The Dolores star., 1917-02-16

M us1al besse sfso. - vhfls thoss
FiAe-bassels Wao txa1ned inparsially
% Havsys and McBria1s. . Linz Of
soldiers began pouring out infD the
roadbed and forning cordcas along
each side Of tie tsaek. Both Iinss
moved slowly but unvavsringiy for
ward. prsssing hack the crowds bsfore
their urgent bayoases.
Two Wicked-looking ea4ling Rvns
were unloaAsd from the baggage car.
and. tending them - men might
handle beloved pets, came squads
whose capes were faced with artillery
red.
Shortly compact little procession
in column Of fours, with the eAtling
guns at its front and Q hollow square
at its center. was marching bTiskly to
the courthouse. In the hollow square
went the defendant, handcu6ed to the
sheriff. Without delay or confusion
the gatling guns were put I'm place.
one commanding the courthouse
square and one casting its many-eyed
glance up the hillside at the hack.
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 sheriff TO open court.
His honor had directed that every
man save oflcials 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 1t his left.
I've got ~ much chanst hyar - .
nsh on q hilltop. HAin't ye goin' ter
do nothin' fer mef"-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
Zap unbuttoned. While the panel was
being selected: while lawyers wran-
gled and witnesses testified; while the
court gased OF with halfclosed eyes.
rousing only to overrule or sustain .
motion. young Jeb sat with his arms
on the table. and never did his eyes
leave the face Of the accused.
Il 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 . 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 . 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 hecked 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.
for all their immobility Of feature.
braced themselves. Like some rest
less animal of many legs. the rough
throng along the courtroom benches
scraped its feet on the door.
Young Jeb shifted his chair little
30 that the hgure of the defendant
might be in an uninterrupted line Of
vision. His right hand quietly slipped
under his coat, and his fingers
loosened weapon in its holster and
nursed the trigger.
Then. with q dragging of shoe-leath-
er,. the twelve good men and true"
shambled to q 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 . judicial affecta-
tion even In questions of life and
death: Gentlemen. have you agreed
upon q verdict?"
The foreman nodded. The sheet of
paper, which he passed to the clerk.
had been signed by more than one
Juror with cross because he could
not write.
1--WE. the jury" read the clerk in a
clear voice. find the defendant, Luke
Thixton. guilty as charged in the in.
Sictment-" There. although he had
not yet reached the end. he INDUCED
In 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 hx his punishment
at ieath."
AZ 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 Sidering's formal question
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