The Cass County Sun (Linden, Tex.), Vol. 53, No. 29, Ed. 1 Tuesday, July 17, 1928 Page: 3 of 8
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"You can't do It," lie Rasped. "Y«u
had your trial and were Justly fen
teuced. You've tHed for u new trial
and It was denied."
"1 tried without th« new evidence
1 am going to submit."
Grant's brain was clearing.
"You have no new evidence."
"1 shall have/' Sutton returned
"For what purpose do you suppose I
have followed you here If not to get
"You'll get none from me. What's
more. I'm expecting two friends here
"TOey are hunting for me In the
woods miles away. I set a false trail
for them ic follow They will not re
turn until da/iveak. I'ayson, there is
no human help for y >u here. I have
ween to that. We have three hours
together. You are going to confess
everything to me and I shall have
these friends of yours witness it. Al
though they do ii>>i know me, they
dare not Ignore me when I tell them
"They'll send von bark to Jail."
"II so, It will tml be for long."
"You've got ihiug* twisted." Grant
said eagerly. "If they see you here
they've got to send you back. They'd
tie punished If they withheld the In
forma I Ion. Your chance is to go buds
now. If I wanted to rail for help no-
body would hear, if you want to keep
your freedom make your getaway be-
fore they come and find you here."
Grant trembled for the success of
his suggestion. Sutton's expression-
less face and lack of physical vio-
lence no longer seemed so terrifying.
Perhaps the long prison term hud
brought him near to insanity. He had
so often hoodwinked his former friend
In other days that the desire to at-
tempt It at this moment of peril lent
him plenty of specious cunning.
He wns bold enough now to light
a cigarette and sit.back In his chair
"Frank," he said, almost as though
In had determined lo act generously,
"I won't, try to stop you If you escape
now. Every moment you remain here
brings you in greater danger of being
caught. Any moment some of the
help might cotne in.
Sutton shook his head.
"At this hour? Nonsense. 1 know
how the helps' camp Is run consider-
ing I've been in hiding there. Thfl.v
are all asleep, We have more than
two hours; that Will be enough for
Gran't look lost something of Its
newly-gained ussurance. He assumed
the character of firmness. Sutton was
not lo bo deceived as readily as he
hoped. Grant had allowed himself to
be mislead because he had looked for
a madman lusting for vengeance and
had been confronted with one who. In-
stead, expected he would sign a con-
"We are going to talk this over,'1
Payson Grant remarked. If he were
not able to persuade Sutton to make
his escape, It might be possible to keep
him here until Weld and Trent re-
turned. He did not believe they would
remain away until daybreak.
In answer Sutton rose to his feet
and pushed his chair back. Then he
.•unie to Grant's side.
"Fool!" he sold contemptuously.
"Do you think you can deceive me
tike that. Don't you realize that I've
had years to think over this very con-
versation and wonder what excuses
and subterfuges your pitiful, mean
soul would try?"
"What are you going to do?" Grant
said. His fortitude was dropping from
him. Again he wiib coming under the
influence of profound fear.
"As you won't sign the confession
now, I'm going to beat you until you
do. Get up."
"You're not going to kill me?"
Grant cried. There was the look of
anger In the other's eye which left him
"Possibly," Bald Sutton, "but that
depends on you. If you don't sign
what frees me from prison, 1 shan't
bother what becomes of you, or me."
The tragedy of his Bltuutlon duwned
on Grant in Its full horror. Unless he
signed his own commitment warrant
he would be beaten, brulped, tortured
■tyl finally forced to sign. There
MMiMutl no escape. All hU life I'ayson
W.N U. SERVICE
• Irani had feared physical pain. When
he was suffering he was a coward will-
ing to promise anything for alleviation
of his condition. He knew that a man
of Sutton's powerful physique would
hurt liiin so badly that he would at-
tach Ills signature to any document. It
was an ordeal by torture, one of those
inquisitional punishments which he
had read of as a child.
