CHAPTER XXI.
   
 
MOLLIE LILLARD WHALEY.
   
  My name is Mollie Lillard Whaley,
  I’m left alone in this wide world;
  Papa and mamma are dead, you know,
  And I am their only baby girl.
   
  The story is told in this little book,
  Of how and why I was left alone,
  How papa and mamma died one night,
  In our own little cabin home.
  How mamma pled for her own dear life,
  And for the life of dear papa, as well,
  How she pressed me to her aching heart,
  As she kissed me a last farewell.
   
  She held me in her arms for a moment,
  And then laid me in Aunt Lizzie’s bed,
  And the last words she spoke on earth
  Were, Sister, cover up your head.
  Then she turned and faced the murderers,
  Who stood waiting upon the floor;
  Two shots rang out in quick succession,
  And papa and mamma were then no more.
  A deathly silence came over the weird scene,
  Aunt Lizzie will never forget the time,
  I was made fatherless, motherless and homeless,
  By the commission of that awful crime.
  They tell me of a fearless officer,
  Who ran those criminals down
  They made him sheriff of the county,
  And his name is now renowned.
  They tell me of two detectives,
  Who lent a helping hand
  To uncover the crimes of criminals,
  And break up the White-cap band.
  They tell me of the Attorney General
  Who made such a gallant fight
  To convict those hellish demons,
  Because it was just and right.
  They tell me of an honorable Judge,
  Who now holds court in Sevier,
  Of that roving band of White-caps,
  They say he has no fear.
  They also tell me of another Judge,
  Who sits upon a higher throne,
  And if I but do his bidding,
  He will one day call me home.
  They say he is kind to little children,
  And will guide these tiny feet,
  And deal out justice to the murderers
 

In the death they are doomed to meet.

Chapter XXII