The Arkansas banner., 1849-10-30
Land Race together.

Not Sketch of the "Rsga,ta Gf Lqke POaeharfraia
 Yesterday morning Susan Sykesy determined to raise the wind. And why. oh Susan, would you dare the clements to strifel Was it to ride apon the storm-to play upon the bilIowsl-fioat upon the EePhyrs breath or ssssr where
 '-Heavsnly dyes
 Arched the clear rainbow round the orient skies'" Did you think, maiden of the Auburn locks. that fragile form like thine could guide The whrlwind or direc, the stor,n9 Oh, lady of the air. tyrant you might invoke to blow yourself sky-high! deceitfui agent is the wind-creepng through cram nies oid-whistlipg around broken pane-sou as infants lullaby--anon crashing in thunder tones the parent of the orrest-sighiDg the recesses of an lEoIiau harp, or husing death 10 thousands amidst a tornado's rage.
 But stop-whither away, pen ofmighty ieetness , Why trace such glowing liaes upon the spotless psperl
 Be quiet, uneasy minister of thought Fingers clutch tight that which is mightier than t;e sword, or it may play such high fantastic tricks that folks will turn aside and cry out, 6osh'
 Susan Sykesy wished to raise the wind, 'tis true, but not in the way that imagination has suggested- Susan needed money. An. there was the rub. - Poverty, with features long drawn out, stood hand in hand with pale-faced Want They advance ayant ye tempteFs.-on, on. they come. to spread the pail of dead Necessity over the still small voice of Conscience. Mark ts the smothered tone-the feeble gurgiing notes.-the deed is done. The hon. est resolve sticks in her throat--t cannot reach the mind. Ye powers of Good, away. Susan is lost! THE STREET. She is there, hnrrying on with lynx-eyed gsze-diving into the crowd that obstucis ! the way--emerging with rapid pace. and giancing rcsiIessly from side to side. What see you, Snsan 1 by that merchants door?
 Like falcon dsrtiug on it's pry. quick as the cleo tric fluid from the eloud piece of muslin is se- cureJ-the woman gone.
 Haste-f1y-the hue and cry is raised-the police are on the track. Despair leud wings, or Susan'' nabbed. An, how beautifully that corner wal turned; another--now another. Never give uP.- The chase stit thickens-on, Susan, on!
 'sLet every brick beneath your feet
 Assist the cause of chivalry.'
 And where are the oiheersi see they come " Stop theft '' s the cry-Sykesy keeps on-ihey " take the butt"
 Hark the shout. Is she there7 Noi Her dress still futters in the breeze. She leads them beauti fully. Up the street, down the alley, through the open doorway, out at the back gate-well done bonny Susan-Hopc's torch still burns to light your way. "Msks sail, ye lAgging hsiks, or you will never smell her track
 Another shout-the scene changes-the police are coming the foot of the woman grows heavy
 The drama Is closing. Nearer they approach = Right at your tail" Oh, Susan Sykesy. Ah. their grip is on you and you 're goae!
 The Recorder sits in judgment-the stolen muslin Is a silent witness-Susan is the eUiprit al the bar
 No other witness appears against her Where k the prooff Demand 1t. Susan. aRd you're sased.- Stop. Another charge" vagrsncy'--is made.- Adisu to a clty life for thirty days.-N 0 Crescsnf