Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1911-08-06
SUNDAY MAGAZINE FOR AUGUST .. 1911
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thing upper1nost in Warren's mind was sans defense.
who will defend SAM he asked
ooh, the Co'te' appint some shyster, Jones said.
q" don SAM got airy chance he added earnestly;
but III quit the job befo' I'll hang him"
Cant we find someone who will defend him?'
Warren persisted. I'll pay him something
"Thc's a young Teller named Harper down by the
Cotehouse Jones said cf1ectively. overnight git him.
"In go down and see him. Warren declared promptly
Sheriff Jones looked at him doubtfuly and shook his
head. "Yo amt popular here now, Boy, an if
they catch yo' engagn lawyer TO Sam yo' won't be
able stay TO the trial.
Warren afraid this might be true, and he must
stay. He thought of Molly
@Very well, I'll go down to the hotel for breakfast and
find Molly" he said. "I'll give her money, tell
her what to say and send her to Harper. How will
that do?
"Good dee, Jones answered approvingly. "AIolly1l
On the way to the hotel Warren stop in the
street and point him out to one another. He was
greeted with chorus of salles he entered the Vlr
gina House.
Here's the reporter! Close shave last night! ails
good place fer yol Better hev Jones get up another
comp nv of militia fer yO!'
He smiled at them merrily and bought copy of THE
Star" at a cigar counter. Everyone seemed to have
copy and Warren thrilled to see his in large
type over the and almost full page of the
plot of himself and Sheriff Jones He went into the
dining and sat down at small side table. Molly
dusky picture of apprehension moved swiftly to his
side With his eyes bent the written bill of fare, he
told her about Harper gave her explicit Instructions
and slipped twentv-doar BILL infinitely folded into
her hand.
he finished, looking at her:
aYas, sub; no, Suh,' she answered, and almost ran
out.
Another negress brought Warrens breakfast, and he
could hear calls for "Yo NIoly in the kitchen but
response.
PROSECUTOR HARRINGTON had breakfast with
L Pettngil so that they might confer the trial
The Judge had been cavalry Colonel IN the civil War;
and nothing had occurred since that episode to recon
struct him. His beard eyebrows, and long hair were
sandy white. His gray eyes cleaned hercely, and he
was terror the bench. He regarded the Sheriffs
call on the militia contemplate cowardice, and swore
that not one of the imported guardians of peace should
step inside his courtroom.
aThe internal Hessians may play soldier in the dirt
road Subj with heah toy guns, sub; but theah will DE
no martial law in my 'tcroOn Subj"
But Judge, the crowd is ugly one Harrington
protested &Theyre bound to lynch the niger
81 will keep o'deh in my coteroom, sub, and |
haven't forgot how to shoot The militia will stay out
side
This was his ultmatum, and Harrington went to
the Sheriff Captain Russell was called into conference
and it was arranged that he and his should escort
the Sheriff and his prisoner the door of the court
room and mount guard there and at the windows.
81 reckon me an the Judge an BOWleS can keep order
inside Jones chuckled.
THE County Court was in big square room, oak
beams stretching from wall to wall beneath the
ceiling give it strength There two windows
each side with heavy inside shutters of iron. Opposite
the massive oak doors which opened inward was the
Judges bench In front of a rallied off space which
incOsed counsel tables the clerks desk prisoners seat
witness stand and jury box. An aisle led from the door
this space, with benches stretching on each side
Warren entered with the Sheriff and Sam, and they
were shortly followed by Harper, who conferred with
the prisoner. Warren that the young Southcrners
clean shven face looked aggressive and his blue eyes
fearless Judge Petlngll assembled the BENCH the
clerk took his place. and the doors thrown Open
The crowd entered swiftly, but in order, and filled the
benches. Court open.
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