I had lived for eight happy years, and as the courts of that state are known for their lenient divorce decisions, he at once complied with my request, came down for me and I moved next day to the Willamette Hotel, arriving there at 8:30 p.m.
After unpacking my trunks we retired, but had scarcely got to sleep when I heard such cries and pleadings, which seemed to be out in the yard. I sprang from the bed and on going out into our front room, I knocked my foot against one of the trunks, cutting my toe open, but was so excited just then I did not think of it until later on. After looking out of the window and not seeing anyone, only to hear the pleading, "Oh! do not murder me, boys, my poor wife and children, what will become of them? Please, boys, do not kill me." I then went back to bed. When, lo! in
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