The Emmett index. [volume] (Emmett, Idaho) 1893-1925, 1913-07-17

to Judge Pittman himself II we ASK
for change of venue well jump from
the frying pan into the fire. because
my enemies have got the whiphand
anywhere we turn. Old fellow. be
lieve they'll have my boys life before
they get through The speakers
voice broke in spite of him.
Colonel Todhunter's face grew hard
and grim. NO. they WON'T" he said
stubbornIy. They can't do 1t. They
amt got nothin' against Tom but cir
eumstantiaf evidence. and it surely
ought to be mighty hard here in Nine
yer to convict a boy like Tom. well
known and comm Of q family that's
lived here so long. on circumstantial
evidence alone They'll try to do it.
| BIZ. but they can't TonI'Il get the
benefit Of the doubt"
| There was something deeply pathetic
| in this eager clutching at the one re-
manning strand of hope. The two old
! friends were now making their way
toward the jail to see Tom. Suddenly
they came face to face with Mrs. Tod
hunter ana Mary.
The girl advanced directly toward
them with outstretched hand. her moth
er following
"Howdy. Colonel Strickland she
said her voice trembling little ''You
are Oh your way to visit Tom. aren't
you?"
Eyes. Miss Mary" replied Toms ia
Their quietly. The trial begins tomor-
row, and | only left him to meet Colo
mel Todhunter. and he's returning with
me-
Colonel Strickland" said Mary reso-
luteIy. though her voice shook more
than ever. Il want you TO carry a mes
sage to Tom from me-"
There was a curious little pause
Mrs. Todhunter laid ner hand gently
on her daughters arm. but the girl
moved away from the touch. not harsh
ly. yet as If she felt it to be protest
II want you to give Tom my love,
Colonel Strickland she said. And |
want you TO tell him. from me. that
don't believe one word Of these awful
charges against him-not one word
either about STAN Tucker or about
that-thst girlp'
And as she spoke Mary Todhunter
burst out crying. She dabbed piteous-
~. at her face with her handkerchief.
unable to control her emotions. Then.
sobbing, she turned away with her
mother. no other word being SPOKEN.
God bless that girl of yours. Thurs"
spoke Colonel Strickland, his own voice
unsteady. shes good grit clear
through-and. somehow, she gives me
more courage than I've had for many
a day. They haven't got Tom yet
and they'll have the fight of their lives
before they do get him.
That's the talkr' cried Colonel Tod
hunter. Face 'em that way. Bill. and
We'll make 'em strain their souls for
every inch they try to gain! They got
to do it-by the good God up yonder in
them skies. Bill. they got to do it,
But the little flicker OF encourage
ment caused by a girls brave words
soon died away in the somber shadow
of Tom Strickland's prison. 1t was two
very weary and gray faced old men
who came away from the prisoner an
hour later and parted at the jaiPs front.
each TO go to his own home
That evening Colonel Todhunter went
by appointment to the Strickland home
for a conference with Toms father and
Major Gentry Dryden. leading counsel
for the defense. 1t was nearly mid
night when he returned to his own
home.
He found Aunt AIirandy Ransom I
there The old negress rose. trembling. |
at sight of him. her black hands fut- |
tering toward him in instructive glad
ness OF welcome.
Dress Gawd. yo' done Gomez she |
cried Il been eatin' my ole heart out (
waitin' fo' yo'. subj KunnT Todhunter. I
yo' got some mighty quick an ticklish /
wu'k cut out TO yo' eff yo' gwine save
Mars Tom Strickland's life-das hue 4
come | hyar now to tell yo' erbout it. !
subj
Through the after midnight blackness
that was soon to change into the gray
Of cloud swept dawn a fugitive mau
and woman fed.
Side by side they sat In light road
wagon drawn by rawboned horse
whose long and swift stride told OF its
selection for this special service.
The man. gaunt. swarthy, with keen
black eyes that cleaned alertly from
1nder the wide brim of weather beat
IN sombrero. seemed Ill content. how
,ver. with the progress being made.
Almost necessarily he urged the
lorse to Increased effort. now and then
,ursing outright in the grip of a fever
sh Impotence.
Save when he leaned forward for this
irging the man sat slouching and limp.
he mark OF the vaerant Ishmael on
very Zine OF body and limbs
The woman was tense. rigid. her face
ct always to the front. 1t was framed
n by shawl thrown over her head
nd drawn about her shoulders Once
II twice her glance went fartively to
he man beside her. Fear and diStrust
we're in her eyes. Her hands were
lightly clasped together as they lay in
er lap.
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