The Arkansaw traveler., 1884-01-26


 miles above i.lule Rock, sl.nds small stone house. baa 5o close against nil ,!s, .:s aassoa doorway look ate the opcnus ot ,. e.,Te. X saaaa slab 9et in the 0ai. over the manic!-pcac, atags the ieiloN ias inscription:
 7elttf Atass AnAs x < eS4-ta. l-l=i l. a=t RoA1.
 et i4Ate A.eSt.
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 Several days ago. the writer visited the old house, The place has a second story, dark, low den, filled with suiio- eating dus, and antiqua,ed cobwebs. In one corner of this dismal chamber IS d pile of rubbish, and among that rubbish the following, written on parchment, was found:
 lethro Cubson never had many friends. am lethro Gubson. l came to this will derness several years before the date ln- scribed over .he mantel-plece am an Engllshman. and came here l hardly know ~hy, hut let me, u any rate, say Il WAS because my wife Ian away with Lord FoNsen. shall not, however, enter into the dei...ls oi my domestic mi>fot- tunes. only so iar as such recital eaH throw the i,gh, oi palhaaon en subse- quent actions.
 One day, about a year after l had in lshed my house, and after the few 'n- dans lnhahltlng the Vast dis,Ect had learned lo either respect ar shun me. was sitting near my door, reading an odd old book. when shadow, causing an indescribable chill fell on me. l sprAng up, but the next instant l fell senseleSs to the ground. know not how long re- mained in this condition. but when re- gained consciousness, was lying on my own floor. bound hand and foot could not solve the mystery of my position. That the Indians had turned agalns; me was no, d very lucid surmise for l had never harmed one of them, and surely had nothing Tn my possession to excite ther cupidi,y. Evening came. and still no explanation. \, las, when darkness came and filled the cold room with dis- maj depression, footsteps approached, the door opened and some one entered. The some one went to the man,el- piece and took my lamp. md then kneel. ing on the hearth, he began to strike hght with fini and steel. The sparks flew ,n showers. and s,rained my eyes trying Ia catch glimpse oi hls face, but Il seemed ,ha, my perplcNly was not0o be snpn relieved. tlnall, the tow igni,ed and the lamp wick blaied. My eaptot pu, the lamp on the mantle P,e,e, and without turning around, sat down.
 "Say, there" called. bu, he did not look around. struggled with my bonds. but could no more release myself than an imprisoned soul could fly from the sul- phurous domain of Satan. Slowly he arose after a while, and took down the light. Bending over, and holding the lamp near the floor, he approached me When within d few feet of me, could not repress cry of horror. lie was Lord Towson, the man who had induced my wife 10 leave her home of honor and ily to one of shame. He set the lamp on the floor, and taking hold of me he dragged me to the wall and lifted me to sit,iag posture. For some time he gazed in,en,ly into my eyes, and l iel. Us though pois- onous hatred was being melted and poured into my soul.
 The fox is sly" he al length said, !" and builds his home in caverns where the light of day but rarely falls. but the hound, whose nose Is long and pointed, strikes his trail q, last and hunts him 10 the capture" His eyes glared and he seemed to be digging his nails into his flesh. He had changed greatly since l had seen him last, and his iace wore the deep lines of most haggard expression.
 s'I have followed you" he went on. working his face into picture of dark and tragic cast.
 "Why have you followed me? You ruined my home. Was not that quite enough?"
 Mot quite" he said, in voice almost as deep as a groan.
 aWhat had done to arouse an evil spirit within you.
 Nothing, until took your wife from you"
 "l did nothing then. did not at,emp, to follow you, but l turned away and