The New Orleans daily Democrat. [volume] (New Orleans, La.) 1877-1880, 1879-06-29

fever that had been accumulhtlne ~ yoa.
! Perhaps have never forgiven her the unne
. cessary cruelty OF our counting days Per
| hans IL Il only the tortures she has inf1lctet
|, since marriage which affected my very flesh
At any rate, the longing for revenge was per
\ feetIy satisfied by the act. At each blow
. gave her the other night the black cloud ina
: had hung over my heart lightened, and be
: lieve-God forgive me!-Elat / Kissed hel
when I left her. 49,.
!, nause. and rising from his seat. Eyes. 8
> Thousand times more than before gave h lsat
those cowardly stabs. feel like paa as,as
who has been forced to beat tae child ns H.
most In the world But unhappy. T T, 81 bnrt
ing her little, have destroyed ~ ,; g her
,, that makes life tolerable. FeI wleiv ~ why
life viii Be intoerable, that khqW. Va a. Y ftas
did hurry awayf What ~ Ton touch 3 Woman,
pGnB b baa had III courage to face it out But
nv mind was III whirl. and so ,L ~, w !,
snynahodv said: g ct horse, quick, alla u
And SO did. Could it have been Lou saiA
that2" 800 a-aaIx, into eaana with
the round eyed look Of man trying Win an
the might Of his memory TO recaai a scelis.
Our host had been watching MN pre&In ltas
s,rtnp his recital; whenever | stole q glance
at Clarks hairy face could see that ne was
III, the least moved Of the company. A few
moments before Pierre stopped, however,
Clarks eyes narrowed INTO crazy an ndp ,an
I'll.
sacked small drawer In chest neaf tne
wall. His manner was 50 peculiar that IL at
tracted my attention. From the drawer ne
| extracted certain large cigars OF q dark c0aoT,
and during the next few moments, Whale
changing glasses and retilling the tumbleTs,
he managed to substitute one OF these Tor the
! fresh cigar lying on the chair or table when
stood by each mems seat. Brown took up
his and lighted IT, Randall followed ne a. SUI ~
same time raising his eyebrows IN the
direction of Clark Our host nodded, as
II to say: "Try 1T; it's first-rate,. and
as he caught my glance, relapsed into ms
placed It unfighted between my lips. While
Pierre stood gazing, In deep thought. Clark
ran round to me with lighted match for my
cigar. After o moments hesitation took It
YER, very peculiar odor SO that thoughtit wisest
to pretend to smoke it without doing So My
precaution was justified q moment after.
Browns head had fallen back on his chair,
his mouth was open, and he was In q deep
Sleep The cigar lay on the ground. Randall
had folded bis arms upon the table, and his
long breathing told that something --pe ssdps
the whisky and the manGtUnuus voice OF the
speaker, perhane something else-had sent
him into 5 neavy slumber. l was droWsy
myself The room was close and warm. ]
tureW my arms over the back of the chair
near me, and laying my head SO that could
see every one on opening my eyes, shut them
close, and soon was In a state OF seml-con-
seriousness which was not sleep, but certainly
was not being wide aWade.
Pierre at last reused himself from thought.
Eyes, gentlemen he continued, blind to the
fact that he had talked long while and that
most Of his audience could not hear him.
to have run away. On" he cried with sud.
den turn Of feeling, II must see her even If
she is dead. But what keeps me here? Let
us 60 back at once"
mo, you won't, said Clark, rising up and
selling Pierre by the coat. ''You won't do no
such thing"
Good heavenl had forgot. am pris-
oner. But we are going back any how. Can
not these gentlemen understand my position
and take me back now T.
derisive gesture at our sleeping forms, ARE
not able to get into a saddle, not to say sit ia
one. Besides, they have no orders to bring
you back"
himself under the chin in an ugly and sug-
gestiye manner. Pierre turned a little pale
"Sooner or later" he said firmly, "it makes
little difference, except that / must see Lou
before die. Must?-I am prisoner
oval, now. pard," said Clark, moved by the
finch at the last. would We? But as for being
a prisoner What made We take old man
Joycls mare r"
II took the first horse that came to hand.
meant to send it back"
well, / believe you, and thought you was
square from the first. dom mind the woman
50 mueh.-that's none OF my, business-.but
the mare! /, tel! you I'D go ag'in my grain to
s'No, no, no; Of course I'm no horse-thief,"
said Pierre impatiently. "But what do you
mean by help r. His face had grown bright
with hope.
"Aha," said Clark, 'now you see light
ahead. Go back to Joycltown indeed not
No FOL 1ycp 1rni
opium did 1t. Just Whit Of it and off they
90 sound as woodchucks, and good till IL
o'clock tomorrow morning, Now, then, you
just hop on to my horse, take the road tell
YOU and light out. They'll never ketch YOU
or my name amt Clark.
Pierre said nothing, but his face was JOY
GUS with a solemn kind Of gladness. He only
grasped Clark's thick hand and shook it over
and over again. They disappeared at once
from the room. To all intents and purposes
was asIeep-at least SO l argued to my
self-and had no call to interrupt their pro-
ceedings. My best occupation was sleep, and
to this turned with such entire success that
the sun was high In the heavens before we
discovered our bird was flown
Brown, Randall and rode into Jocyltown
at sharp pace the next day with the miss
ing mare, and didn't care to talk to anybody
until we got into the bar-room, where we told
our story. I was rather surprised to find
how little effect 1t had upon the audience
Instead of breaking out into curses against
Pierre, they received the news Of his escape
very much in the light OF a good joke on us.
Old Jocyl never knew what q joke was, or else
thought it was some form Of expense to
laugh, and therefore Systematically refrained.
There was a peculiar vein OF regret In his
voice, when he said:
81 suppose you don't know thatshe's mend
ing-doing well, the doctor says"
"Don't say!" said Brown. "Well, women
folks do hang on to life; they. beat cats. That
Pierre is a lucky fellow to have lit out just
when he did. II he hadn't, | don't believe
he'd have ever known he wasn't a murderer"
Il never was 50 fooled In my life said
Brown, with several gentle oaths. If ever I
catch that fellow alive, I'll take him by the
ear and walk him right up to that pretty
young wife he's been a-carvin'-and what's
says TO do that I'll do, IL it's to hang him in
stanter!"
Everybody chimed in with q chorus Of ap-
prevail for Brown was standing treat at the
time, partly with shrewd idea OF taking the
edge off the natural resentment OF the crowd
at the loss Of Pierre, and partly to stop the
mouths Of the jokers at his expense. / had
stepped to the window, when saw cause to