The Arkansaw traveler., 1889-04-13

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 There came 6 loud knock at the front door.
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 "Open this doorl"
 "I can't. Haven't got the keysn
 "Open it or we'll break it down" Cant, tell you"
 Break 1t down. boysn
 Crash crash They were at work with sledae- hammers.
 Some one knocked at the back door. "HuIlett," said low voice, "open the door. "I have mes- sage from the sheriff" Crash crash
 "I am not with the mob If you don't open the door Major Patterson says he will kill you"
 The jailer hastened to the back door and opened 1t. Henry Osbury sprang into the corridor. "Open that cell door 70 he exclaimed. "I can't-wites got the keys"
 "IIere," said woman, throwing bunch of keys into the corridor. The jailer seized the keys
 "Open the door," Henry cried, Cor, by the God above, will shoot youi" He pointed a pistol at the iailer.
 "The mob will kill me if-n "Open 1t, or will kill you this minutel"
 A terrific crash The front door was yielding. The jaier tremblingly unlocked the cell door The muzzle of pistol was pressed against his head
 "Run, Burwood!" 1" Henry cried. "Run for your life and may God bless youI"
 He clapped his hat on my head. In another moment was in garden, and then plunged into the creek. l scrambled out on the other side, ran across a field ran into skirt of woods, and thence into another field. I stopped and listened, but heard nothing the plaintive lullaby of negro Crossing another field and passing through another skirt of woods, came to & turnpike and 1t was not long until discovered that it was the road which passed the Osbury farm. would see the colo mel again; would rest again, even if for no longer than few moments under roof W hich had grown 30 dear to me- knew that 1t was dangerous, yet followed the turnpike. The clouds, executing their all-day threat, began to pour out wild dashes atw1n Nka.wl wmsAk N summer outburst. but with the rumbling growl of November storm, seemed to roll across the fields, deepening with sudden jolt as it struck the rugged spurs of the ridge. Now the turnpike was an endless stretch of flame, upon which streaks of fire were falling, and then the blackness of Tcoffin's cloth would fall upon it. l heard the rapid approach of horses, and running to the roadside, lay low down in a corner of the fence. The light ming glared and l saw three men passing me, gal loping furiously, and for a moment fanced that they part of the storm. Again hastened onward, and again had to hide as horsemen came dashing from an opposite direction. l stood on 6 hill, and when the lightning flashed I caught a glimpse of the colonel's house. hastened onward. wailiug sound caused me to stop. The light ming showed me that was in front of Jack Gaps cabin. 1 heard the waiing sound again, and I stepped into the yard. The door was open, for saw the dull, red eye of 8 smouldering fire. There came vivid flash of light. 1 saw Mrs Gap kneel- ing on the floor, with her hands clasped in despair -I saw a trundle- bed drawn out from the wall-I caught sight of a little face. The pale child was dead.
 hastened to the house. The front door was locked and, instead of knocking, I went around to the gallery. The side door was ajar, and stepped in just as Luzele coming down the hall, carry ing light. She startled at seeing me that she came near dropping the lamp, and it was some time before either of spoke. She was deathly pale and noticed that there were black rings under her eyes.
 "Oh Mr. Burwood" she said with gasp.
 With a desperate effort mastered myself. "Is the colonel in the library?" asked.
 "Why did you come back here tonight, MT. Burwood?"
 "I hardly know-I hardly know anything-yes, I know that Gaps little child is dead"
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