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VOL. XI.
Professional Directory,
ATrbSmTS AT LAW.
ISAAC-L. TOOLE
attorney at law,
| JS|“ na . Ga -
Will prarmce in (U CcKintrel of Hous
ton, Dooly, Pulaski, Macon, Sumter and
Worth. Also in the. Supreme Court of
Georgia, and in the United States Circuit
and District Courts within the State All
business entrusted to his care will receive
prompt attention. tcbl-tt
o~€. HORNE,
ATTORNEY AT LAW,
HAWHJNSVILLE, GEORGIA.
The Criminal practice; a specialty.
Jab. 4; 1877. jau4-ly
WOOTEN & BUSBEE,
ATTORNEYS AT LAW,
VIENNA, GEORGIA!
apfiS-tf
C. C. SMITH,
and CounkoHot’ at Law,
Aim Solicitor in Equity,
McVILLE, .... GEORGIA
Refers to Hon. Clifford Anderson, Capt.
John C. Rutherford and Walter B. Hill,
Esq., Professors of Law, Mercer Universi
ty law School, Macon, Ga.
Prdnipt attention given to all business
entrusted to my care. mar 22 6m
. EdwS martin*
ATTORNEY AT LAW,
PERRY, GEORGIA.
Will give immediate and carefhl atten
tion to all business entrusted to him in
Houston and adjoining counties.
Office in Home Journal buildimr on
public Square. tf
“ ROLLIN A. BTANLEY,
ATTORNEY at law
Dublin, Georgia.
Will practice in all the counties of the
Oconee Circuit. Prom long experience in
in’s Criminal Practice, hluch of his time
will bn specially devoted to that branch of
bis profession. ‘ feb24-tf
~ JACOB WATSON, "
ATTORNEY AT LAW,
Hawkinsvllle, Georgia.
WILL practice in the counties of Pu
laski, Dooly, Wilcox, Dodge, Tel-
Rkir, Irwin and Houston. Prompt atten
tion given to alt business placed in my
hands. apr Btf*
LUTHER A. HALL,
ATTORNEY at law
AND REAL ESTATE AGENT,
* Eastman, Ga.
WILL practice in all counties adjacent
to the M. <& B. railroad, the Su
preme Court of the State and the Federal
Court of the Southern District of Georgia.
For parties desiring, will buy, sell or lease
iby teal estate, or pay the taxes upon the
-,'ame in the counties of Dodge, Laurens,
\V ilcnx, Telfair and Appling. Office in
lit Court House. apr!stf
J. H. WOODWARD,
ATTORNEY AT LAW,
Ga.
WILL practice in the Superior Courts
in the counties of Dooly, Worth,
Wilcox, Pulaski and Houston, and by
special contract in other courts. Prompt
attention given to collections. mcMtf
l C. RYAN. J. B. MITCHELL.
RYAN & MITCHELL,
ATTORNEYS AT LAW
AND REAL ESTATE AGENTS,
Hawkinsville, Ga.
WILL practice in the counties com
prising the Oconee Circuit, and in
the Circuit and District Courts of the
United States for the Southern District of
Georgia. feblltf
J.M. DENTON,
attorney aT Law,
I PRACTICES in the Brunswick Circuit
L aUd elsewhere by special contract
Office at residence. Coffee county, Ga. P.
O. address, Hazlehurst, M. & B. R. 8.,
Georgia. ieb4tf
W. IRA BROWN,
ATTORNEY AT LAW,
k •. Vienna, Ga.
PtACTICES in the Superior Courts of
Oconee Circuit, and elsewhere iu the
Stale by special contract. Collections
and other business promptly attended
to 3-18-ly
JOHN H. MARTIN,
ITTOENE Y AT LAW
AND REAL ESTATE AGENTS,
Itawkinsville, Oa. .
PRACTICES in the Courts of Pulaski,
Houston. Dooly, Wlioex, Irwin,
Teifoir,'Dodge and Laurens. may-tf
CfIARLES C. KIBBEE,
ATTORNEY at law,
Hawkinsville, Gai
ill TILL piactice in the Circuit and Dis-
VV trict Courts of the United States
tor the Southern District of Georga, and
n the Superior Courts of Houston, Dooly,
Pulaski, Laurens, Wilcox, Irwin and
t)dge counties. June 291 y
' k. __
JOHN P. DELACT,
ATTORNEY AT LAW,
EABTMAN, GA.
Will pit iriice in the counties of Pulaski,
Dodge, Telfair, Laurens, Montgomery,
Wilcox, and Irwin, of tho Oconee Circuit,
an 4 Appling and Wayne, of the Bruns
wick Circuit.
Prompt attention given to all business
entrusted to his care. inn!7 tf
—
DU. T. F. WALKfilt. DU. F. M. JORDAN.
