Ellis Parker Butler,
The Murderer
(1916)
“ Mary still held the baby, coated and with its little white bonnet with a white ribbon rose. Old Mrs. Carter stood, her thin hands toying with the baby's plump hands, and a tremulous smile on her lips. Joe looked from the kindly old man to the age-stricken woman, his mother; and rage made his blood boil. What man dared do this thing to this gentle, age-worn man? What hound—what devil? He looked across and saw Henry K. Hidge walking across the south meadow. He saw Hidge reach the elm tree and slowly, as an old man does, ease himself down on the soft grass under the tree. ”
