The weekly clarion. [volume] (Jackson, Miss.) 1863-1882, 1875-11-03
TWO TERRIBLE TALES.

:, In the hunting season some sevent
d years ago, in one of the northwestern
Il counties of England, tour gentlemen ga
Il IN an inn, picking their teeth and crack
e ing jokes after dinner The landlor,
0 entered politely, and announced hungr,
e stranger. The four filed banqueter
e elected him to a seat, and babe the land
: lord return the joint already roasted
t Lifting his hat the guest gave his enter
tanners greeting and thanks. drew up hi
chair, and then Selling and sharpening
the carving knife, with a violent semi
circular switch around and across the Ia
bic, slit all their weazands. He sliced
his mutton and eat it TO the sound OF
four crimson cataracts flowing over -four
shirt fronts to the floor Re-entering the
room and observing, as he thought, nap
kins of a strange color, mouths wide open
to the flies and regards strangely bent
upon the greedy guest, the landlord
stared.
"COme here said the interesting
stranger, gobbling his meat The land
lord approached.
do you see anything odd in my eyer
The landlords stare became intensi
fed
Because" continued the maniac, 81
see something so obnoxious to me in yours
that | think you'll will have to stop look
ing"
He drew the knife from the joint and
unerringly thrust it between the land
lords second and third ribs. Solacing
himself at dessert with the gurgle of his
fifth victims hearts blood, he was not
pleased by the appearance of the meek
| head-waiter, to whom, reckoning with the
knife while he hid the masters body
with an outstretched leg, he said slyly:
"Have you pistol ?"
GOOD Lord, sir, why ?"
Haven't YOU with an exquisite in
tonation) "a revolver about the premis-
es ?"
"Why, yes, sir; 1 think there is one
yes, sir"
'Do you see that rat?"
Rat, sir? No, sir What rat? ?"
''ln the corner, there"
The waiter crouched and gazed, and
gazed and crouched again.
"No, sir"
"Ah," said the stranger, gracefully
waving his fork, ''he's gone into his hole.
He'll be out presently. Fetch the revolt
YER"
The revolver having been produced,
the guest smiling terribly: "Who is the
manufacturer of this weapon ?"
Disliking the speakers manner, the
servltOr forgot to answer.
Chow big mark is required for it, at,
say, your distance?"
Waiter perplexed and almost paralyz-
ed.
"You scoundrel will you be my
mark ?"
The waiter, in tone like catacomb's
echo, pleaded:
"Oh, dear, SIR"
"What! !" shouted the mailman, in a
voice that rang shrilly through the inn
"you have come here to teaze me, have
you? You have come here to beard me!
You are here to Illustrate my purpose
Down to the carpet--dO,On, | say! You
villain, knave, scoundrel, miscreant, imp,
vagabond, ruffian, incendiary, rogue,
outlaw, reptile. You utterly monstrous
and irreclaimable wretch. Down
Down on his knees, trembling.
f'Vagrant and rascal, pray !"
An indistinguishable humble.
pray
the doomed old man, who had been thirty
years in his dead masters service, and
was now fascinated by this human basi-
lisk 90 Our Father, who art in HEAVIER
haIlowed be thy name thy"
F'Faster!"
THY kingdom come, thy"
Faster
"(Oh, sir) Thy will be done on earth
as it is in heaven"
Damn you, say, faster"
"Ah, sir, put down the pistol in his
holy name!
'EAs we'll" said the bedlamite, careful
" cooking the weapon, and while his
eyes still glared awfully, speaking in
low musical key, "as well ask the bird to
forsake her young. My gray-haired old
friend, continue your prayer, for soon
you will have no time here to pray in"
ooh, sir, let me uncock your pistol.
ooh, sir, (mockingly and never un-
loosing his eye), ''you are novice in
bloody affairs. You dislike them-perhaps
YOU misconstrue the meaning of them. |
perceive that, mental as you are, you are
person of lean and fimsy intellect.
You interest me, however. You are at
present the delight of my eyes. In you |
Shall presently find peace, because l shall
Stake in your currents an unextinguished
thirst for bloodshed. | am about to butch
er you-not without certain art. See
with a single gesture / have set four
corpse rotting and with an accurate aim
| have sent your master Clicking his body
into view to my friend, the red and
handsome devil.
ssMercy, sir !" said the old man, feeling
the pools under his knees.
The pistols muzzle was at his head.
Suddenly withdrawing it the murderer
uttered horrid cry, which gradually
degenerated into still more horrid laugh
ter. Then adjusting the cooked revolver
at his own heart, and pointing with his
disengaged hand at one after the other of
his five visitors, he said, in tones as SOL
emn as King Arthur's over PROSTATE
/ Guinevere
g i have made my dead. leave you
to weep for them. There sits the last of
that noble house whose ancestor, I'M
horsed and vanquished at Agincourt,
daegered himself into heaven in the face
/ of his foe. Yonder rests forever the de-
scendant of the sternest Puritan who
ever obeyed Cromwell. By his side
hangs the chin of voluptuary so inven-
tive of loves arts that, ere l perish, l
wish l could summon here his Dolly
Sweetlegs, and hear her lamentations:
But see"-and in the midst of bis internal
ecstacy the revolver dropped upon the
chair cushion, 'fsee that sinful monster
God Into what twisted womb of what
contorted she-devil was the seed of him
thrust? What life grotesque and wick
ed did she lead while within her went on
and on his prenatal moral reformation