His hands closed nervously on the
butt al the automatic. In this hour of
peril lie thought, suddenly, that Sut-
ton was an outlaw whom any man
tirlitht shoot and be certain of approba-
tion After all. he had proofs in a
number of letters that Sutton had
threatened him. The world would
commend hint for killing in self^le-
Payw n Grant fired six shots into
the body oi the man who had been his
friend and benefactor. The range was
not more than six feet. He was not
made of I lie material to take joy In
killing. The noise startled him. The
look of agony on Sutton's face wns
unnerving. The crush thot seeetned
to till the house when. In fulling. Sut-
ton swept a little smoking table to the
He Heard Weld Tell Some One a
Murder Had Been Comnitted.
ground wns horrible to him. From
the inside pocket of the dead man's
coat he took the confession. He
glanced through it. To sign such a
document would be to incriminate
himself Irreparably, lie tossed It on
a O'ckering log and watched it flare up.
The paper was still flaming when
Ills door burst open and Weld, fol-
lowed by-Trent, came in.
"What's this?" Weld cried, looking
at the crumpled body.
"He attacked me," Grant answered,
"and I had to shoot In self-defense."
Tren^ was kneeling at Sutton's side.
"WhoMs It?" Weld demanded.
"A man who came in and attucked
Weld glanced around the roqm. But
for the smoking table there was noth-
"Came in and attacked you, eh?"
"Took me utterly at a disadvantage,"
Trent rose up from the silent man's
"He's dead. He was shot several
times and—he wasn't armed. To me
it looks like premeditated murder,"
said Trent Impressively.
He pulled a coverlet from the bed
and hid the dead man from view.
"It was not murder," Grant cried.
"1 tell you he came In and threatened
to kill me so I had to protect myself.
That's the man who gave you that let-
ter for me one night at Deal Beach.
You usked if It was a black-hand
"That's not the man," Trent said,
shaking .his head. "Nothing like him.
If 1 were you, Swlthin, I'd send for the
police or whatever you have here that
could tako charge. This Is nothing
less than murder."
"He threatened me, 1 tell you," Grant
Weld cut short his protestations.
"If I were you," he advised, "I'd
keep what I had to say until the
sheriff comes. You are in a very b|)d
position and I shall have to repeat
what you say ami Lhut might damage
"You've got to see those threaten-
ing letters,"Grant said feverishly look-
ing from one to the other. "They're
in Unit coat." ,
The two men watched him take out
an envelope with an air of triumph,
lie handed It- to Weld. "Head," he
The envelope was empty.
"Whnt iiin I to rend?" Weld usked.
They allowed him to look into other
pockets, hut lite threatening letters
were not there. Sutton must have
taken them, he supposed. He told
"(Jet them," Trent suggested, glnnc-
ing at the outline under the coverlet.
"He cun'i hurl you now."
But Grant shrank buck. The sheriff
would llnd wliui he wanted.
"Let me get my lawyer on the long
distance?" he pleaded.
"You must ask the sheriff that,"
Grant vvus conscious that these two
men were not regarding him in a
friendly fashion, instead of sympa-
thy, even approbation, it was plain
they were already strongly prejudiced
"There has to be an Inquest," he
heard Trent tell Weld, "and nothing
must be moved until the authorities
permit It. We'd bettei go down and
telephone for them now."
Grant, a man on each side of hltn,
was tnken to the hall where the tele-
phone was. He heard Weld tell some
one a murder had been committed.
"They'll be here in un hour," he
"You'd no right to say It was mur-
der," Grunt protested. "That preju-
dices them against me."
"It looked like a murder," Trent ra-
ni ark ed.
"I owe you an explanation," Grunt
began, "und you ought to be willing to
"We shall hear It all at tl.e trial,"
(imnt looked from one to the otlier,
wildly. If he had such difllculty In
making these men, who had been his
friends, believe, how much more trou-
ble would he not have with others?
"The man 1 had to shoot." he said,
"Is the man who got ten years in Sing
Sing and escaped when he had served
nearly three of them. He was Frank
Sutton. Mrs. Grant wns formerly his
wife. Everybody knows he threatened
to kill me."
"Why?" Weld snupped.
"He thought I had done him on In-
jury," Grant fnltercd a little.
"Had you?" Trent demanded, look-
ing him full in the eye.
