Cherry 



the order ; drew them half way out ; hesi- 

 tated ; shoved them back, and finally crossed 

 his arms on his chest. The order was re- 

 peated, but Cherry, looking about him, first at 

 the posse confronting him with levelled rifles 

 still smoking from their recent execution, and 

 then from the body of Spalding to the body 

 of his friend Murphy, both riddled with bul- 

 lets, he deliberately put his hands back in his 

 pockets, and, turning to the Sheriff, said; 

 "These hands will go up for men, not for 

 murderers." 



Cherry will be sixty his next birthday. 



Lewis S. Thompson. 



