The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1912-03-27


applause, which quickly spent itself
The struggle seemed to have narrowed
to an individual contest for suprem
acy between Fentress and the Judge
On the edge of the railed-off space
they confronted each other; the
colonel, a tall, we'll cared for pres
ence; the Judge, shabby and unkempt
For moment their eyes met, while
the judges face purpled and paled
and purpled again. The silence deep
ened. Fentress' thin lips opened
twitched, but no sound came from
them; then his glance wavered and
fell. He turned away.
"Mr. Sheriff." he called sharply.
"All right, Colonel"
Take your man into custody or
dered Fentress. AS he spoke he hand
ed the warrant toward Belts, who
looked at it, grinned, and stepped to-
ward Hues. He would pushed the
judge aside had not that gentleman,
bowling civilly, made way for him.
''In my profound respect for the law
and properly constituted authority |
yield to no man, not even to Colonel
Fentress," he said with gracious ges-
ture 81 would not place the slightest
obstacle in the way of it's sanctioned
manifestation. Colonel Fentress comes
here with that high sanction" He
bowed again tremendously to the colo
mel. 81 repeat, respect his depend
ence upon the law" He whirled sud
denly "Cavendish, Yancy, Darlington
i call upon you to arrest John Muir
rell! I do this by, virtue of the au-
thority vested in me as judge of
the United States federal court. His
crime-a mere trife-my friends
passing counterfeit money. Colonel
Fentress will inform you that this is
a violation of the law which falls with
in my jurisdiction and he beamed
blandly on Fentress.
Its lie," cried the colonel.
you'll answer for that later!" said
the judge, with abrupt austerity OF
tone.
For all we know you may be some
fugitive from justice!-Why your
name isn't Price!"
Are you sure of that?" asked the
judge quickly.
You're an impostor! Your name is
Turberville"
Permit me to relieve your appre-
tensions 1t is Turberville who has re-
ceived the appointment. Would you
like to examine my credentials?-l
have them by memo? l am obliged
for your introduction. could not
have come at more timely moment!
The judge seemed to dismiss Fentress
contemptuously. Once more he faced
the packed benches. Put down your
weapons!" he commanded. This
man Murrell will not be released. AT
the first effort at rescue he will be
this plotting is at an end" He
stalked nearer the benches. Not one
chance in thousand remains to him.
Either he dies here or he lives to be
taken before every judge in the state,
if necessary, until we find one with
courage to try him! Make no mis-.
take-it will best conserve the ends
of justice to allow the state courts
jurisdiction in this case; and pledge
myself to furnish evidence which will
start him we'll on his road to the gal
lows" The judge, tremendous
presence, stalked nearer the benches.
Outfacing the crowd, a sense of the
splendor of the part he was being
called upon to play flowed through
him like some elixir; he felt that he
was transcending himself, that his in
spiration was drawn from the hidden
springs of the spirit, and that he
could neither falteE nor go astray.
"You don't know what you are med
ding with! This man has plotted to
lay the south in ruins-he has been
arming the negroes-it is incredible
that you should all know this-to such
l say, go home and thank God for
your escape! For the others'-his
shaggy brows met in menacing
frown-"if they force our hand We will
toss them John Murrelrs dead car
cass-that's our answer to their chal-
lenge!"
He strobe out among the gun muz-
zles which wavered where they still
covered him. He was thinking of Ma
haffy-Mahaffy, who had said he was
still man to be reckoned with. For
the comfort of his own soul he was
proving it.
sDo you know what servile insur-
l.