The Arkansaw traveler., 1884-08-16
Uri1er fer The frkdssazs Travfier.
 GRYLE DASKO'S REVENGE.
B4 GEORGE KENI.


 hearted, untruthful and not altogether honest. He had lived in the community of Burrowville from early boyhood till the marriage of Jennie pedon to Henry Coulsoa; then he retired from society," as nearly as possible from civilization by establishing himself as hunter and herder away back in a range of the Buffalo mountains.
 Once year he ventured out from his retreat to purchase salt and coffee, but he avoided, even then, as much as possible all contact with farmer, relatives and friends.
 The cause of this eccentricity was known. He had sought the hand of the fair Jennie in their early days and had been tilted in favor of Coulson. His Spanish blood would never still without revenge, and he awaited with ever in- creasIng heartlessness for an opportunity. It came. Coulson had lost large amount of his fortune and had undertaken to re- cruit by cattle dealing.
 When he had invested his last farthing in herd and taken them to the moun- tains for grass, Gryle found a chance to scatter murrain among them and in two weeks not one remained alive. Coulson was man of proud spirit but weak constitution. He soon died of grief and his wife and children, girl and boy aged respectively eleven and seven years, were soon homeless.
 Gryle's scheme was working he sought the widow, insinuated himself into her confidence by promises of happiness for her children, offered the comforts of his wealth in exchange for her hand and was accepted.
 The four were soon on their way to Gryle Dasko's home. Sad fate. "I have suffered from your conduct and you shall suffer from mine," were the first words which greeted the poor woman's tor tured ear when she landed at Cryles place.
 Just before supper that evening he dragged large jug from the cupboard with the remark, "This has not been touched since the day thou didst play thy little game of jilting upon me, fair dame, and will now celebrate my vic- tory over thy royal pride by freely par taking hereof"
 The now fairly frightened mother read the dreadful warrant of her doom in the revengeful character of his sarcasm and tone. At once she divined the wretched- ness of her remaining days, and saw the furious brand of her children's miseiy in the devilish flash of her husbands eye.
 She saw the meanness of a hundred hends and read the brutality of thou sand Neros in his hard, murderous voice. She was at the point of his flint edged mercy, but she would be brave. To invoke his pity would be vain and to resist his tyrrany would be insanity.
 He drank tumblerful ot the brandy, then turned and kicked little Charley sprawling into the coals and ashes on the hearth. |" Mercyr exclaimed the woman, as she seized the boy and lifted him from the fire. Mother, Mother" shrieked Maggie. Looking round Mrs. Dasko beheld her daughter struggling to get away from the william who held an ear ring which he had torn from her ear in one hand and large wisp of hair, scalp and all, in the other. She seized an iron poker and struck with all her might at his brutish hand. lie staggered but was very slightly stunned. He turned like tiger upon her; he would murder her He'd wait no longer. Long, cruel re- venge was sweet, but he would make it short and lasting. Satan would not con- template the destruction of all heaven with kesner delight thin he would vit- ness the death-strusgle sf that once proud woman; all the soul of hell would not gaze with more sssernsas over rspast of angels than would his long tusorsd savy, jsalousy and neanaes over the final agoaies of this te.dez and bsausifai Jsnaie.
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