The Arkansaw traveler., 1884-10-25

vengeance against, you skn snd d-il reached youl You went on your u1y re. joicisg; your hsat vas warm vish lovs and the smiles q the woman yeu robbed me Of; my heart vss scorched by the flames of bitter, deadly hatel You tracked the deer among the cedars; nine was human game! We met. Hot word. passed. You gave me the He. Ons thrust of the knife and the rich, the hand. some, the successful vooer was food foI beasts and birds. They did their wcri we'll for not trace of the knife-thrus, through your heart remained to tell the story of our meeting among the shadow cedarA The poor simpletons over there who make merry tonight, little know o the tale could tell. Her heart will DO, always thro5 for the absent one. will go to her; will tell her that you were false, and that you left her for more be loved one. In my eyes she will see that warmth of passion which shall enkindle a new love in her heart. And then, then l shall win and wear her. will bask in her smiles cuii the sweet kisses of her lovely ips-while the chill blasts oi winter and warm summer rams sweep over your unnamed grave here in the wilderness"
 The moon sinks behind a cloud, and the sh .dows in the forest recesses grow denser, as the impassioned man, demon like misses the hot words from between his clenched teeth. Shaking his list to- ward the snowy mound under a stunted cedar, he turned upon his heel and re- traced his steps.
 He reaches the hotel, passes the thresh- old and-a pair of steel handcuffs en- circle his wrists. The sound of the violin is hushed the females crowd back to the walls as the men drag Winders Forney into the dance hall.
 Friends, there stands the murderer of the man whose skeleton was found up in the cedars last summerw The speaker was old Stephen Arcott. He stepped forward and pointed his finger toward Forney.
 Gentlemen, there must be some mis- take"
 There can be no mistake !" broke in the stern voice of the gruif old English man.
 Why do you accuse me P
 "You have accused yourself-"
 It's an infamous ie!' harshly inter. rupted Forney.
 Did you not go from the hotel. cross the bridge and pass on down to the cemetery? Did you not stand without the wall bounding the sacred spot, and hurl your blasphemous imprecations at the bones of your victim !'
 "My God man, what are you p cried Forney. covering back. His very soul seemed to revolt in horror from the s,ern- faced accuser, the pitiless agent of justice.
 "Winders Forney, followed you. | hid among the shadows; and l heard every word that fell from your lips. You stand here a seiGacoused prisoner of the law. When you are tried for the mur- der of James Iodine, l shall go before the bar of justice and repeat, word for word for they are so deeply engraved upon my mind that never can forget them-your soliloquy among the shadows, with your dead victims bones before you!'
 A strange, painful hush fell over all, as the old man uttered the doom of the murderer. The merry-makers Jeff and went to their homes.
 The next morning Winders Forney was conveyed to the county jail. In due course of time he was tried and sentenced to the scaffold. The latter was, however, out of its just prey; for he was found one morning in his ceii-dead susp&nded from cord faStened to bar of the window. And this, friend reader, is the one and only mystery of which AToots, a we'll known resort to sporting men at this latter day, can boast.