The Yakima herald. [volume] (North Yakima, W.T. [Wash.]) 1889-1914, 1894-10-25

ton army. think you'll like that.
Familiar-Wretch You have Har.
veyized nickel heart. But your time ia
short and then.
Editor-Pesce, Dim Unreality! Pro-
ceed-snd make yourself as clear as your
limitations will permit.
Familiar-When, as said, the
Others appeared in the plot and
compsnionship helped him along,
LaVergne frightened his grip with
unmistakable hints OF serious trouble to
him II he failed to 20 through with his
work. Hints that now seemed vague and
foolish enough. but that then seemed to
him to point clearly to his being put out
of the way of betraying the plot, and he
went down under the steady pressure of
the influence OF stronger mind, a harder
villain. and consented. He curses him.
self now for the weak fool he was. Now
that the storm has blown the mists away,
he sees and wonders at the false light in
which he viewed the thing; he realizes
the semi.hypnotic domination which the
arch-murderer exercised over him, but
knows, too, that he could have broken
away from it il be would. Too late |!
Too late! and the knowledge is agony.
He sees himself (it seems long agol
waiting behind the fence-nerving and
screwins himself up to the m urder I;
stifiling thought and conscience in his
cowardly courage. God! how did he
ever manage to stand there. with the gun
in his hand, so long? 1t seems hours
now-hours OF agony. And he sees his
victim coming. He draws back. The
man passes. Yes, Bagwelll Quick
or he'll pass the corner OF the store. He
raises his gun, points il straight in the
mans back, and he has fired. He can't
see. He can't hear. He has an impress
sion that the man pitched heavily for
ward, with grosn. He flies, knowing
that he is murderer. Fear has seized
him. He runs as he never ran before
like the scared murderer he is. But If
anyone gees him running he will be ar
rested-he must walk. He hears foo t.
step. He is off again. driven by ever
growing fear-horrible fear! He reaches
home; he listens all night long.
He lay in anguish dark and deep:
His fever'd eyes he dared not close
But stared aghast at sleep:
For Sin had rendered unto her
The keys of He'll to keep"
Next day he goes ont, and learns, what
he had never doubted, that Bagwell is
dead. In every face that looks in his he
fears to see suspicion, He detects it
clearly in many. Every step behind him
sends the shudder of anticipated arrest
through him. And then the inquest.
He can not choose but 20. He is not,
apparently, suspected as yet. But there
is the corpse. The dead man draws him.
life he took. What is it he sees there
Horror! The man is dead-the eyes are
closed-the face has the waxen hue OF
the grave. And yet it looks at him, &C.
cusing him. "Thon art the mani" o.!
it is CHASTITY. The King of Terrors has
driven the iron into his soul. He cannot
endure it, He flies from the scene OF his
crime, thinking that change OF surround
ings will bring mitigation OF this awful
dread. Vain hope He knows not what
is going on in Yakima. Uncertainty Is
worst OF all. What il LaVergne, or one
OF the others, should turn states evil
dence? He must return. No, he can
not. He dares not. The terror grows.
He cannot talk with his fellow man. Be.
tween him and them the murder pushes
itself in. He sees il between his face
and theirs. They speak to him, but he
knows not what they say. He hears
nothing but the gibbering terror that is
with him morn, noon, and night. Oh.
the agony of it. Must this 20 on for
ever? Better give himself up. Why
not? Anything is better than this. But
to hang! Well, that will end it, Then a
hand is layed on his shoulder. He
turns, with gasp. 1t is the sheriff
How awful he looks! He is the law
The one fear casts out the other. He is
arrested How much do they know !?
Do they know all? The sheriff is nom
commttal He founders, and begins to
commit himself. Oh There it is: "iou
are arrested for the murder OF Tex Bag
wellw He knew it must come, but it is
like the blow of heavy knife. And yet,
there is more relief in it than added fear
as yet. And Eugene Aram walked
along with gives upon his wrists" Then
anne the prison cell-the efforts of those
interested to extort confession-his
cowardly determination to save his own
miserable neck, as he was assured he
would
Editor-Who gave him that assurance?
The officers all swore they did not
Familiar--They did? o, mani Great
is thy faith, but small thy understanding.
Then the trial-the sea OF faces all gazing
at him as though he were some strange,
evil thing. The relentless questioning
the terrible necessity to tell the brutal
truth aloud to his fellow men. How
hard it was
Editor-But did he tell the whole
truth?
Familiar Certainly not. But you must
wait.
Editor-They say that he ia so torn by
remorse that his reason is lettering. Is
that 400