The Sedalia weekly bazoo. [volume] (Sedalia, Mo.) 187?-1904, 1878-10-22

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let his friends work all the harder and rally
% his standard. and achieve for It and him
. glorious victory in November. Col. Jno.
F. Philips filled Nj. Lays appointment At
Boonvilie yesterday.
The BAzoo hopes soon to be able an
nounce Mr.. Lays recovery.
DARK DEED.
He was . lonely, tired, disappointed way
faser. But half his yean we're numbered,
yet bis life, like the foliage Of the woods
through which be passed on that October
eve. were tinged BY the frosts. and the bleak
winter Of adversity vas before him. Weary
was the way behind him, and weary miles
were before him on his journey; yet Hope
eat smiling on each milestone. and Knocked
him With her radiance - she 6ew away
ere be could touch her glorious pIumages.
The swift trains thundered BY him ~ he
turned aside. and dash of bright eyes and
happy faces appeared for an instant and
were gone. All were joyous but himself,
all were ;mbued with IN incentive, all we're
busy In the ful6llmeut of their destiny,
while he drifted simleesly upon the ses OF
life. like rudderle~ ship. veered about
with each wind Of circumstance.
He arrives At . village town. nestled
lovingly in the broad bosom Of bounteous
acres, like . modest Jewel upon q maiden's
breast. Each house is . picture Of happi-
ness, and laughing children play in the
mellow sunset Of autumn eve. Gray haired
men cit in peace upon their thresholds. and
kind matrous hover around them like
guardian angels. He opens the door Of
Memory, and upon its walls are pictures
- fair. yea fairer than these. There, too.
il the gray hsired sire, aud beside him is
the guardian angel. Each linesment OF
those loved features are engraved upon his
heart, and the magic word Of Home springs
to this lips, ere he realizes he is a stranger
In strange land. A few ample inquiries
for refreshment while he rests his tired feet,
arc made in the village; but dissppoint
nent, ever in his wake, meets him here
again.
With his companion, who moody and
silent eIides beside HIM like shadow, he
tarus aside from the haunts of men and
plunRes into the forest. Here the sombrc
shade veil suits bis thoughts as they pass
over hill and through dale beneath the
arched boughs Of Gods temples. At the
wayside they stop for drink Of water, and
the lest rays Of the setting sun shine
upon their features ~ they scatter the re
nsioing drops from their cup. which falls to
the earth lixe sparkling gems Again they
move on ill the rudy fruit Of neighbor-
ing orchard takes their eye. Enough il
gathered for their wants. and their faces
again appear in twilight, to be marked BY
"a sffrighted woman Who will never forget
them.
The shadows of night close around them
- they reach deaerted cabin. Straw is at
haad, 9th which they make their humble
couch, and upon it they stretch their tired
limbs. The Gre that they have kindled in
tie chimney dances in blood red Aaahes
upon the door. As the eye Of the tired
Wsvfarer rests upon the ceiling, dark
shadows in the itful freight advance and
retreat % II in mimic var. Anon huge
shade appeas waving it, hands - If warn
ing-s 6rebrand falls, and . shower of
sparks in the chimney is photographed
upon the wallis. In his Imagination he sres
the rudy glare turn INTO sea Of blood, in
which lost spirits are struggling in IN agony
no pen can depict then, again, the flicker
ing enbess cast the warning shadows that
narshal forth unbidden like the ghosts At
Nscbeths feast.
Wearied and worn out, tired nature
gises way, and the poor wsyfarer has sunk
70 sleep. Sleep on-sIeep well-for Ills the
last sleep tia, shall know no waking but
In PIutos realms across the shsdowy Styx
Slowly but surely pas the hours. and dawn
and death sppears. His compan-
ion softly arises and gases upon his
friend whose feet are treading the
pathsof hischildhood in dreamlsnd. Bright i
and joyful visions appear, and well-knoxn
voices give him gentle greeting. A smile
passes Der bis face 1t oid-time jests, and
shouts Of merry laughter make music in
his eas. A gentle hand 10 laid upon his
forehead With kind sweet pension. and
God of Heaven! The hand has turned
70 . horrid noantain, poised in mid-air
shove him By blood red hand An in
stsnt il ~avem. the next il crashes, through
0esh, and blood. and bone. and brain! The
rich red current, smoking in the frosty air,
aeluges the 6oor. and rises to heaven IN
mute appeal for the freed spirit that thith-
er wings its unb dden fight.
And Who hath done this cruel deed?
Il vas the 6end Who slept beside him,
he man With whom be had Travelled, the
companion with whom he had shared his
last crust!
Bass and black. indeed. could be the
heart Of such IN migrate, Who bereft his
Iesefactor Of his life in his greed to obtain
he watch be wore and the few paltry cents
bic pockets contained.
But his trail Vas behind him, and his
Eace IN the memory of those who had seem
him. Retsibusioa was upon bis path, and
he hand Of aveaging Justice has clutched
lin By the throat.
The Doomed Man.
Iaascs, theCaa county murderer. Who IL to
. hung next Friday, 1t Harrisonvilie. is
r;ll .nosre.sfv naconcerned about the