The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1874-09-03

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seating ourselves upon a bank of will
movers the manuscript was begun.
| -" An eye for an eve. A tooth for
sootn-Holy. I am an invalid waitinr
!or mes thread to snap. The preseni
mixture of hope, memory. the
future, and reality. Hope results In
disappointment the future is vao,,,o
Whlle reality is fruition. Ima0inafioT
Is false, for it garnishes barren biiJe
with yerdure transforms a face of 1o,Ii.
ness to one of beauty makes a rniseT1y
relative a generous donor Dictnres
| yourself more perfect than the WbisDere
OF conscience, and causes the bonefnI
t neart sadness. will not deal with If
What l write is reality. Failing health
Pushed me into travel. It is hard 10
old adleu to the old gables and the
arcned gateway, in doubt that one NAV
see them again, not from age, not from
the necessity of a long absence bnf
rom the certainty that you are chased
Dy dlsease at which physicians shake
their heads but mutter hope.
had been upon the road several
days before anything of interest aronsaJ
me from my depression. PASSING a
dwelling, whose neat appearance at
tracted my attention, the notes of a
peculiarly plaintive song attracted me
hrst relned my horse and then. dis
mounting, followed a winding walk.
adorned on either side with sinple
mowers, to the open door. I had been
notlced and was met by young man
VINO cordially bade me enter.
We were singing a song learned at
sea, OF which my sister is quite fond.
but we shall be glad for an Interim,
tlon. 1t was the introduction of an
import sequence, and the story which
follows.
Frank Lavender, the father of nv
host and narrator, became, in the early
years of his marriage, entangled in wild
dissipation with neighbor's son, Dick
Perry. Their recklessness increased
until the murder of a wealthy planter
IN the township made their flight nee
essary, and neither had ever returned.
The exertions of Justice proved futile.
and with the lapse of years the suppo-
sition gathered strength that bv some
other means retribution had come upon
the fugitives."
My friend, who had been reading the
manuscript, exclaimed "I well re-
member, my grandfather once related
this very tale to me. His description
of Lavender was that of very hand
some man, of fine figure and of a pre-
possessing air. cannot recall the de-
tails, but the son and daughter here
spoken of were very fortunate in in
heriting large estate quite strangely.
My old sire made a moral, and, while
upon his knee and staring into his
wrinkles, 1 was warned from evil COM
pany and the haunts of the enemy"
The manuscript was resumed
There is no silver in my locks
and never will be. The worm has his
mortgage upon them and he is already
after foreclosure. Recorded pharma-
copOeia has not sufficient knowledge to
deter the grim bearer of the hour glass.
He knows it, and so do I. For months
| have been absent from the gables. I
have returned, patched up merely.
QIid tdcieTld1tn1 90
At this point the manuscript had evil
IDENTIFY been laid away. for the remain
der was traced in different ink and by
a feebler hand. It opens again with the
same quaint pinings.
" Life has queer findings. The one
who interests you to-day is gone to-
morrow and forever, while the partner
of an old life-game turns up suddenly
to confront you with tedious memories
oftener that with agreeable recollec-
tiOns. Earnest yearnings are rarely re-
allied, but they have been once with
me. The candor of my host, Lavender,
and his sad experience created an in
terest and a sympathy which was, years
later, revived intensely. l was again
compelled to seek the north, and had
fixed a temporary abode in one of the
pleasant villages in an eastern state.
Among the few acquaintance formed
was that of an eminent judge, who was
at that time presiding at the trial of
wretch committed for arson and muir
der. He was particularly noticeable,
commanding in person. deep, rich
voice, fine dark eye, and hair sprinkled
with silver. He lived in elegant style,
as can attest, at his place called Man
rove Hall, without a wife, and child
less. His card read, POinset Telfair.
cat the breakfast table, the last day
of the exciting trial, was agreeably
surprised to recognize my old friend
Lavender. He had just arrived in quest
of a tarrying place for the season. Cir
cumstances at once determined him to
remain with me. The pending case at
the courthouse, in which l had become
much interested, was the topic of dis
course, and Lavender was induced to be
present with me at its conclusion.
=" As we seated ourselves among the
eager spectators, Judge Telfair passed
in with elastic step, an air of calm dig
nifty, admirable in ripe manhood. Law
ender whispered Observation-Disclosures
a lord 7
"The case was given to the jurors
and they had returned, giving IS their
verdict murder in the first degree !
sThe prisoner will stand - said the
Judge. 1T is a solemn charge, the
sentence of death None should re-
ceive it but the atrOciously guilty. just
and righteous laws have been enacted
to prevent convicted felons even trom
ineduitable decisions. The beneht OF
these laws has been your claim and
privilege. Weary days have been CON
sumed in this unwelcome duty OF find
inc Won bevond the mercy of man, and
now it is incumbent upon me to make
tbis finding fearfully exacting. Before
7 pronounce the dread sentence, let NE
urge YOUR most serious attention to the
awful fate that awaits you and for what
crimeP In the dead of night, when IN
nocepce sleeps and none but the plot
ter of evil seeks work, you entered
harmless household and sent an un-
suspecting soul swiftly to the Judg-
ment. applying the torch to cover the
horrid deed. You are soon to stand oe-
fore an offended Deity, with stains OF
blood so deep that none but Almighty
God can wash them ont. Let your tune
he improved in reconciliation with that
being YOU have so-desperately Knocked
oAn awful stiffness shut down upon
that cIowded room. Yet upon the face
of the prisoner was a villainOus sneer,
and struggling in his eyes We're the
bIacI1est passions ever saw flashed
npon man. His teeth were firmly set
and his hands griped the rails SO hard
that his very nails were dark with his
base blood. ..
sc But the sentence
scYou. Philip Wing, will be taken to to
the prison, and on Friday the seventh
dav of September, between the hours
of eight and twelve, will be hung oy
the neck until you are dead, and may
God have mercy on your soul -,
And may He condemn yours
screamed the wretch, pointing his nm
Ger directly at the judge. 'Ay, yours,
Frank Lavender Do you remember
Dick Perry, now? Ha ha a nur ter-
er for Judge 7
III 40 Frauna Of the