"1 was his best friend," Grant re-
turned, more firmly.
"It's my opinion," Trent said, "that
you'll have some difficulty in making
a jury believe It was necessary to
empty your automatic Into the heart
of a man who had neither gun, knife
nor other weapon with htm."
"Another thing," said Weld, "It Isn't
going to be easy to explain why you
didn't call for help. Trent and I were
both In the hnll. smoking. If you had
called we should have heard. Appar-
ently you made no sort of attempt to
summon, help. Juries get curious over
things like that."
"It was too sudden." Grant ex-
plained. "I had no time. It was his
life or mine."
"And he wasn't armed I" Contempt
was In Weld's tone.
"How could I know that? I daren't
take a chance. Who would after know-
ing the desperate sort of man lie was?
I tell you he threatened me In open
court as you can read in the newspa-
per report of the trial. I'm going to
call up my lawyer." Grant moved to-
ward the telephone.
"Not till we have the sheriff's per-
mission," Trent said. Grant felt him-
self forcibly propelled toward a closet
where a store of logs was kept. He
was thrust in. The key was turned on
him. In vain he beat half hysterical-
ly against the heavy oak door. Final-
ly he sat on a pile of logs In the
darkness. He could not understand
why he had been so treated. He would
sue for damages; he would expose
their high-handedness. But these
threats gave him little comfort. Natlca
would get. enough of the wrong sort
of notoriety now. Sometimes the
course of justice wns unaccountably
perverse. He might not get acquitted
after all. He sat brooding unhappily
on his troubles until his dungeon door
was flung open and he was hauled,
blinking, Into the light.
There were three strangers gath-
ered about the blazing fire, One wore
a sheriff's badge; a second was his
deputy. The third man, whom they
addressed as "doctor." was a keen-
eyed mnn of strong build and middle
age. He looked at Payson Grant very
shrewdly. It was a glance that was
not easy to meet.
"And this Is the murderer I" he conv
(TO nn CONTINUED.)
"Man wants but little here below"
and that little the woman usually
gets.—Shoe and Leather Reporter,
An Oxford undergraduate, a son
of the vicarage, discovered he was
uncomfortably short of money, so he
spent some time concocting a letter
that would have the right effect upon
a somewhat severe parent.
When finally completed, tne letter
read as follows:
"My dear father, I wonder If you
will oblige me very greatly by send-
ing me a copy of this month's parish
magazine, and a five-pound note? P.
S.—Don't forget the parish maga-
Bride—Boo, boo! Walter doesn't
/ike my cooking.
Her Mother—How do you know?
Does he say so?
Bride—He didn't come right out and
s-s-sny so, but he told me he liked
fruit cake to be at least six months
old—and we've on'y been married
"I shor got in a jam yestiddy, Jim.
"What kindn Jam, BUI?"
"Think It was strawberry."
Husbam: (anxiously)—My wife seems
not to have the slightest interest In
Doctor—What makes you think
"Well, I've tried her with golf, bil-
liards. football and racing, and U'f
just like talking to a stone!"
"You know Boothby—great fellow
"He Is, that! He's the sort of chap
who wouie go and get married and be
utile afterward to tell you whether It
was Mendelssohn. Lohengrin or Tann-
hauser they played during the cere-
Few good Ideas go begging.
Slim Kid—Whot d'you like best
Fat Kid—Goin' home from It.
"You seem to have a good deal of
faith in doctors," said Barratt to his
"I have," was the reply. "A doctor
would be foolish to let a good custom-
er like me die."
Housewife—I should think you
would be ashamed to beg' In this
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ma'am; I've seen worse.—Montreal
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Fond Mother—Not the slightest.
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"Did you really understand the
learned lecture you heard last night?"
"Mo, but that didn't matter, I had a
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Banger, J. E. A. & Erwin, W. L. The Cass County Sun (Linden, Tex.), Vol. 53, No. 29, Ed. 1 Tuesday, July 17, 1928, newspaper, July 17, 1928; Linden, Texas. (texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth340773/m1/3/: accessed November 18, 2018), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, texashistory.unt.edu; crediting Atlanta Public Library.