The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1889-10-03

from MS employers S desk. confronted
him on the spot and accused him of the
crime. But what was my horror when,
without even replying to me. he called
in Mr.. Bennett and denounced me as
the thief.
II could scarcely believe the evil
dence OF my ears. Was this internal
villain the man in whose care l would
have intrusted my sisters happiness?
In a few excited words | told my en-
ployer the truth.
Henry, said Dunbar, with we'll
feigned expression of grief, do not
add falsehood to your other crime. Mr..
Bennett, he added, am willing-nay
anxious-that the most searching in.
vestigation of the case should be made.
l have good name which l can not
afford to lose. l propose that you send
a man at once to both my house and
Varrey's and have them thoroughly
examined
"Ah, the artful villain! This had
been deep-laid plot.
'FThe messenger was sent. In an
hour he returned with several of the
stolen articles, and some marked
money, which had been stolen from
Mr.. Bennett's safe, and which he had
found in my trunk. In Dunbar house
he found no evidence whatever that
would point to that man as the thief.
The scoundrel had carefully concealed
all evidence Of his crime.
ut looked bad for me. Every thing
pointed to my guilt, and every one be.
ieved me guilty. Yes, every one; for
bitterest blow of all, that Internal vii
lian, Dunbar, succeeded in making
even my beloved mother and sister be-
ieve that / was thief. They ac-
cepted his statement and rejected mine.
| could have borne any thing else
with fortitude, but this completely
broke me down."
well, | was tried, found guilty and
sentenced to two years Imprisonment.
81 had served out one year of my
term when Edmund Dunbar married
my sister. 0, would she had never
seen his face; for they had not been
married three months when it was
learned that Dunbar had wife and
child in Chicago whom he had deserted
several years before.
"'Yes, he said, with brutal laugh,
when my sister accused him of his
falseness and deceit; it's true, Nelly,
that that woman is my wife. [ suppose
Unjust leave you now. Well, I've been
happy with you, and would have pre-
ferred you to her, but it can't be
helped
"Maddened with shame and anguish,
my sister rushed from the house and
threw herself into the river. The next
day her body was recovered and laid
in the family plot. This blow killed
my mother. A month later she was
laid by my sisters side.
Thus was l robbed of honor and
reputation and of the dear ones that
were more to me than all else on earth,
by one in whose care would have en-
trusted my very life.
"At the expiration of my term left
the prison and came to this camp, not
with the intention or desire of making
a fortune, but in the hope that l might
thus isolate myself from all l had ever
known before.
Il have lived for one thing-to meet
Edmund Dunbar again. Last night
when saw the new conner in youl.
camp, | fancied I saw resemblance
to the man who SO foully wronged me.
But l was not certain, for the heavy
beard which he wore had effected a
great change in his appearance, But
this morning / met him when l was
taking stroll and knew him at once.
THE sacrifice of his life can not
atone for the past, but leave the rest
to Heaven; what / have done l can
not regret. l may be wrong, but /
can not believe it.
That is all I have to say, gentle
men"
"And that man, Frisco Bill, was
Edmund Dunbar?" demanded old Sam
Barton, in husky voice.
Yes
Boys" shouted Barton, while the
tears streamed down his bronzed and
rugged face, "I move that we release
the prisoner"
Second the notion" responded
every man in the crowd.
":Dominie, you kin go" said Bar
ton, grasping Varrey's hand and
pressing it warmly.
With slow tread and downcast eyes
Henry Varrey walked out of the camp
and disappeared among the trees.
Not one of US ever saw or heard of
him again. Omaha World.
Struck Him as About Right.