New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1911-08-06
SUNDAY MAGAZINE FOR AUGUST o. 1911

if was already busy and breakfast under way. The
thing uppcrnost in Warren's mind was Sans defense.
~Who will defend SAM he asked.
"Oh the Gotten appInt some ShySter, Jones sad.
don see as Sans got airy chance he added earnestly
"but III quit the Job bcfo' III hang him.
"Can't we find someone who will defend HIM;
Warren persisted. "Ill pay him something.
"Thes a Young Teller named Harper down by the
Cotchouse ZONES said rcfcctivcly overnight GIT him.
an 90 down and see him. Warren declared promptly
Sheriff ZONES looked at him doubtfully and shook his
head "Yo amt over popular mere now, BOY an Il
they catch yo' engagn lawyer 10 Sam 20 won DC
able to stay 70 the trial.
Warren was afraid this might be true, and he must
STAY He thought of Molly.
"Very WELL III go down to the hotel Tor breakfast ana
find Molly" he said. I'll give her some money, tel
her what to say and send her to Harper. How Will
that do?" ,,u -,
Good dce." Jones answered approvingly. "Nlolyl
do what 70 tell her
street and point him out to one another lie was
greeted with chorus OF salieS as he entered the VIZ
gina House. " -
good place fer VOL Better hev Jones get up another
comply of militia fer yoI ~
He smiled at them merrily and bought copy OF he
Star" at a cigar counter. Everyone seemed to have
COPY and Warren thrilled to his own name IN large
TYNE over the story and almost full page OF the eX-
plot of himself and Sheriff Jones He went on INTO the
dining room and sat down at small side table Molly,
a dusky picture OF apprehension moved swiftly 10 ms
side With his ewes bent the written bill OF fare he
told her about Harper, gave her explicit instructions,
and slipped a twenty-doar bill, infinitely folded, into
her hand.
Bring me coffee and ham and eggs and don't forget,
he finished. looking at her.
"Yas, sub; no, sub, she answered. ana almost ran
ANOTHER negress brought Warrcns breakfast, and he
could hear calls for "Yo Molly in the kitchen, but no
response.
PROSECUTOR HARRINGTON had breakfast with
Petngi so that they might confer over the trial
The Judge had been cavalry Colonel in the Civil War;
and nothing had occurred since that episode to recon-
sruct him. His beard eyebrows and long hair were
sandy white. His gray eyes CLEANED ferccly and he
was a terror on the bench. He regarded the Sheriff
call on the militia contemplate cowardice, and swore
that not OF the imported guardians OF peace should
step inside his courtroom.
THE Internal Hcssians may play soldier in the dirt
road Subj with thcah toy guns, Sub; but theah will be
no martial law in my co'tcroom sub"
But Judge, the crowd is an ugly one, Harrington
protested. "Thcyrc bound to lynch the niger
Il will keep o'deh in my cotcroom, sub, and |
haven't forgot how to shoot. The militia will stay out
This was his ultimatum and Harrington went to see
the Sheriff Captain Russell was called into oi.ercncc
and it arranged that he and his Shou4 escort
the Sheriff and his prisoner to 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 in a big square room, oak
beams stretching from wall to wall beneath the
ceiling to 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 II rallied of space which
ncosed counsel tables the clerks desk prisoners seat
witness stand and jury box An aisle led from the door
to this space with benches stretching each side.
Warren entered with the Sheriff and Sam, and they
were shortly followed by Harper, who conferred with
the prisoner Warren saw that the young Southerncrs
clean shaver face looked aggressive and his blue eyes
wore fearless Iudpp pctnqill assembled the bench the