Reporter and farmer. [volume] (Webster, Day County, Dakota [S.D.]) 188?-1946, 1894-09-20

have been rigid justice IL / had done
SO, but ! could not bring myself to 10
1t. 1 had long determined that he
should have a show for his life. il he
chose to take advantage of ii. Among
the many billets which / have filled
"a America during my wandering life,
l was once janitor and sweeper our
OF the laboratory at York College.
One day the professor was lecturinG
on poisons. and he showed his students
some alkaloid. as he called it, which
he had extracted from South Ameri-
can arrow poison, and which was SO
powerful that the least grain meant
instant death. l spotted the bottle in
which the preparation vas kept. and
when they were all gone / helped my
self TO a little OF it. / was a fairly
good dispenser. SO / worked thiS aka
loid into small soluble pills, and each
pill l put in Il box with a similar pill
made without the poison. / determine
ed at the time hat when / had my
chance my gentlemen should each have
a draw out of one of these boxes, while
/ ate the pill that remained. 1t would
be quite as deadly and n good deal
less noisy than firing across n hand
kerchief. From that 1 had always my
pill boxes about me, and the time aad
now come, when l was to use them.
1T was nearer 1 than l., and a wild
bleak night, blowing hard and raining
In torrents. Dismal as ii was outside,
l was glad within-so glad that ! could
have shouted out from pure exultation.
If any Of you gentlemen have ever
pinned for a thing, and lopged for it
during twenty years, and then sudden
ly found 1t within your reach, you
would understand my feelings. / lit a
cigar and pulled at it TO steady my
nerves, but my hands were trembling,
and my temples throbbing with excite
ment. AS | drove, / could see old John
Farrier and sweet Lucy looking at me
out Of the darkness and smiling at me,
just as plain as l see you all in this
room. All the way they were ahead
Of me, n on each side of the horse,
until / pulled up at the house in Brix-
ton Read.
There was not asoul to be seen o
a sound TO be heard. except the drip
ping Of the rain. When | looked in at
the window, 1 found Drebber all hud-
shook him by the arm. It's time to get
OUT / said.
All right, cabby,' said he.
II suppose he thought we had corne
to the botel that he had mentioned, for
lie got out without another word ard
followed me down the garden. l had
to walk beside him to keep him
steady, for be was stll a little top
heavy. When we came to the door I
oTtned 1t ard led him into the front
room. 1 give you my word that all
the way the father and daughter were
walking In front Of us.
" It's Internally dark lie said,
stamping about.
Wen soon have n light I said,
striking amarch and putting IL to a
wax candle which / had brought with
ME. Now. Enoch Drebber,' l contin-
ued, turning to him, and holding the
light to my own face, Who am /?
HE gazed at me with bleared,
drunken eyes for a moment, and then
/ saw a horror spring up In them and
convulse his whole features, which
showed me that he knew me. He
staggered back with n livid face, and I
saw the perspiration break out upon
his brow. while his teeth chartered.
At the sight, l leaned my back against
the door and laughed long and loud.
I had always known that ven
geance would be sweet but had never
hoped for the contentment Of soul
which now possessed me.
You dog!" 1 said, II have hunted
you from Salt Lake City to st. Peters
burg, and you have always escaped
me. Now, at last, your wanderipgs
have come to an end, for either you or
/ shall never see tO-morrow's sun riSe.'
He shrunk still further away as i spoke
and l could see on his face that he
thought I was mad. SO I was for the
time. The pulses In my temples beat
like sledge-hammers, and / believe I
would have had a fit OF some sort IL
the blood had not gushed from my
nose and relieved me.
What do you think Of Lucy Terrier
now" l cried. locking the door and
shaking the key In his face. PUN.
iShment has been slow In coming, but
it has overtaken you at last l saw
his coward lips tremble as I spoke.
He would have begged for his life, but
he knew well that 1t was useless.
Would you murder me?' he STAN
mered.
There is no murder / answered.
Who talks Of numbering a mad dog?
What mercy had you upon my poor
darling when you dragged her from
her slaughtered father, and bore her
away to your accursed and shameless
haremY
ut was not I who killed her faith
er! he cried.
CTo Be Continued.)