Sunday, January 20, 1861
Jail was the last place Jude Royer ever expected to find himself on a Sunday morning. Instead of sitting dutifully next to his landlady at the squat Central Presbyterian Church with its tall tower, facing Saratoga Street with the dignified sobriety of a bank, he was a few blocks and a world away to the east and outside the statio…
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