The Watertown weekly leader. [volume] (Watertown, Jefferson County, Wis.) 1912-1917, 1912-09-27

Sll1ed widely and SWeetly. Inc Snhr~
if gave him a hostile glare. do you
know that Morrow has left town."
the judge went on
Il amt got nothin' to do with Judge
Morrow. It's my duty to see that
this building is ready for him when
he's mind to open court in it."
You are willing to assume the re-
sponsibility OF throwing open these
doors?" inquired the judge afably
L shorely am" said Belts. Why,
some of these folks are our leading
people!"
The judge turned to the crowd, and
spoke in a tone of excessive civility.
Just a word, conference.-the sher-
if is right; it is your courthouse and
you should not be kept out OF it. No
doubt there are some of you whose
presence in this building will sooner
or later be urgently desired. We are
going to let all who wish to enter, but
| | beg you to remember that there Will
| be five men inside whose prejus.ces
are all in favor of law aud order"
| He pushed past Hues and entered the
| courthouse, followed by Yancy and
| Hannibal. Well let 'em in where 1
! can talk to en- he said almost gaily.
Besides, they'll come in anyhow when
they get ready, so there's no sense in
exciting them"
In the courthouse, Murren, bound
hand and foot, was seated between
| Darlington and the Earl of Lambeth
IN the little railed-off space below the
| judges bench. Fear and suffering had
| oIanched his unshaVen cheeks and
| given a wild light to his deeply sunk
en- eyes. At sight of Yancy smoth-
| cred exclamation broke from his lips;
he had supposed this man dead these
many monthsl
Hues had abandoned his post, and
! the crowd, suddenly grown clamorous.
! stormed tt& narrow entrance One OF
| the doors, borne from its hinges, went
down with a crash. The Judge, a
fierce light flashing from his eyes.
| turned to Yancy
| No matter what happens, this fell
low MurreH is not to escape-if he
calls on his friends to rescue him he
Is to be shot"
Inc hall was filling with swearing,
| struggling men, the floor shook be-
meath their heavy tread; then they
burst into the courtroom and saIuted
| MurrelI with a great shout. But Muir
| reIl, bound. in rags, and silent his
| lips frozen in a Wolfish grin, was a
| depressing sight, and the boldest felt
something Of his unrestrained Iawless-
ness go from him.
Less noisy now, the crowd spread
itself out among the benches or
sWarmed up into the tiny gallery at
the back Of the building. Man after
man had hurried forward, intent on
passing beyond the railing, but each
had encountered the judge, formida-
bic and forbidding, and had turned
| aside. Gradually the many pairs OF
| eyes rowing over the little group sur
| rounding the outlaw focused them.
selves on Siocum Price. 1t was in IN
| conscious recognition of that moral
force which was his, a tribute to the
grim dignity of his mistaken courage;
what he would do seemed worth con
sidering.
He was charmed to hear his name
| pass in a whisper from lip to lip.
! Well, it was time they knew him! He
| squared his ponderous shoulder and
| made a gesture commanding silence.
| Battered, shabby and debauched, he
was like some old war horse who
| shifts the odor Of battle that the wind
Incontinently brings to his nostr1Is.
Don't let him speak," cried a
voice, and a tumult succeeded.
! Cool and indomitable the judge
/ waited for it to subside. He saw that
the color was stealing back into Muir.
| relPs face. The outlaw was feeling
that he was leader not oyerthroWn;
| these were his friends and followers,
! his safety was their safety, too. In
| lull in the storm OF sound the Judge
attempted to make himself heard, but
| his words were lost in the angry roar
! that descended on him.
Don't let him speak! Kill him!
Kill him!"
A score of men sprang to their feet
and from all sides came the click OF
rifle and pistol hammers as they were
drawn to the full cock. The judges
fate seemed to rest on a breath He
swung about on his heel and gave a
curt nod to Yancy and Cavendish,
who, falling back a step, tossed their
guns to their shoulders and covered
MurreIl. A sudden hush grew up out
| of the tumult; the cries, angry and
| jeering, dwindled to a murmur, and
dead pail of silence rested on the
! crowded room.
The very taste of triumph was IN
| the judges mouth. Then came a com.
molten at the back of the building.
ripple Of comment. and Colonel
! Fentress elboWed his way through the
crowd. At sight Of his enemy the
! judges face went from white to red
while his eyes blazed; but for the mo-
ment the force of his emotions left
| him speeches.. Here and there, as
! he advanced, Fentress recognized
| friend and bowed coolly to the right
| and left.
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