder the team and the
| machine moved off OH their long circuit of
| the "medder'
We'll, had drawn a blank so far as
any definite result was concerned. but
| like a good many mon I'm my business
] am q firm believer in first impression.
and had . hunch," rs The slang
phrase goes. that Mark Henniker had
, rish's Krag. But how to connect the
snaky mIscreant with the crime was q
totally different proposition.
For a week longer 1 pursued my in,
was remark made by an old Irish
woman named Biddy Mullay. who in
| hahtted little shack and eked out
living by doing chores for tho neigh
| enS and pigs on tho side. Stopping 10
| chat with her one day. | found her an
nveterate gossip. and when We touched
on the Valley murder the old cronc
made no bones about speaking her mind.
| She knew all tho antccedent facts--how
! Tom Valley had "bcsted" Mark icuui-
| ker. bad cess { him. oh. but that Hen
mixer lad wos a crool one she ended.
and poor little Rnthie better be dead
| in her coffin than married TO tn var
mint. rest her sowll" At This mention
/
you may nc sure.
do you thinls-?'' | was beginning,
when Mrs. MuIlaly broke in looking at
me shrcwdy and uoGding her gray head
| sagcy:
II wouldn't put it past him she
averrcd then, as though fearing that she
| had said too much she shut up light as
n clam.
OF course II was only an old womans
| gossip ydul say. and no evidence at all.
! but the sentiment, so cloquently expressed
chimed SO exactly with my own private
! belief that | Was more confirmed therein
than ever. That night | resolved on a
| bold move and rather desperate one--to
arrest Mark llcpniller on suspicion and
thus perhaps terrify him into a confess
sion.
Next morning I swore out d warrant
| before the local squire and went with
| the Pissah constable to serve ii. We
| found our man in the barn and clapped
a pair OF handcuffs on him frs, thing.
| Then / read the warrant IN which
charged him circumstantialv and cat
egorically with having threatened Tom
and Ruth: with having plotted TO rob
the husband Of his newly made wife.
with breaking into George Gerrish's house
| and stealing the Krag: and nnally, with
| having drawn q bead on the girl from
where he stood In the outskirts of the
crowd during the confusion OF the
| "shivaree" and the promiscuous shoot
! Ing In the air around him.
Finally. In the most dramatic manner
] could summon, which had more than
once scared a criminal Into confession
] opened my hand. eXclalming
Here's the bullet which sent tho poor
| S'rl TO her death. and you are the man
| who fired ths o6ot. Better make q Glenn