No prison
can keep me till I am laid in that last one beneath the grass, and there
I will wait for you dear love. I shall not hear the celestian singing
till your sweet voice has joined the angel choir, and your two hands -
see, I still carry the little mitts - shall open the door for me to
Paradise, as they have held all of heaven for me on earth.
"It may be in that last court, the Great judge of all will look into my
heart which strove to be honorable and will dismiss the accusations of
mere, mortal man."
* * * * *
As usual, Dick escaped the jail and with George Taylor attempted to get
away, but Fate had dealt him her last blow and on the scroll of his
precarious and bitter life had written finis. A mile above Auburn they
were overtaken by Assessor George W. Martin and Deputy Sheriffs Crutcher
and Johnston. In the terrible encounter which ensued Martin was
instantly killed and Dick mortally wounded.
They rode more than a mile at a furious pace, from the scene of his last
fight, before Dick lay down to die.
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