The Columbia herald. [volume] (Columbia, Tenn.) 1850-1873, 1871-05-26

q merry time, and don't get much q,
tentiOn. My son is just the happies
fellow out, / believe; got no eye
for nobody but that gal. You sex
they've been waitin, quite spell
and he had no luck, none at all, and
seemed he'd got to give it up, but eli
| months back he had q streak. Wor
derful explained 1t, but I don't N
member, 80 he sends for her and m
from Connecticut. She's an orpha
gal, and as soon as her school teri
was oversize was teacher, We kno,
l-she come. This is their warming
end them's, the neighbors. They a
like Ike. ,sIke's u good fellOw-a res
good fellow, though I say it. Take
nip, strangers don't be afraid of th
Jug; Iql GIL it again. Why, what all
your dog?" zlE-9asF' III s,si,siJ, irl,91
The dog left outside was howlin
rather fearfully. 30
"Wants to come in perhaps - sal,
Ned, shut it mightn't be agreeable t
the ladies. :" TissiJ i.on g3on -'is,r...I
aY" Bring him in, - said the old man
but the dog would not come.s. sfj hI-
He stood beside q patch of grass il
the garden, bowling woefully, ant
scratching and tearing with all hi
might. Leave the spot he would not
and the friends, when they saw him
and remembered the horse In the sta
bic, felt the blood curdle in their veins
"Whose horse is that with a white
star on the forehead, and q scar on hi.
f0releg,--a handsome brown hors<
with wonderful eyes ~ whispered Har
ry to the old man. lIls D.. s,sse<, ,.l
q eThat's my sons horse" said the
old man. Z s.5 10 ai,i. -y.., ..,- rro
i" Where did he buy it?n said thu
other. y'sJs cor, i,es ~ -
":Don't know,n said the old man
laughing childishly. "Come to him
with the rest of his good luck, six
months ago.n jI - haE ~
Again the dog outside began to howl.
Again the friends felt cold chills creep
over them. -.
4" |" Where are we to sleep ?" asked Ed
ward of the old man. ave don't want
supper, we need rest"
"Pl show you," said the old man.
Z" The house will be full tonight, but
you won't mind roughing it." y
And he led the way to an upper
room, where a rude bed was already
spread. & -f.am'ss'
Just lie down here, Strangers he
said. "There's q blanket, if you are
cold, there's a candle. Good night"
And he left them; but not to sleep.
The two men had sought solitude
that they might commune with each
other. Yet now they could only say,
"What does this mean?" They had
said it as many ways dozen times,
when Harry, by accident, lifted his
eyes to peg in the rough wall. On it
was something whic riveted his gaze
with horror. Yet it was an object quite
common and innocent in itself-Only
a pair of brown saddle-bags, rather
new in appearance, and with the let
ters &C. O." on the side. g9i-..-5
Look !" he cried, 'lOOk, Edward !"
{ The other, in turn, stood mute for q
time, then gave spring toward the
peg, tore the bags down and opened
them. Within they found garments
they knew their friend had worn, an
empty belt, and daguerrorype of a
young gill of whom they had known
him to be very fond. .F
His horse in the stable, his saddle
bags and belt here, the dog bowling on
the turf without-what does it all
mean? ?" cried Harry, again.
And Ned answered, 1--WE shall soon
see," and shode into the great room
where the dancing was going on, and
up to the bridegroom, standing at the
head of Virginia reel, and with his
BRIDES hand in his own.
"Stop Bit" cried Ned, furiously.
we have a question to ask. Whose
horse is that in the stable-the brown
one with q star on the foreheadw
z Nine" said the farmer, turning
deadly white.
And the saddle-bags up stairs,
marked G. C.w 80 -.
"Gentlemen," said he, swat until
morning, and I will explain every
thing."r r.. .v.. ...l -.......
"We choose to learn the truth for
ourselves" )" said the young man, fierce
.g,'You had a mysterious streak of
luck six months ago, I understand
from the old man there" said Harry
Bray. > -Ff ,.-. --..-,.-.-I I.-.e-
,."Not very mysterious" said the
farmer. ''1 went to the diggings, and
fell in with nugget. AS for the horse,
found him, and the saddle-bags, too.
Ifyou know to whom they belong, he's
welcome to them"
"They belong to the man you MUIR
dered for his money, and buried in the
ground yonder, where the dog stands
cried Harry Bray. "We
are going to dig there, and heaven help
any man who hinders us ~
Dig where you choose" said the
farmer. 81 am too well known here
to, be afraid of two madmen. 1 MUIR
dereda mani! There, Pm a fool to
care for such words Dig, confound
you. Many horse strays in the woods;
many a man has found one as well as
I. Come, neighbors, set the fiddles
going, and let these madmen dig"
And the spades sank into the turf,
and the terrified guests gathered
and the bride clung to her hus-
bands arm, and the music was dumb,
and the dogs long, melancholy wall
filled the air, and at last, just as the
rising moon flung her yellow beams
upon the newly-dug earth, Ned War
rem cried, in an awful voice, He is
here :" And the two friends lifted
from the grave that which had been a
man, with long, death-grown black
hair falling down over his shoulders.
He had been shot in the head and
through tile heart, and there was no
doubt in either mind that it was the
body of their lost friend. The farmer
seemed petrified with horror; the bride
fell into death-like swoon; the guests
fell away from their host, and looked
askance. The old father tore his hair,
and pleaded for mercy. But there
was no mercy in any heSf there. The
avengers were eall-powe1 The great
room, adorned for festi ktand mirth,
was turned into courtroom. The
women were thrust from it; the men
remained. On the raised stand, where
the fiddler had been seated, Harry
Bray now took his seat r Nah harac-
ter of Judge Lynch. y was
named, the mock tg on,
and the accused called tP1 6Hnswer.
He pleaded not guilty. Hedenie1 any
knowledge of the fact that a grave
Law so near his home. He persisted in
the repetition of the statement that he
had fouLd the horse and saddle-bags,
but he admitted that there had been
money in the latter. @
He stood before them looking very
unlike murderer, calling on them for
justice-calling on God to witness the
truth of his words; speaking of his
young wife and his old father; bidding
his neighbOrs remember that he had
never done them any wrong. HHt
But Judge Lynch had no mercy, NO
compassion, no belief in the possibility
of a false accusation and this Judge
Lynch was an ayenger of blood. The