The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1899-03-18
syuNTlNUED FROM LAST WEEK.

CONTINUED FROM LAST WEEK.
We ore about to lift up the vail from be-
aween our readers and the last terrible act
in 6his thrilling drama of real life. Before
we do so We want our readers 90 assemble
ri eht near the footlights that we may the
better portray to their imaginations the
awful scenery beyond.
And now we ring up the curtain and
nerciful God, the awful tragedian is pull
ing the crimson stained knife from the
Vi6sls OF his victim, and now he is wiping
the CORY blade on his overalls, his crooked
eyes are flashing and dancing with hellish
sglee. Then our hearing sense takes in the
asiteous means Of the suffering victim, who
Lying about half way through the he'd ge
fenue, and his iutestipps are hanging from
many Of The c'usl thorns which he'd
him fast till his awful foe had sprung
rapon him and plunged the keen blade to
She hills in his abdomen, and pulled it
athwart, jas. tie very same rs Ee had dore
,Cuce bellr. in Back Creek Neck.
And light near the awful trageliau, hat
less and c)at!e'a, stands the iustigltor o.
She draoatist, who was the author OF the
hellish play, and the subtle I;nnve is still
yelling, don't cut him, BEN don't murder
him, Ben; for Gods sake don't get us all
Snto trouble. And he, knowing all the
time that his diIhnlicll pl,e hal worked
Alike charm, and that the miserable vic
tim was even then, with his very last gasps
,agonizingly calling for the sinner 5 friend
rjo come and rescue his never dying soul
%1om the evil one, whose hid,ous form was
already present and ginning between his
,swo imps, the uncle aud the nephew. Oh,
yes, all, everything which have tried in
my jumbling mann er to portray was really
depicted on the scenery beyond.
Now it isn't my purpose TO 90 into the
rGrials Of these two culprits, neither the
Fprelim mary nor final. But for the edlicl-
-tion OF hundreds of readers OF the CECIL
WING who live at great distance from
rshe scene of this thrilling narrative, we
will merely say that George, the uncle nf
'cIess eyed Ben, was convicted of murder in
the first degree, and sentenced to he hanged
but his eminent counsel left no stone un-
t5urned in getting his first sentence conI-
muted to life imprisonment in the Mary
LAND pententiary where he soon sjc<enr |
arc died But the twelve men, good and
truc who were sworn to try crooked eyed
hen, had a more serious job on their minds
.&nG hearts, aud after many Of the jurors.
who had never seen Ben before, caught the
full glare of his crankling OPTICS they
cane 60 the conclusion that several screws
were loose in Beu's Uranium, and in con
sequence the crooked eyed hddlcr's necl,
was saved the second time, and he only
vent up for eighteen years.
And Row, dear reader, we will drop all
rthese gears through which cross eyed Ben
and poor old inoifensive Becky Jane have
Kept as silent as the grave, and watch for
ste home coming of the cross eyed
musician.
Winter had gone at last. Like the sulleI
old man that he is he had retreated grudg
'ingly with slow, tagging step before tbs
advance Of all-co quering spring maiden
But he has gone at last, and the meadows
Long imprisoned in his strong arms, CLEAN,
ed greerlv in the warm sur; the trees put
forth their buds with timidity that grew
'into strength with each succeeding day,
and the birds sang out their advent song OF
Joyous summer.
SO warm was the air that swept softly
r5hrough either alley on each side of the
ruined village on the hill, hearing upon its
bosom the familiar sounds OF glorious
spring, the lowing Of the cows, for their