The spirit of democracy. [volume] (Woodsfield, Ohio) 1844-1994, 1848-11-25
The WI WagOner.
ny SAMUEL WARREN, Z L. D.
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80 lF1'lN t,'''-f1t SNsS s~hil tbSS
now" .grt,s,5tAy /
sand what is the hour?'' "a nihe
past five. And now Dick,n said his
companion, no longer able to conceal
his mpatience, ''tell US all that hath
to ihee.p palamg a. a .g4ol
-loHNp," replied Dick firmly, II will
not tell thee a word now, and hele; but
take me before magistrate, and | will
tell thee and him all. i have sworn be-
fore God, it is true. that would not
tell Il word, and may be- shot for doing
so, but lccare inot--l will ease my soul,
and put my life into Gods hands. Oh,
VIII, Will! when we parted last even
ing at the Hunting Horn, how small
thought had | of what would belalli me p
Bill made no answer. but grew visibly
paler, and wiped the, perspira,ion from
his forehead: he rose from his seat, and
stepped to and fro across the small
room in which they were sitting, with
great agitation in, his manner. afslI
i Swell, Dick" he muttered, 81 don't
know what the ending Of all this will
be; but ! fear for thee! dread me the
devil hath been at thee! IT'S said be
walks these, parts on Christmas mornr'
He presently resumed his seat, and
tried again TO extract his companions
secret from him; but in vain. Dick was
infexible; he, took four guineas out Of
his pocket, and gave them into Bills
hand, saying, 81 don't value This gold.
1t may be gotten i'll by those who gave
it me. Do thou keep il, and see what
the magistrates will say aboutit; for to
one we will go this day, or my name is
not Richard Forster" ~, uaag sareii.
BY two o'clock that afternoon, the
two wagoners found their way to the
house ola country magistrate, to whom
Dick gave Il full account Of what had
befallen hun. His words were taken
dowN; but there was such an air of ex-
aggeration-of blank improbability
about the whole, that it was evident the
magistrates did not attach Jovermuch
credit to it. What could he do in the
matter? The, wagner swore that, il his
life depended on it, he could not tell by
which OF the four cross roads he had
gone or come; he hac never seen the
faces Of those who had so mysteriously
seized him; he could not describe the
voices Of any one that spoke TO him.
$50 they were surprised to hear that
your name was Forster, eh.n' "Yes.
your worship t.ags, a.sll
a''They said you were mistaken Tor
some one elser' "Yes, your worship
"Now, do You know anyone among
your associates that has name any
thing like your ownp' inquired the mag
strale,as if a sudden thought had struck
him. "Thnk little, my man." he con-
tlnued, seeing the wagonerl very
thoughtful, and rubbing his forehead
with a puzzled air. "No, no. replied
the wagner, at length; 81 don't kno "
any one ofmy name, nor any thing like
il.p
"Oh, please your Worship" sail the
other, 80 hope your worship's honor
will forgive me but my name is Fowl.
er; but that, again, as your worship
knows. is not Forster $50 should
suppose, drawled the magistrate, with
a smile, looking at his watch, and then
taking down the name. q iai,iA nil
"How do you spell it, my manW
Fowler repeated the letters ofhis name
cse4 xsaq Has
sand are youa WAGNER. like your
unfortunate friend, here?'' "Yes, your
worship, and go the same road, and
serve the same MASTER" l.s I'D teffi
"You neither Of you know any one
that is likely TO have i'll blood against
you." "Lord love your worship--no,
your worship" replied both in q breath.
III hope you are an honest, sober fell
low, my trlend97 Hnduireda the magis-l
lrate Of Fowler, amused by his aiavste
and eagerness. Fowler hung down his
head and blushed. "Why, please your.
as for the matter Of honesty,
am as honest (as one might reverentIyI
say,) as your worship yourself; but j
own-l humbly say" he continued,
with an embarrassed air. s,ofs edT
"Aha!" exclaimed the magistrate,
quite tickled;" like your glass, ch (?
4 friendly glass?" "Not exactly, your
worship; give me plain jug---a plain
ug, with ale in III"
His worship and his clerk laughed
ieartilys 20 gsap aisl J. sW ogls. aia.F
b" And pray, who are yourafather and
mother? Where do they live?" "Both
lead your, worship, long ago!" "sal gl
/ sRichard Forster" said the magis-
rate, "a word or two more with you
bout this strange story ofyours. DO
l.