A DYING MAN S CONFESSION
Then he went on as follows: -
I have never given up, until now. But now I have given up. I am going
to die. I made up my mind last night that it must be, and very soon,
too. You say you are going to revisit your river, by-and-bye, when you
find opportunity. Very well; that, together with a certain strange
experience which fell to my lot last night, determines me to tell you my
history - for you will see Napoleon, Arkansas; and for my sake you will
stop there, and do a certain thing for me - a thing which you will
willingly undertake after you shall have heard my narrative.
Let us shorten the story wherever we can, for it will need it, being
long. You already know how I came to go to America, and how I came to
settle in that lonely region in the South. But you do not know that I
had a wife. My wife was young, beautiful, loving, and oh, so divinely
good and blameless and gentle! And our little girl was her mother in
miniature. It was the happiest of happy households.
One night - it was toward the close of the war - I woke up out of a sodden
lethargy, and found myself bound and gagged, and the air tainted with
chloroform!
