The Washington herald., 1915-04-22

| Not q muscle of Jones' countenance
changed. He returned the detectives
gaze and said. lightly: THAT ought to
get him II money can do It."
As Jones rode homeward his mind
dwelt on the detectives offer. He was a
poor man and the war had made him
poorer, for he had been unable to collect
| the money due him for his services to the
| Confederacy. But the offer Of a fortune
did not tempt him. He had given his
WORD to Booth. and, assassin though he
was, Jones felt that he would play a
traitors part II he betrayed him.
Booth Writes of His Crime.
The next day Jones' house was searched
by cavalrymen. Nothing discriminating
was found. No one on the place was in
tho secret guarded by Jones. for the man
! had kept his own counsel, not confiding
even in members Of his family; and they.
from years Of peril and secrecy, had long
since learned not to ask him questions.
Throughout the week Jones carried food
daily to Booth and Herold. He also Sc
| cured newspapers for them. and Booth,
reading Of the worlds execration of him
for his deed. CRASHED his teeth in rage.
He had expected the applause of the
South: not to get 1t was a heavy blow to
his abnormal vanity.
At some period before crossing the Po-
tomac. probably as he lay in the thicket
counting the leaden hours. Booth made
an entry in his little red leather
bound diary. which, with the photographs
Of five handsome women, each one of
whom doubtless had felt his charm, he
carried In an inner pocket
In it defiantly he sought to justify his
crime. Writing as II on the night Of assas-
sination. he traced these lines in pencil:
april 10, IA. Friday. the Ides-Until to-
day nothing was ever thought Of sacrifice
ing to our country's wrongs. For six
months we had worked to capture But,
our cause being almost lost. something
decisive and great must be DONE But its
failure was owing to others, who did not
strike for their country with a heart. 1
struck boldly. and not as the papers say
I walked with a firm step through a
thousand Of his friends, was stopped, but
pushed on. A colonel was at his side. II
shouted, Sic temper before I fired. In
jumping broke my leg. pass all his
plckets. rode sixty miles that night with
the bone Of my leg tearing the flesh at
every jump.
st can never repent II. Though We
hated to kill, our country owed all her
troubles to him, and God simply made
me the instrument OF his punishment
THE country is not what it was. This i
forced union IL not what have loved. !
care not what becomes Of me. I have
no desire to outlive my country. This |
night (before the decd I wrote q long
article and left 1t for one Of the editors |
of the National Intelligencer. in which I |
fully set forth our reasons fop our pro-
ceeding. He or the government"
Booth believed that q statement he had !
left with q friend to be sent to a WASH |
ington newspaper was suppressed by the |
government In fact the man to whom |
Booth handed It, John Matthews, an /
actor, on discerning its character, de-
stroyed Il. Tho Others to whom Booth 1
were the Southern leaders, whom |
Booth could not forgive for captivating.
His statement that he rode sixty miles /
on the night Of his crime was Incorrect:
the distance from Ford's Theater to DR.. /
Mudd's. BY the roads he followed. was
about thirty miles.
Jones Has . Beat Ready.
While Booth. suffering In body and
mind, lay In the thicket, Jones prepared /
The means for his escape across the Po-
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