Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1919-04-03
know about that mur1er.-

1 was tnere L thought la go anu see
Amos. So 1 drove out to Beekman's
farm. They told me that Amos had
left there after workin' four days.
They gave him fourteen shillins an
he was goin' to take the stage in the
mornin'. He left some time in the
night an took BeekmaD's rifle with
him, so they said. There was a piece
o. wood broke out O. the stock O. the
rifle. That was the kind O. gun that
was used in the murder"
1t surprised me that my uncle knew
all this. He had said nothing to me
of his journey, or it's result.
GLOW do you know?" snapped Mr..
Grimshaw.
'This boy see it plain. It was a
gun with a piece O. wood broke out
o. the stock"
els that so?" was the brusque de-
mand of the money lender as he
turned to me.
"Yes, sir" I answered.
"The boy lies" he snapped, and
turning to my uncle added: eyer mad
cause I'm tryin' to make We pay yer
honest debts-ain't We now?"
Uncle Peabody, keeping his temper,
shook his head and calmly said: mo,
1 amt anything ag'in' you or Amos,
but it's got to be so that q man can
travel the roads O. this town without
gettin' his head blowed off,"
Mr.. Dunkelberg turned to me and
asked:
care you sure hat the stock Of the
gun you saw vas broken?"
eyes, strand I'm almost sure it
was Amos that ran away with it."
"Why"
Il" picked up a stone and threw it
at him and it grazed the left side of
his face, and the other night 1 saw
the scar it made"
My aunt and uncle and Mr.. Dunkel-
berg moved with astonishment as /
spoke of the scar. Mr.. Grimshaw,
with keen eyes fixed upon me, gave a
little grunt of incredulity.
"Hu LIAR" he muttered.
81 am not a liar" I declared with in.
dignation, whereupon my aunt angrily
stirred the fire in the stove and Uncle
Peabody put his hand on my arm and
! said:
"Hush, Bart! Keep your temper
. son."
eff you tell these things you may
= be the means of sending an innocent
boy to his DEATH" Mr.. Dunkelberg sale
to me-. II wouldn't be too sure abou'
'em if 1 were you. It's so easy to BIZ
n mistaken. You couldn't be sure in thu
e dusk that the stone really hit him
could you?"
Ee stone hit and I saw him put his hant
E. on the place while he was running
I guess it hurt him some."
le Look a here, Baynes," Mr.. Grim
n shaw began in that familiar scoldin;
tone of his, II know what you wan
e an WI might jest as we'll git RICH
. down to-. business first as. last. 70
keep this boy still an I'll give We fv
years. interest"
u Aunt Deel gave a gasp and quickl
10 covered her mouth with her hant
h Uncle Peabody changed color as h
Ill rose from his chair with a strange loo
on his face. He swung his big RICH
III hand in the air as he said:
IN "By the eternal jumpin'-"
at He stopped, pulled down the lei
50 sleeve of his flannel shirt and wake
is to the. water pail and drank out c
1t the dipper.
"Say, Mr.. Grimshaw, I'm awful sorr
~ for ye," said my uncle as he returne
I'll to his chair, but I've always Learn
this boy to tell the truth an the hu
truth. 1 know the danger I'm il
We're gettin' old. It'll be hard t
~ start over, ag'in an you can ruin U
if We want to an I'm as scared O. y
as a mouse in a cats paw, but thi
ne boy has got to tell the truth right OF
plain. I couldn't muzzle him if
re- tried-he's too much of Il man.
ng you're scared O. the truth you mu
", know that Amos is guilty.
es Mr.. Grimshaw shook his head Wit
anger and beat the floor with the en-
Of his cane.
he Nobody knows anything O. the kim
BayneS,' said Mr.. Dunkelberg. sc
tOulSc LllOS uCNSl llouSll " NliliI
90 anybody. He's a harmless kind of
ad boy. I know him well and so do yor
'ly Under the circumstances Mr.. Grin
shaw is afraid that Bart's story wi
make it difficult for Amos to prov
he his innocence"
CHI Uncle Peabody shook his head wit
ay 4 look Of firmnesS.
9Th Again GrimShaw laughed betweC
his teeth as he looked at my incl
N In his view every man had his pric
ne 81 see that I'm the mouSe n your
ny the cat" he resumed, us hat curiol
it laugh ratified in his throat. Look
ew mere, BHynes. I'll tell We what III d
ne III cancel the hull mortgage"
les Again Uncle Peabody rose from h
re chair with a look In his face which
have never forgotten. How his voic
If. rang out!