The Arkansaw traveler., 1885-01-17

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 I am not here to deny any of your rights. and you are not to deny mine, are you, dear husband and unclep' She laughed.
 T would spare you. Oh, cannot die this way like dog"
 Not this way, uncle2 A dog does not die this way. Does any one marry dog, tie him and kill him? An, no, dogs de- serve better death. They are shot. How like to look at your hell wrought face. Oh, mother, can you look down and see this picture !" clasping her hands and gazing upward. "oh, is not your blackened vessel of revenge nearly full "Old man, do you want to prayr
 She drew dagger fire m her bosom.
 Let me pray to you for Gods sake !"
 No, pray to God for your own sake.
 "You ask your mother to look down. Can you look down after the awful hour comes lfyou would meet her above, spare me-"
 Then God would forgive me-" "Yes."
 Forgive me of the murder of your wife ?"
 He will forgive everything"
 "Oh you selfish wretch. Husband, you will never grow any older to me-" with a mocking laugh. "No, you are nearly as old as you will ever be. You didn't know how truthfully had spoken"
 "You will be hanged if you murder me-"
 "I will save them the trouble When they come for me-if they come to the right place-they will find me. will be in the river"
 "Would you throw your life away merely for the eradication of murdering an old man?'
 have not told you all. l loved young man. You swore his life away in court. Oh, what villains all of us arel l asked you just now if you wanted to pray"
 "I can't pray. l."
 "All right"
 She placed the dagger to his bosom. "Your heart is over here, believe. never did understand the anatomy of a hog. TAeye and Here and Meye!W
 He received the dagger without change of ofcountenance. The awful ex- pression his face assumed when she touched him gently with the weapon could not have been intensified had he hundred hearts and every heart received death blow.
 His happie-t night" she said, look ing at her bloody work. Now, for my own part" as she took out written con- fession and laid it on the table. She opened the door and looked out on the night. Not star was visible. A night bird shrieked as she closed the door be- hind her. With her bloody hands clasped, she walked toward the river. She trembled when she heard the rush of the waters, but only halting for a mo- ment, she sprang from the overhanging bluff.
 Late next day two of the neighbors went over to Hogroe's.
 "I don't see nobody round, Lige," said one of them. "They must have gone back over to Skettles' place. "He won't care if we grind our axes, though. Come on. The grind-stone is out in the back yard"
 While they were grinding their axes, Skettles rode up to the fence and asked
 "Where's the old man?"
 "Don't know" replied Lige. Thought mebbe he mout be over at your house."
 "No, haven't seen him." said Sket- ties dismounting. "He's the happiest man in the world, reckon"
 Skettles walked around to the front porch and a moment later exclaimed:
 "Great God, men, come herep
 It was horrible spectacle. The old man, with his eyes wide open looked as though in death he felt something terri ble.
 The confession, found on the table, closed with these words:
 "You will all shudder and say, what a fiendish deed-what a pitiless wretch. Yes, l confess it all. am everything you may call me. write this the night before my marriage. How calm the night is; no sign of cloud or darkening shadow. but in my bosom there would arise storm were to yield. Oh, the ugly houndl l could hardly keep my | dagger from leaping into his heart last | night as we walked together. How wish | that he had thousand lives and that had q thousand hands and q th cr,.~A