Fayette County herald. [volume] (Washington [Washington Court House], Fayette County, O. [Ohio]) 1860-1???, 1871-03-09

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months ago"
Again the dog outside began t
howl Again the friends felt colo
cbills creep over them.
"Where are we to sleepr y asked
Edward of the old man We dom
want supper; VIC need rest"
an show you,' said the old man
"The house will be full tonight
but you'll not mind roughing it,
And be led the way to an upper
room, where a rude bed was already
spread.
"Just lie down here, strangers
be said. "The.e's a blanket if you
are cold, and there's a candle
Good night"
And he left them; but not to
sleep. The two men had sought
solitude, thus to commune with
each other. Yet, now they could
only say, "Wbat does this mean y
They had said it in as many ways,
dozen times, when Harry, by ac-
cidcnt, lifted up his eyes to a peg
in the rough wall. On it hung
something that riveted his Caze
with horror Yet it was an object
quite common and innocent in it.
self-only a pair Of brown saddle
bags, rather new in appearance,
and with the letters &C. c. on the
side.
"Look" he cried. "Look Ed
ward p
The other in turn stood mute
for while and then gave a 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 the daguerreotype of a young
girl of whom they had known him
to be very fond.
"His horse in the stable, his sad
die bags and belt here, the dog
bowling on the turf without-what
does it all mean ?" cried Harry
again.
And Ned answered, eve shall
soon see." and strobe into the
great room where the dancing was
going on, and pto the bridegroom
standing at the head of Virginia
reel, with his brides hand in his
own.
cStop a bit" cried Ned, furiously.
1--WE have a question to ask: Who
owns that horse in the stable-the
brown'one with a white star on the
forehead z
II do" said the farmer, turning
deadly white.
"And the saddle bags up stairs,
marked G. G. ?"
The farmer turned paler.
"Gentlemen," said he, swat un-
til morning, and will explain ev-
erythiug."
awe choose to learn the truth
for ourselves" said the young man
(iercely.
"You had mysterious streak Of
luck, six months ago, | understand
from the old man there" said Har-
ry Bray.
mot very mysterious" said the
farmer. II went to the diggings,
and fell in with nugget AS for
the horse, / found him and the sad
dlo bags, too. If you know to
whom they belong, he's welcome to
tham.n
They belong to the nun you
murdered for his money, and bur
led in the ground yonder, where
the dog stands bowling" cried
Harry Bray 1--WE are going to
DIG there, and Heaven helpany one
who hinders us =
dig where you choose" said
the farmer, 81 am too well known
here 10 be afraid of two madmen.
] murder a man-Il There, ! am
Il fool to care for such words! Dig,
confound you! Many a horse strays
in the woods; many man has
found one as well as |. Come, my
neighbors, set the fddles going
and'iet these madmen Dig"
And the spades sank into the
turf, and the terrified guests gather
ed around, and the bride clung to
her husbands arm, and the music
was dumb, and the dogs long, mel
ancholy wall filed the air; and,
at last, just as the rising moon
flung her yellow beams upon the
new dug earth, Ned Warren cried
in awful voice, "He is here /" And
the two. friends lifted from the
grave that which had been a man,
with long, death.grOwp, black hair
falling down over his shoulders.
He had been shot in the head
and through the heart, and there
was no doubt in either mind that It
was the body Of their lost friend
The farmer seemed petritied with
horror. The bride fell into a death
like swoon. The guests fell away
from their host and looked at him
with askance. The old farmer tore
his hair and pleaded for mercy.
But there was no mercy in any
heart there. The avengers were
The great room
adorned for festival and mirth was
turned into a court room. The wo-
men were thrust from it, and the
men remained. On the raised stand
where the fiddlers had been seated,