Some time during the afternoon when
the excitement was at its height tlie
sheriff received the following com
munication :
Mister Sheriff: As I am about
the only scholar of any note in this
great concourse of folks, I have been
app'inted to send this here dockment
expressive of our feel’ns. We have
come here to see a feller hung, and
we’re going to see him hung if thar’s
money enough in the crowd to buy a
rope. We don’t know whether he’s
guilty or not an’ we don’t kereadried
apple doggon. That ain’t none of
our bus’ness. Thar’s many young
women in this here crowd who, if
disapp’inted now, won’t never have
confidence in man. It ain’t right to
cast a damper over young lives. I
know of ene young fellar of high
character that has just mar
ried the puttiest kind of a
gal on the strength of fetebin’ her to
this here shindig, and if the thing
don’t turn out to be a success, blamed
if I don’t think she will apply for a
divorce. That young feller is me, an’
that young gal is my wife.”
An Angler Who Marked His Trent.
Forest and Stream.
