The Forrest City times., 1893-04-28

few moments believe was bereft of my senses recovered by degrees but it was only to realize in moro acute degree my situation.
 There lay my victim, and was a murderer. My trial. conviction, and the hideous gallows all passed before met Who would believe me? 1 sat down, buried my face in my hands and so bbed like child. My wife, my own comfortable home, should l ever see them again?
 What was to be done? Should arouse the house and make clean breast of it? But what could l say? Tell them l had killed man in my sleepo Not soul would believe the story. Could I effect my escape? I'm. possible: knowing the town was in and the nature of its inhabitants, could not even hope for trial Good God, could see it all; the wild mob, the hastily erected gallows, or perchance, a rope hung over the branch of tree, to hang by the neck until dead. Hanged by the neck! Yes, that would be my fate. As this terrible thought crossed my mind, I cast my eyes around the chamber, they fell upon a bean with hooks in it;from thence they wan dered to the mans clothes on the top of which lay-evidently his-a large bandanna handkerchief.
 sudden inspiration seized me; means of safety suggested itself to my mind. Suppose l could make it appear Al. Xl. l,ol tad SrrtaiIa Yes, that was my only chance, and determined to execute it. l took the dead mans handkerchief, and advanced to the corpse, with an awful repug- nance, however. My hands trembled so I could scarcely adjust the moose. but finally succeeded, putting one end around the mans neck. l stood on chair and fastened the other end of the handkerchief to a hook in the beam; letting go of the body it swung to and fro, into space.
 jumped into bed and, closing my eyes, shut out the horrible sight; by this time it was broad daylight. As lay. quaking with fear, heard the steps of two men on the stairs. They seemed to be carrying something heavy be- tween them. The long anticipated moment had arrived. In few seconds they would discover the body. Would the ruse succeed with them? If so l might hope to deceive others. The door opened and two men en- tered the room, placing something heavy on the foor l never stirred. 'Well, rm blessed if this ere man ain't gone and hanged himself agains" said a voice which recognized as the landlords.
 By golly, that's true.' said the other man. "No, sec how it is; the stranger found out the trick you played on him, and. not liking the idea of sleeping with corpse, he tucked l him up there to get rid of him."
 You're right" replied the landlord. He's cool 'un, anyway; and. would you believe it, last night I took him l for a coward. That shows how easy 1t | is to be mistaken in people"
 We'll, to make long story short, the man. so I found out afterward, was a miner who, coming into town, had gambled away all his money, and in despair had hung himself in the cham Der the night before.
 When l went down to breakfast everyone knew the joke and l was looked upon as tenderfoot with lots of sand l soon returned home and told the adventure to my friends, but not as I have told it to you, dear readers, but with the same construc- ton that the landlord of the Golden Eagle put upon it. However, my wife guessed at the truth. have never | travelled as a commercial man since. = F. J. Sargent, in Yankee Blade.