The Caldwell watchman. (Columbia, La.) 1885-1946, 1916-10-13

THE iaunty colonel took his impriSon.
mont calmly. There was no loUphoIe
IN the case against him, and he knew
he must be convicted, but he also knew
that his friend, the king, would never
LOT him hang. Why, g%adZookS, Charles
was like a brother to him. Nay, nay,
soid the colonel, to those who tried to
brinr home to him the dangerous po-
S;tjoD he was in. He had a good friend
Of Whitehall who would save him.
In due course the colonel was con-
victed and returned from the court
room to his cell. AS the hours went
hv. and the day of doom approached.
the colonel's serenity vas diminished
in some degree, but he was still con-
6deut. He knew that Charles had a
weakness for putting everything Off to
the last minute. Also, his majesty had
O fondness for dramatic effects, and il
would be just like him to wait until
the last moment before issuing q par
don or a reprieve. The jeering turn
KEYS suggested that the king had for
gotten him, but he knew the king bet
ter than they did.
The day Of execution came and the
scaffOld was erected in the street. All
Of London was there to see what they
might see. Pcpys records that he stood
on the wheel of a cart and was much
cramped. The scaffOld was a primitive
affair. without modern comforts or
conveniences 1t consisted of a plat
form and a beam overhead, from which
was suspended the moose. That moose
having been adjusted about Il doomed
mans neck, he was pushed overheard.
In those days it was the custom to
allow condemned men to talk as much
as they wanted to, and the condemned
seldom abused the privilege. They
usually made a few stereotyped re-
marks, asking all and sundry to profit
by the example before them and then
passed out.
Colonel Turner appeared upon the
scaffotd bravely arrayed, with Il broad
brimmed plumed hat upon his head.
He was q fine figure of a 4 He
was escorted by the sheriff, the ordi-
nary (chaplain) of NeWgate. the hang
man and that functionary's first assist
ant. He looked long and earnestly in
the direction of Whitehall. No doubt
he expected to see a man on horseback,
forcing his way through the crowd,
bearing a reprieye. But there was no
such horSeman. But the colonerS faith
in his friend, the king. was firm. All
he had to do was to Staye off the pro-
ceedings until his majesty's messenger
came.
So the colonel began to talk. He had
q fine voice and knew how to use il.
Had he lived in on, day, he'd have
been on the c%hautauqua circuit. He
told the story of his life from Infancy
to the current hour. He told of NOV
ing adventures and hairbreadth eS-
capes, and the great crowd cheered
him. When he had talked for an
hour the sheriff tapped him Oh the
shoulder and told him he was abusing
his privileges. 1t was time to get
down to brass tackS, said the official.
The colonel gazed again, perhaps
somewhat despairingly, in the direction
Of Whitehall, and saw no horseman
coming. He wiped some cold sweat
from his brow, and then turned in and
roasted the sheriff to a delicate brown;
then he took up the prison system Of
England, and showed that it was out
rageOus. He contrasted it with the
system of the Low Countries and Of
Spain, to its infinite disadvantage. He
discussed this subject for an hour and
a half, and the crowd seemed to be
with him. But the ordinary was grow
ing impatient. SO he stepped up to
the colonel and limited that 1t was
quite rude to delay the proceedings
after that fashion.
The colonel turned once more toward
Whitehall. No hOrseman! One can
look back $50 years and see the trou-
bic in his haggard face. Had the king,
then, forgotten him? He would hold
out a little longer. SO he turned in
and lacked up the ordinary, and all
the race of ordinaries, back to the time
of King Alfred. The little chaplain
fairly shriveled up in the blast of his
oratory, and the crowd yelled with de-
light. So the colonel talked, and
talked. until the shadows grew long
| always with the corner of his eye to-
ward Whitehall, and all in vain. Al
last the sheriff and the hangman would
be put off no longer. And the colonel
was SO hOarse he could say no more
He had talked for six hours. A beau
| tiful woman was gazing upon him witt
eyes wet with sympathy. Your serv
ant, Mistress" said the colonel, as ht
dotted his hat, and a minute later his
body was whirling at the end of
rope.
The king, who had been playing witt
his spaniels ali afternoon, laughed
heartily when he heard the story.