vouch for him. The sheriff was willing that he should go, but that he should also go with him. To this the thief objected, and moved off a few steps as if about to walk oif alone. The sheriff told him to hold on,” and also started, as if to follow him. The young man stopped, turned round, pulled out a large navy revolver, and told the sheriff to stop—that if he did not, he would shoot him. Sheriff Lyman was himself unarmed, but he hardly believed that the man would shoot, and deliberately made another step or two toward him—when the fearful report of the pistol in the man’s hands showed that lie was as desperate as he pretended to be. The sheriff threw up his hand?, and exclaiming, Oh Lord! he has killed me,” fell forward upon the sidewalk. The murderer at once started upon a run, and turning around the corner of Dennis Kittredge's wagon factory, made for the alley running east, closely followed by one or two men. Beaching a farmer’s horse that was tied in the alley. he was cutting it loose as his pursuers came nearly up with him. lie pointed his pistol at the foremost one in such a manner as to cause them to stop a moment, when he jumped upon the horse, and broke for the timber, about half a mile east of town, known as Baker’s grove. Beaching the fence that encloses the timber, he dismounted, left the horse, and sight of him was lost. The alarm was speedily raised, and the whole town turned out. Those who could raise weapons armed themselves, and all who could procure horses followed after him as fast as their horses could carry them, two or three huudred others followed gq foot. The shooting took place at half past eleven o'clock, and by one o’clock nearly three huudred persons were in» it tli a rrr/11 i n rr V\ ? rv\Field,” and his relations were notified of what had taken place. The statement of Wilson that he was in liquor when he did the shooting, was wholly untrue, and no one who saw the deliberation and coolness with which he committed the deed, and his activity in escaping, will beJieve that he had been drinking to excess.l'erhaps we should have stated earlier that the sheriff, immediately after being shot, was taken into Uncle Billy Lewis’s house, when medical aid was at once called. Doctors Gibbon, Stutsman aud Heed did all that could be done to relieve his sufferings, but they knew that his life must be brief. The ball entered his right spine, about the third or fourth rib, penetrating his lung, and lodging somewhere near the spine. He lived just eleven hours alter receiving the wound. The deceased leaves a family of four or live children, and a wife, whose death has been hourly looked for, for several days past. He was in limited circumstances, which will make the sad occurrence still more painful to the bereaved family, which so much needed his fatherly support. The sad occurrence spread its gloom over the entire community, and while there may be a few who do not endorse the means by which justice was administered to the criminal, yet there is not a man who can say that he did not dt-serve all that he got. In moments of sober reflection there is not a community in the land where it would be more difficult to raise a mob than in Chariton, and we do not believe that when the facts in the case go out iuto the world, there will be many who will censure us for what, under other circumstances, might be looked upon as lawlessness. The necessity for such summary measures is to be regretted, but