The Osceola times., 1884-10-11
The Story Of a Crime.

man at the Southern, the other evening
hut some years ago most atrocious deed
was committed In Ohio, and"-
Tell US all about it." remarked SAYINGS
listener.
We'll, wait until light my cigar" said
the tourist after which he said: speak Of
number Of years ago. In what is now the
the beautiful town of Urbana, lived All
thony Keeling, one of vulcan's faithful fol-
lowers, who every day was found at his
forge using his great brawny arms, the
sweat of honest toll upon his brow, full Of
hope for the consummation Of a greas wish,
his ruling ambition q brilliant education
and an accumulation for his only child a
bright boy of seventeen, with almost Hercu-
lean frame, and In whose fair face the red
vigorous blood Of manhood was already
mounting high. But life with all its coveted
sweets Is filed with bitter disappointment
I, We have "vaulting ambitions that o'erleap
themselves" and long cherished hopes of
the heart are sometimes buried forever at
the very moment we think them nearest
consummation; and such was the ending Of
the day dreams Of the village blacksmith.
THE MYSTERIOUS CRIME.
III vas Saturday morning, and the leaves
: q the forest were still wet with the rain Of
the day before, but the sun was shining, a
nice day for Frank Kelling's favorite sport,
matching his steady arm against the squir-
] rels nimble caperings, and having donned
his hunting suit, he took down his gun and
kissing his mother good bye, took his way
TO Hickory woods" for day of recreation.
The day wore away, night came In the home
of the ambitious smith and tea had long
been waiting for the return of the hope of
thehousehold but the father and mother ate
st last In silence, with an empty chair and
an unturned plate, and 80 1t was TO be al.
ways-hs never came again.
There was sorrow In that home as the
long hours dragged ON into midnight-to
Sunday morning, and the eyes Of those
idolizing parents, as they exchanged glances
were but mute appeals for comfort that
neither could give.
FOUL PLAY.
"Foul play" was whispered, the alarm
was given; the church bells rang and the
different peals as they fioated out on the
fresh morning air struck back SO on the
heart that It seemed as though they Wed
with each other In chanting the most melan-
eholy requirem.
The meek crowded along the streets 10
service, the strong in excited groups To the
woods-the first TO have their souls saved,
the latter TO try and ease the hearts of 9TH
lers-and not until the sun had gone down
were the vigilant searchers rewarded. But
as the sombre hue of the evening gathered
and hung like pail over the tree-tops en-
blematic Of the foul deed beneath them, the
boy was found, q dead squirrel at his side,
the fine curly head of yonng Frank blown to
atoms, and his fair face almost beyond rec
ognition.
"Was it suicideP' No. for in that event
his gun would have been found near him.
But that was missing. Was 1t murder? Yes,
for close examination showed that he had
been shot from behind, the charge entering
the back of the head squarely.
Such crime might have been the fatal
termination OF some eastern vendetta OF
well become the feverish-blooded Siciliap,
who, hating once, hates always, and at the
opportune moment viper-like, strikes un.
seen and without warning. But In this en-.
lightensd country 'Who could be the mur.
derer Of an innocent boyy' was asked by
many as they stood In the dim twilight over
his mangled form, but silence only gave an.
swer and he was borne 10 the home Of his
grief stricken parents.
THE INQUEST.
A coroner's jury was summoned who
brought in verdict in accordance with the
facts, murder by some person or persons
unknown" and the day following he was
buried, and with him In his grave all the
secrets and mysteries of his death.
There Is an eye that never sleeps Days
weeks, months few by, and although, tn,
detectives were employees and all on III,
alert, still there was no one on whom ever
the breath of suspicion could rest 1t wa.
hoped that the missing gun would be found
and thus give clew to the mystery thai
: ] seemed more deeply o'ershadowed each day
but to-day brought the same answer as yes
terday-no trace.
AFTER FIVE YEARS.
Five years had passed since the fatal Sat
urday. Old excite ments had given place t.
new ones, and the throwing into the county
prison of bank. clerk, . young man Of
about twsnt.sfvs, and highly connected
was the topic. None knew for a certainty
his offetse. II was hinted embezzlement
but ali was mere speculation. The arres,
had been made by detective, but guilty O,
nQk there was one In the city to whom hs
haaapllgited his troth; one whose heart in
the silence Of her own chamber, was in
shame almost bowed to death In the refec-
ton that she handsome face Of her lover
looked OF On,the world through the iron
gra&pg q felon's cell. Both, in addition TO
thekeSAad interest Of personal friends, had
public sympathy, andmany said that Harry
Hawkins would not long remain where he
w&.i ',.s fsa ~
11JlAl VAGUE Clue.
HSenfss from Urbana lived a charcoal
burner bythe name Of Wade, and near him
sman by the name Of Williams. These
two men seemed to find delight in each
othef's eQnpany, to the exclusion of almost
every one else, were always seen together,
am &lhle neither Of them drank, both were
kndnnih ti1s community as most notorious
evaders of truth and enjoyed the confidence
Of no one.
Tbedly following the arrest Of young
HsuA1aA wsde waa b town, when Col.
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