Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1914-09-25

"Zebulon,' said the warden shortly.
It was a sore point with him. this
name. But can't ye see. man. | can't
let We go? Not but I'd be proud ter
hev tn baby named after me-" he went
on politely. 4 dunno es | ever he'd
a baby named after me. But, honest,
| can't let ye 60"
Jess fer one day." pleaded the pris-
oner.
mot fer a mint" said the warden.
Now. look here. man. We jest go back
ter yer cell an trust t the Lord. Ye're
wife'll be all right. Itll be kinder
lonesome mebbe. but it'll be all right"
Il gotter go, an I'm goin'," said
the prisoner defiantly as he turned
away.
The warden slept late the next morn
ing. He was still sleeping when his
wife came and shook him roughly by
the shoulder. She was crying, and SO
was the child clinging to her skirts.
.Git up. Zebrs cried the woman.
.Whut's tn matterY' yawned the
warden sleepily.
'Thet mo~onshiner's killed Tom an
broke outi' cried the m
The warden leaped from his bed
and. clad only In his nightshirt, ran
hurriedly through the house and up
into the Jail.
On the floor in front of cell 81 he
found the keeper lying dead. The old
mans face was purple, and about his
throat was the imprint Of fingers. The
door Of the cell was open.
"Merciful heavens" cried the ward
en-, who'd "a thought it? Tibet Teller
wuz jest es peaceable es a lamb
q. foun' the front door open when |
got up this mornin'," said the woman,
IAN l mistrusted all want right, so |
come here an foun' tibet. 1t was tur-
rible. / shan't git wei it ter my dyin'
day, Zebulon Waters. | shan't."
The man had been the only prisoner
on the tier. and he had been so docile
and quiet that In his case the usual
discipline had been relaxed The door
of his cell was never locked when the
keeper was In the corridor.
"Thet's whit comes o. bein' kind ter
them prisoners" said the warden's
wife.
ssShet up, can't ye?" cried the ward
en-. "Ain't ! got trouble ernough 'thout
you chimin' in? Like es not I'll lose
tn job for this"
''Whutje goin' ter do now?' asked
the
Put on my pants,' said the warden
shortly.
die think | thought We wuz goin
ter hunt fer tibet Teller in yer night
Shirt" retorted his wife angrily.
Lucinda. shet up," said the man sol
EMMY. Don't fergit we're in the
presence of death. Yer jest 20 into the
house and hurry up the breakfast. ]
gotter git arter this man lively. and
we may nab him fer he gets much of
a start"
Within an hour the warden had or
ganized a posse to hunt for the miss.
ing prisoner. Two of the men brought
bloodhounds.
II won't hev him torn up by them
dogs" announced the warden-'not eff
he killed TIL hull town. 'Tain't Chris
tan. I'm fer law an order. an we're
goin ter catch this Teller right. We
amt goin' ter hey him ct up by no
dogs"
1t was explained that neither of the
dogs would be unmuzzled; that they
would merely be used to trace the
man.
.sYe don't need no dogs" said the
warden's wife. II talked 18th tibet fell
Ter yestedy a l know. Ye don't need
no dogs. Eff ye jest go ter whar he
lives yen git him easy enough. That's
whar he's went"
In spite of this they took the dogs.
The men were on horseback. and for
the first five miles they had nc diff
Guilty in following the animals. The
dogs ran straight. their noses close to
the ground. The trail was easy for
them to follow.
Then the road became rougher and
rougher as the path led up the noun
tain side.
Ten miles from the town the party
had to abandon their horses. leaving
the animals in charge of one mar.
After that they slowly made their way
up the mountain. the dogs, still in
leash. Juggling frantically at their
chains.
The cool. brisk air of the October
woods. fragrant with pine and balsam.
made no impression on these men.
They were hunting a human being-a
murderer. Two or three suggested
that it would be a good thing to hang
him as soon as he vas caught.
mo, ye won't" said the warden.
me an tn sheriff's runnin' this hunt.
an it's goin' ter be lawful all through.
I'm goin' ter take that Teller back ter
Jail, an he's goin' ter be tried fer muir
der"
The others gave a sullen assent
Suddenly the party stopped. Half a
mile above them. standing out in the
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