In Jefferson County, Tenn., one W. B. Johnson, prosperous farmer, once a sheriff, was walking along a lane with a revolver in his pocket. Just why he was carrying a revolver no one, afterward, could tell, or why, meeting an old woman and her daughter in the lane, he began to quarrel with them. Mr. Johnson, some said, had had a love affair with the daughter. He ended the conversation by shooting each woman in the mouth. They fell dead. He ran to his home, barricaded door and window. He had another revolver in...
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