The Columbia Democrat. [volume] (Bloomsburg, Pa.) 1837-1850, 1842-12-31

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rated the clothes through, and lhrough, an,
formed small pool in Inc road.
Harry Blake, said the old man, 40 hs
drew the knife from the wound, sthis is ,
fearful deed. and the punishment 10 edualiy
dreadful. You know that am magistrate
sud mus! discharge my duty
And will you Send me 10 prison on such
. charge 40 ,hisi repeated Blake Bit
terly'
The old man was silent.
Did you ever know me to lie, Caleb!'
said he.
Never, Harry. neyer!'
.And do you think I'd lie new1'
Il don's know replied Grayson, 1,
never before saw you when there was so
grsa. risk hanging over you. Oh! Harry
Harry" continued he, clasping his hands
together and looking at The young man,
with an expression in which terror and
sorrow were strongly blended. .--'I had
rather met any shsn you. here. II will
make many sad heart in this nelghbor.
hood. Why did you not promise wha,
Adams askedl or, rather, why did you
leave us then!'
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'Caleb, what can say more than have!
IL ! repeat what ] h,ve just told you, you
will not believe me. was comings along
shis road, heard the screams Of this man;
galIoped to the spot, and found him dead
with knife in his breast got off my
horse 10 soc what could be done for him,
and was drawing out the, knife when you
came up. Had you been two minutes
sooner; and one minute later, ! should
have made the same charge against you,
which you now make against me- 4
y But tho cry--lhc words; Mercy
mercy, Harry!' He uttered your name
He did indeed;' replied Blake, he did
Indeed, ! heard i, myself. But he did no,
Say Harry Blake. Harry, you know. is
not an unusual name.' aiaias sal sc
.Itmay bot may by said Grayson
but still we must deliver you up; and il
yon are innocent, God grant tina, you may
prove yourself TO, but unless my eyes de-
ueive me, saw you stab that man.
II tha! is your belief, God help mc!'said
Blake, solemnly, for you must be wit.
ness Against mo. III I'm, charged with
murder, such fact svern 10 would hang
me. But yos have not even looked for
another murderer than me. He may Be
hid somewhere about here. Search in the
bushes, ,and yoa may 6nd him 70. III not
With ! strange reliance on The word Of
ne man who asserted his innocencs, they
left him, and commenced search along the
road. And there stood the culprit notion
less making no attempt at escape, and
watching theo with an earnestness, only
accounted for BY the fact thai on :heir sue
cess his life depended. Ats short distance
from the spot and in part of the bank .on
the roadside, where Blake said that he had
not been. there was a footprint. Il was
|ndlstinct, but a. fat a. could be Judged,
when compared with BIake's foot. Il coin
cided in size and form. A little further on, |
was another, and also the marks of strup.
gle in the road. Here, too, were the same |
and these;too, in dimensions,
corresponded with the foo. of Blake.
'l.'s singnlarly like mine,' said Blake,
placing his foot on the track. m IA
n had ought to be- said Walton gravely
lnIess your foot has altered its shape, within |
he last Eve minu,es.'
Bake made no reply 70 this insinuaion,
but stood looking with an expression Of |
leep trouble at the foot print. In the
nesnlime, the others continued their search |
bp and down the road, and in the bushes. |
The marks ofthe struggle were numerous;
|ut there was no trace Of murderer, other
pan Harry Blake. Al last they both came
|ut and stood in the road. /
DO you Gnd nothingP inquired Blake
Arnssily. -'.is
Grayson sheok his head as he said:
\ didn't expect 10; bu. you wished me
lock. Harry, and had hard duty 10
Fsform; and so ! thought I'd humsr You
st. knew il was useless
well. well,'. said Blake, everything
es sadly against me. You mus. do your /
y. am your prisoner. Il
But, said he,sseing them moving 10 where
horses were, what do you intend 10 do
q fhatT And he pointed 10 the dead
ly.d '' @t 8a
Catch me touching i,!' said Walton.
alep choose 10 pull the knife out OF him.
xouldn't ha' done II. It's the crowner's
iness. sha. is. Wen send him here,
me, Harry. Il isn't our faull--but you
2! come. you know
'Iaks' without further remark, mounted
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