Mountain advocate. (Barbourville, Ky.) 1904-1935, 1916-01-21


moved slowly but unwaveringly for.
ward, pressing hack the crowds before
their urgent bayonets.
Two wicked-looking gatling guns
were unloaded from the baggage car.
and, tending them as men might
handle beloved pets, came squads
whose capes we're faced with artillery
red.
Shortly compact little procession
in column OF tours, with tho eating
guns at its front and hollow square
at its center, was marching briskly to
the courthouse. In the hollow square
went the defendant, handcuffed to the
sheriff. Without delay or confusion
the gatling guns were put in pace
one commanding the courthouse
square and one casting its many-eycd
glance up the hillside at the back.
Then, with the bayonets of sentries
crossed at the doors, the bell In the
cupola rang while Judge Sidering
walked calmly into the building and
instructed the sherin to open court.
His honor had directed that every
man save officials who sought admis.
sion should be disarmed at the door.
Luke Thixton bent forward In his
chair and growled into the ear Of Old
Milt McBriar, who sat at his left.
I've got as much chanst hyar as
fish on a hilltop. Hain't ye goin' ter
do nothin' fer me "-and Milt looked
about helplessly and swore under his
breath.
One onlooker there had not been
searched. Young Jeb bore the creden'
tials Of special deputy sheriff, and
under his coat was holster with its
flap unbuttoned While the panel was
being selected; while lawyers wran-
gled and witnesses testified; while the
court gazed off with half-closed eyes.
rousing only to override or sustain
motion, young Jeb sat with his arms
on the table. and never did his eyes
leave the face of the accused.
II was q very expeditions trial.
Judge Sidering glanced at the faces
Of Old Milt and young Jeb, and had no
desire to prOlong the agony OF those
hours. The defense half-heartedly re-
lied upon the old device of a false
alibi. which the state promptly pune
tured. Even the lawyers seemed In
haste to be through, and set limit on
their arguments.
At the end his honor read brief in
structions, and the panel was locked
In its room.
Then the McBriars drew a little
closer around the chair where Old
Milt waited. and the militia captain
strengthened his guard outside and
began unostentatiously sprinkling uni
formed men through the dingy court
room until the hodden-gray throng
was flecked with blue.
At length there came rap on the
door of the juryroom, and instantly
the low drone of voices fell to hush.
His honor poured glass of water
from the Clipped pitcher at his elbow.
while Luke Thixton and Milt McBriar,
braced themselves. Like some rest
less animal of many legs, the rough
throng along the courtroom benches
scraped its feet on the floor.
Young Jeb shifted his chair little
so that the figure of the defendant
might be in an uninterrupted line OF
vision. His right hand quietly slipped
under his coat, and his fingers
loosened a weapon in its holster and
nursed the trigger.
Then. with a dragging Of shoe-leath'
er, the twelve good men and true"
shambled to semicircle before the
bench, gazing stolidly and blankly at
the rows of battered law books which
served his honor as background.
There they stood awkwardly in the
gaze of all. Judge Sidering glanced
into the beetling countenance OF their
foreman and inquired in that bored
voice which seems q judicial affecta-
ton even In questions Of life and
death: Gentlemen. have you agreed
upon a verdict"
The foreman nodded. The sheet OF
paper. which he passed to the clerk.
had been signed by more than one
Juror with q cross because he could
not write.
I'VE. the Jury" read the clerk in q
clear voice. find the defendant. Luke
Thixton. guilty as charged in the In
dictment-" There. although he had
not yet reached the end. he INDUCED
In q dramatic pause. then read on the
more important clause In the terms OF
the Kentucky Law which leaves the
placing OF the penalty In the hands of
the jurors-"and tx his punishment
at DEATH"
As though relieved from a great
pressure. young Jeb McNash withdrew
his hand from his holster and settled
back In his chair with fixed muscles.
Judge Siderings formal question
broke in on the dead quiet. so say
you all. gentlemen" and twelve
shaggy heads nodded wordless afiirma'
ton.
Soldiers filed In from the rear, In
less than thirty seconds the prisoner
had disappeared. Outside the gatling
guns remained In place. and the troops