Northern tribune. [volume] (Cheboygan, Mich.) 1875-1885, 1876-08-19

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| How long ran on, and on, and on, ike
| the wind. I cannot tell. Sometimes 1
fapcied that the man who had murdered
nv grandmother, the man had hCnorea
anil loved so dearly, was on my track.
Saoned to see if all; my father had been
so,,,,tad RI drink: he had taken some
th;no stronger than wine, and it had
81 The The thought was so awful that. as it
came over me now and then, felt like
fa,nting. My feet were scratched and
torn, bu. Inever knew the pain. The
sky, with its canopy of stars, seemed to
me like an open grave, yawning grave,
My father-my honorable father-to do q
deed so shameful! My heart seemed
bursting with its agony. The scalding
tears ran down my face unwiped.
chOked with sobs. Where should go !
had emerged from the awful shadows
of the woods. The moon gave trees anu
| landscape an unearthly, glimmerlng
white as it slowly rose.
There was the school-house where l
had been so happy. l could never go
there again. Father would be caught
hung-and through all my life the blight
of the murderer would be upon my
name.
| / walked swiftly on, down the first
road / came to. 1t was the highway, and
led to nv Uncle Jim's. TO this day |
cannot bring myself to walk that road.
r see myself, barefooted, hatless-i had
kept nv trousers on, that L might rise
and let my father Inflow running. now
creeping over the rough way, frightened.
struck With..horror, and trembling with
| shame. oen
The gray tints of the coming morning
gathered i'm the sky. My limbs ached,
my hearth throbbed, my brain burned,
my vision failed me: / threw myself
ed that L might die-if there were only
some easy way of dying!
Brighter and brighter grew the rosy
shadows of the new day. Again / rose
to my feet and ran on. / was wet with
the dew, and, in my anguish, the sweet
scents of wayside roses soothed me,
though once or twice thought was
dying, the contraction of my throat was
so terrible. tA2
Suddenly horseman came in sight.
Through my tears L seemed to see the
white face of old Dob. Nearer and near
er it came. L think / stood like one
turned to stone when my fathers famil-
lar voice fell on my ear.
sis that Tommy? Tommy is that
you ?"
The revulsion of feeling was too much
! for me. reeled, and knew nothing
more till found myself in bed, weak
and sick, and my father seated beside
me.
my poor little fellow" he said, spity-
ingly; and then heard the strange
story of that dreadful night. My father
found his brother in great trouble. Two
Ofhis family had been taken down with
the scarlet fever, and his wife was away.
So my father had remained with him all
night. My uncle had a servant i'm his
employ whom he had always considered
trustworthy, and who must i'm some way
have overheard my father speak of the
money hidden in the house.
1t was temptation the man could not
Withstand, when my father sent him to
notify his mother that he would not re-
turn at all.
l am happy to add that the money was
soon recovered, and the rogue thrown in
prison. My grandmother, who was only
stunned, was able to- testify to his identi-
ty, and everything came to happy end
ing, though to this day i think of that
nights trial with shudder.-Mrs. Dem
ison, in Youths Companion.