at him for it.

But I didn't--no, fur from it. I kep up a-thinkin' what I read--

"That the prisoner wuz a good-hearted man, only drink made a fiend and a
fool of him." And that he said solemn "that he did not remember one
thing that had taken place after he had taken his three first drinks up
in that saloon, till he sobered up and found himself in that deserted
old barn, with the little dead body by his side, little delicate
creeter, dead and frozen, with all of the black future of desperate
remorse and agony for him a-lookin' at him in the stare of her open blue
eyes."

Sweet little forget-me-not eyes, like two spring violets frozen in a
drift of snow. What strange things I read in 'em, with my tears
a-fallin' fast onto 'em!

They seemed full of mute questionin'. They seemed to be lookin' up
through the blue sky clear up to God's throne. They seemed to almost
compel a answer from divine justice as to what wuz the cause of her
murder. To appeal dumbly to the God of Justice and Mercy to wipe out
this curse from our land--the curse that wuz causin' jest such murders,
and jest such agonies, all over our land--sendin' out to the gallows and
down to perdition jest such criminals.

The little coffin had to be put out in the yard, as I say, so the crowd
could walk past it.

And there the little golden head and white face lay for 'em all to see.
But nobody seemed to see in 'em what I see. For amongst the many curses