People had showed up from miles around to view the entertainment. It was to commence at 1:00 P.M. It seemed like everyone got to the town square early, found a good spot and broke out their picnic lunches. The event was free, but even so, everyone wanted their money’s worth, so to speak. As the hour drew near some of the spectators had grown a bit anxious. Just then the two men who would play out the day’s drama took to the platform. Somewhere from the audience there was a “boo” and then a “hiss” could be heard. The two men on the platform looked out over the crowd. One hung his head as if in shame and the other raised his hands for silence as the crowd went mute.
He then said, “Do you have any last words?”
The shame-faced man shook his head just before the hood was
placed over it. The noose came next. The hangman pulled back on the lever that
released the trap. A resounding thud broke the silence as the trap gave way.
The main character of the drama fell the requisite eight feet, his legs jerking
twice and then he was still.
The picnic baskets were loaded back into wagons; the
blankets were shaken out, dusted off and stowed away. All of the good citizens
left without a backwards glance.