It was so tender that Antoinette was troubled, and pressed him hard for an answer as to when he was to return or send for them.

He begged her to be assured of his love and know that he would not stay away one second longer than was necessary.
Thus assured, she let him go, after kissing him more than a hundred times.
Belton turned his back on this home of happiness and love, to walk into the embrace of death.

He arrived in Waco in due time, and the morning of his execution came.
In one part of the campus there was a high knoll surrounded on all sides by trees.

This knoll had been selected as the spot for the execution.
In the early morn while the grass yet glittered with pearls of water, and as the birds began to chirp, Belton was led forth to die.

Little did those birds know that they were chirping the funeral march of the world's noblest hero.