Fayetteville observer. [volume] (Fayetteville, Tenn.) 1850-1966, 1880-12-16

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a few moments longer, and then
the matter was carried to the
authorities. A plaster cast of
the fair muscular hand, which i
was plainly evident had never
graccd the person of a rough
was quickly taken, and the a.
gent soon at his secret work. p
Not many hours later Mr.
Client was lifting Bessie and
her well-filled basket from the
wagon.
s'I made the purchases, coa-
sidering it safest to do SC" she
remarked, "but l suspect time
will prove me heedlessly cau-
tious. !" And she briefly detail
ed the events Of The morning.
"W hat Of the return jour-
ney?" be anxiously asked---a
deeper shadow on his face than
Bessie thought the occurrence
warranted.
81 met with nothing to alarm
NOT a trace of the villain re-
mained.
As Bessie expected,J uhdis-
turbed quiet reigned night af-
ter night.
But one day the little, keen
eyed agentmade his appearance
at .Wildlands, and asked for Mr..
Client. He seemed uneasy and
made his business known as
quickly as possible. oas i's
ave have found our man, sir"
he said abruptly, PLENTY of.
mother wit in him, too, or he.
would not have aluded us so
long. But he got pretty low
down, and vcntlred backsto our
police, and last night at play
got into a difficulty which end
ed in a bad wound. He is dy-
ing now, sir, and " arts TO see
you" A--- : - - -.
"Who is hep, MI Client ask
ed, with a certain grave anxiety.
"If you will excuse me, sir,
he begged me to bring you
without telling his names, the
agent returned uneasily, 's.and l
never refuse the dying"
For one instant they gazed in
to each other's eyes. IL was
Mr.. Client vert un-
qucstioningly.
, HI, was taken to one of the
low dens in which. Bolton a-I
bounded, and to the bedside Of
the dying man.
F'And so. my secret fears are
realized, it is you, Oscar?" he
said, taking the wan hand the
poor wretch feebly and half
doubtingly extended.
"Itis,but don't rcpfeacfl mep'l
he gasped. 81 have enough of
that here,9'a 9'atonching his breast.
'fsToo much! too much! Ali if
| could ike over one year Of my
lile- one little year!"
"That you cannot, my poor
Oscar, but you can"
"I know-I heard it many a
time from the preachers, but Fl
don't believe it. I'm the man
my deeds have made me. The
life / have loved here ] shall fol-
low there-I love evil" Good
ness disgusts me even in the
midst of fearr And overcome
by the excitement he sank back
exhausted. Reyiving a alittle he
painted .of
81 wanted to tell you'll wan
ted to ask you to forgive me-
forgive me for my mother, too
II would not kill her by bring
ing her here. You see that it /!
was o debt Of honor, and ] had
to have the money by fair means
or foul, and / wrote the letter.
[ wrote it very carefully--yery
caefully-and all happened as
[ designed, except And he |
moved the MANNED arm signifi-
After a moments ST.
Ience he resumed, with the same
painting breath: 81 supposed you
would send the money to Boil
ton, as there was no other place,
md l knew Bess would take it !
f l made il a matter of life and
ieath for you to 60. 1t Was
his way, you sec: | did not
want to fight for it-did not
want to fight my stepfather.
Butt anticipated an easy victo-
y over Bess by means of my
strength. But she was
90 quick for me. Poor Bess!
She g he hand that wrote the
stIsf e. 5Is Forgive ns-"y s-'ny,1n't moth +
I That was all, death claimed
lim. 0t1
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