St. Tammany farmer. [volume] (Covington, La.) 1874-current, 1905-03-25

ne mad met him; but he was pOSlt1v,
that some where, some time-and i
did not seem to be long ago nor ia
away-he had been face to face will
that crouching miscreant whose evi
passions glared angrfy in the red ligh
from the fire.
Everett felt his knees knocking %
gether; his hair seemed to stand or
end, and his eyes ached, as if they
were bursting from their sockets. HI
saw the man draw q long knife and
feel it's edge; he saw devilish lust and
murder glare more fiercely in the fire.
lit face; and he tried to cry out. Only
hoarse rattle in his throat respond
| ed to his will. a.=. ..-......~.
Then, within the cabin, the girls
low voice began its old song:
''voice of the night-wind, mournfully
stealing-''
The murderer uttered a cry and
sprang forward; a wild Shrek came
from the cabin, and was echoed by
Everett. There was glare of red be-
fore his eyes; it seemed as il the cabin
stood in whirlwind of flame; and
then he fell over on his face in dead
faint.
The sun was up when he recovered,
and his clothes were wet with dew.
At first he could recollect nothing;
there was a dull ache in his head, and
his ears rang. Then he sprang to his
feet
They've been murdered" he cried,
"and I stood here without the power
to help them!"
He turned, but no cabin stood in tn,
glade. He sprang forward, and then he
saw, overgrown with grass and rank
weeds. the ruins of rough fireplace,
It was black and scorched, crumbled
and half indistinguishable, but there
could be no doubt that it was the last
relic of cabin.
Everett cried out and covered his
face. "No, no, no." he exclaimed. "It
was no dream! was awake saw
Christ! What did I see?"
He glared about him in uncontroll-
able fright; he shook with a spiritual
palsy; and his teeth chartered in his
head. A long pull at his flask brought
him to himself, and he started away
with but one idea-to get out of that
damnable glade. AS he did so, he per-
ceived a body lying in nearby hol-
low, where perhaps roothouse had
once stood. 1t was an immense relief
to discover that he Yas not alone,
though he had some fear that it might
prove grisly relic of what he had
seen.
"Pshaw," he said, speaking aloud to
give himself courage, ''it's some poor
devil who got lost as did; or it's a
in the blankets. Hello,
there! Do you intend to sleep all day?
The body stirred, and moan came
whats the matter?" Everett con-
tirued, running forward. care you
sick?'
There was no reply, and when
Everett bent down, he saw that the
man was asleep with an arm over his
face. There was something familiar
about the sleeper, and in a moment
Everett recognized him. He was Mr..
Latimer, an old gentleman who was
registered at the hotel, and with whom
he had had several pleasant conversa-
ions.
''This is enough to kill him." Ever
TT thought. "How in the world did |
lie get here?'
Latimer moaned, and his arm
!ropped to his side. exposing a white |
md contorted countenance, lined with |
7ears. There was an ugly snarl on
he lips, and Everett started. |
"The young mani" he gasped,
loarsely. "The murderer! My God!
t was this face! Age cannot change
Latimer began to humble, and |
Everett held his breath, but no articu-
ate words came. Then, slowly, as
everett knelt motionless beside the
leeper and gazed upon the death-white
ace, his old eerie horror began to re-
urn upon him; he could not move, nor
peak, nor think. His own personality
eemed TO be slipping away from him,
nd by imperceptible degrees his face,
90, grew white, and his eyes stared
ut with the unseeing life of the-sleep-
7alker. A look Of adherence spread
yer the countenance; he threw his
ands before him and groaned.
AS Latimer's dream continued, his
ace flashed with varying emotions,
rutalized below humanity; and with
very change Everett's countenance
ashed with increased detestation. For
ONE time the two remained motion
,ss, and then a strong shudder seized
he kneeling man, and he rose weakly
} his feet and staggered away. The
ght Of reason was in his eyes again.
nd feeling of awe was upon him.
II see it all,'' he said. God in
eaven, see it all! lived in that
evils mind-1 heard his dream! It
annot be otherwise. That hypnotic
Jul created again the phantasm OF
hat was once true; and it drew nae
ito its spectral world. He-he has
one this thing, and there is no pun
hment for him. No punishment, and
. one knows Of 1t but he and I!"-San
rancisco Argonaut.
Drove Of Bulls.