The Columbia Democrat. [volume] (Bloomsburg, Pa.) 1837-1850, 1842-11-05

and trimmed them, but still there was the
same duh, uncertain light. He tried to ar.
que himself out of these fears--to laugh
them off as ridiculous; and he threw him-
self back in his chair and laughed aloud. Ii
ever mortal man felt the agony of terror he
did, for at that momen, his laugh was
echoed from the dark passage Crouchipg
back in his chair. with his heart beating
fast and hard, and gasping Tor breath, his
hair bristllng, he sat watching the door
| Tie heard slight motion in the entry, like
a sliding creeping step. 1t stopped. Then
il came again, and nearer, then a hand
touched the knob and was WITHDRAWN
Then II took II again, turned ii, and opened
the door gar; and two brigh! eyes glared
in through the crack. 1t opened wider;
and tail, gaunl figure, stole cautiously in
turning the key after it. 1t then slowly
and with a cat like step, crepl towards the
Attorney, until it came in full light of the
candle.
With feeling partly Of horror and part
Iy of relief, Bolton sprang 10 his fsel,as the
light revealed TO him The ghasty fealu res Of
wilkins.
wilkins exclaimed he.
That's met said the other, looking
vacantly about him, That's ne wonder
where Lucy is!'
'Lucy!-your wife 2 exclaimed The atlor-
ney, staring a. him. why, you should
know. Shes dead, long ago"
They told me so,' said he, shaking his
head sadly; bu, don't believe it, She
wouldn't die and leave me all alone.
know she wouldn't, 1t wasn't like her.
Poor fellow = mu,iered Bolton. Its too
true. Sizes dead
Dead Then who murdered herr
shouted the maniac, confronting the alor
ney: 'whO murdered her, say?' he fairly
screamed, and at the same time adyancing;
'who murdered her!' I'll tell you who did
il! 1t was Reuben Bolton! Ee did II -
She told me so in the grave yard. | laid
my head upon her grave, and she spoke
to me, and told me ! and swore | would
have revenge ! And now I'm looking for
him !
Good God ! George ! exclaimed the
Attorney, shrinking from the excited mad
man. i never harmed your wife; indeed
did not 7
WHO are your demand d wilkins
clu,ching him by the coat, and dragging
him forward with a strength which his ap
pearance scarcely indicated. Ha have
found your
God George never harmed youl
wife = exclaimed Bolton, absolutely paraly
zed with fear: never, on my soul!'
You lie you lie Where is she ther
demanded wilkins, now reused to a per
fec. frenzy of madness. Il swore I'd re
venge her! I've caught him !-now 70
his blood Huzza huzza! shouted he
suddenly dashng his hand in his bosom
and drawing out large knife
God of heaven protect me ! exclaimed
The Attorney, struggling to get loose. Help
, help help'
Now, however, wilkins was ungoverna
4 ble. He sprang upon the Attorney an
bore him to the earth; but Bolton was
muscular man, and driven TO desperation
, his struggles were fearful. He threw Wi
kins from him, and although wounded, cor
!, ,rved ,s ge, TO his feet and grasp the poker
This however offered but slight resIslanc
q to the maniac. Regardless OF blows h
!. dashed in upon Ihe Attorney and drove III
. Rnife up TO The haft in his stomach, an
drew it with long downward cut, and q
The wrelched man fell, he sprang upon hin
and hacked and gashed him until his lou
!, screams were stopped by the blood Mi
pushed up from his throat, and his groar
q and cries sank into silence.
n John Smith has said many good thing