Bradford reporter. [volume] (Towanda, Pa.) 1844-1884, 1857-04-23
ID EVERY THURSDAY P OMEARA GOODRICH

When the sessions came there was no trial
There was no prosecutor, no prisoner and
the matter dropped. Instead of David being
the emigrant. it was now Lewellyn, who ere
this departed for Liverpool, and sailed thence
| to America and it was believed that all trace
of him was lost. For a length of time David
also disappeared, though he was heard Of in
| Caermarthen and thus this appalling crime
was shrouded in impenetrable mystery. One
or the other of these two men must have done
it, and yet the strong proofs of the abb each
| produced were not to be contested
| That murder will out" is creed that
men hold to with an intensity proportioned to
the delay. Even the spirit of the doomed girl
seemed to be speaking with a terrible empha-
sis of menace, through the words cut deeply
into the stone at the head of her grave. al
though" the significant memorial goes, "the
! savage murderer escaped for season the de-
lection of man, yet God hath set his mark up
on him, either for time or for eternity, and
will assuredly pursue him to certain and ter
rble, but righteous judgment ~
And what subsequently happened seems to
prove this. Some years had elapsed, when
there returned native of the district from
the bleak Canadian wilds, who had there es-
tablShed himself as farmer In the course
of conversation he stated that he was present
at the death bed Of a man of bad and dissipat-
ed character-nO other than Llewellyn Rich
ards, whom he had known as boy He ap-
peared to be laboring under some strange ter
ror at his last moments, and spoke, though in
cOherently, of purchasing suit Of old clothes
through the agency of some stranger or other
of dreadful struggle on the marshes-of
an appalling murder-cry-of dying woman
of fleeing from q pursuing Nemesis and in
the midst of this recital falling back dead with
fearful groan, pointing fingers, and the sweat
of unnttcrable agony upon his brow. There
remained little difficulty then of putting the
tangled meshes together The murderer had
been pursued, and God had set his mark up
on him, pursuing him to certain and terrible
punishment"
Poor David wandered about the country
especially haunting the marShes-a covering,
gibberIng idiot-harmleSs, but moaning ever
more the burden of his great sorrow" NY
poor darling In the water Murdered
dead :"
1 was out on my accustomed ramble one un-
inviting day, having desire to make stretch,
If possible, as far as Swansea, across bleak
and lonely tract skirting the sea, and known
as g Crynliyn Burrows" On my way | pass
ed the beautiful old abbey ruins, then by the
iron works, anon by the shore of the canal, the
river turning sharply off into on estuary on my
left The bleak, bare tract, with Swansea bay
gloomily opening out, ami the wild mountain
heights on my right-the grey frowning sky
the utter solitude-the lonely chapel Of St
Margaret, aud the brown, bare, blackeuiug
desolatiou still ahead made me lose heart
The long evening setting in decided me to
60 back, ere | had gone much more than half
way.
| turned, at last fearful of being benighted
if | went too far Shortly I beheld in the
di>tan the dark figure of a man. looming
and coming towards me with hurried steps.
tossing his arms aloft, and gesticulatug Wild
". | confess to slight touch of dread as he
came nearer and nearer A more ptiable and
shocking sight lever crossed my vision.
His once tall figure was bent, and so hag-
nard and spectral was his form and aspect,
that q Shudder ran through me. His eyes
seemed burning in their sockets, his cheeks sun
ken, his hair aud beard were long and matted,
his frame was feshlesS as that of a skeleton
and his ragged garments fiuttered in the wind.
Glariug rather than looking before him, NUT
tering, clenchng his hands, and borne onward
and supported by energies beyond that of his
hunger wasted form-like wretch pursued by
an evil spirit that left him no rest for the
sole of his foot he approached, passed, and
was gone. | booked after him in vague fear
and deep pity, as he gIded ouwards into the
darkness of that spectral region-the fitting
place for so troubled spirit to wander in.
Ny little girl. nv loved one ! In the va
ter, Oh. white God LoSt-drowned-
murdered ~ So he moaned and muttered. |
then knew that had seen the wreck of poor
Black David, who for more than twenty years
had survived the dreadful shock but the de-
priyation OF his reason had brought the unhap-
py man no oblivion of the dreadful past
He is since dead-his wasted body being
found on the stark Crymlyn Bog on morn
ing as desolate as his own life had been.