Drs. Walker & Jordan,
Waving associated themselves in the prac
tice of medicine, would respectfully offer
their professional services to the citizens
Of Cochran and vicinity. Office on Second
Street, next door to postoffice. At night
Dr. Jordan can l>e found in ids room in
the rear of his office. mar 22 ly
RATES OF SUBSCRIPTION.
The llawkinsville Dispatch will
be mailed (postage free; to subscri
bers in any paitofthe United States
one year for twb dollars. Six months
for one dollar.
A deduction of 26 cents will be
allowed each silbscriber in a club of
six, and in a club of ten an extra
copy of the paper will be sent gratis
No credit subscribers taken. The
Dispatch has the largest bona fide
circulation of any w-eckly paper in
the State.
Geo. P. Woods,
tf Editor and Proprietor.
The Bullock county Democrats are
to haVe a big time on the 27th of
June, that day having been fixed up
on to receive the banner which Mr.
Hartridge will present to the people
of that county, they having given
him the largest majority in the dis
trict at the last election.
The Early County News says:
“Mr. W. E. Harris, who has been I
teaching school in this county for
the last few months, was arrested on
Tuesday last by Sheriff Williams on
a requisition from the Governor of
Georgia. Mr, Harris is Charged
with the criiiie of ‘raising* the figures
on cotton receipts, and selling the
cotton on the raised receipts to a
merchant, in Columbia; Ala.”
Major George Hillyer, of Atlanta,
has been appointed by Governor
Colquitt, Judge of the Pulton Cir
cuit to fill the vacancy caused by the
death of Judge Peeples. He will
hold the office until the meeting of
the Legislature.
A correspondent of the Union and
Recorder writes that Mr. Murphy,
who lives in the northern part of
Washington county, has been plant
ing five acres in wheat for seven or
eight consecutive years, following by
sowing peas immediately after har
vesting, and turning under the peas
in the fall and again sowing wheat
with cotton seed as a fertilizer. Last
week Mr. Murphy cut and thrashed
156 bushels of good wheat from his
five acres—3l£ bushels average per
acre.
Admirers of Russian literature will
be pleased with this scrap of poetry
written by Alexis upon his departure
from New York:
“Owata jollitimiv ad
Sinci tooklevov mioldad!
Owata merricovive bin—
Ivespenta nawful pilovtin I
Damsorri tolevami now,
But landigoslien jingo vow,
Thelur kishwar mustavastop
Gotele grapiptoff topop.”
The Monroe Advertiser says:
“Reports from all sections of the
county represent the wheat crop as
the best for ten years past. The
large acreage sown and the fine yield
insures bread for our people. 1 here
will doubtless be thousands ot bush
els sold and shipped to the different
flouring mills in the State, and the
various mills of our county will pros
per more than at any time since the
war. Flour made from Monroe coun
ty wheat at out home mills, should be
and doubtless is, sweeter and better
than ‘bought’ flour.”
In Cambridge, Mass., the police
officers arrest all children found in
the streets during school hours, un
less they can give a good excuse for
their absence. An Irish boy recent
ly told an officer that ‘he had been
excused to attend a funeral.’ He was
found very soon afterwards at a base
ball match, and the officer inquired
why he was hot at the funeral. The
reply was that he had been to the
house, naming its resident, “but the
man wasn’t dead yet.”
“Julius, suppose there are six
chickens in a coop and the man sells
three, how many are there left?”
“What time ob day was it TV “What
time of day was it ? Why, what has
that get to do wid it?*’ “A good
deal, honey. If it was after dark,
dar wouldn’t be none lef, that is, if
you happened to come along dat
way.” “Look here, nigger, just stop
them persomalties ; if you don’t I’ll
explode your head wid a pump han
dle. I will, sartin as Moses.”
The Baltimore Gazette lays down
this plain proposition : “A news
paper that is afraid to express an
opinion for fear of losing a few sub
scribers, or a little advertising, is
quite likely to lose a good deal of
both in the end. Of course there
arc some small souls who are irri
taled at a truthful utterance in a
public journal,particularly if it inter
feres with their business, and straight
way they rush to stop the offending
paper. But the great world stiU
keeps moving on, the sun still shines,
the Tain falls, and things generally
work along in about the same groove
as usual. If people would only take
this lesson lovingly to heart, they
might save themselves much annoy
ance.”
We often hear of a man “being in
advance of his age,” but whoever
heard of a woman being in such a
predicament?
HAWKINSVILLE, GA., THURSDAY MORNING, JUNE 21, 1877.
A Golden Bullet;
—OR—
“MURDEB WIJLIi OUT.”
In 1851, when new gold fields were
being discovered every day in the
eastern portion of California, there
were a number of persons who, tired
of the uncertainties of mining, were
looking around through the Tallies
for some spot to settle down iu agri
cultural pursuits. Several families
crossed the bay from San Francisco
and pitched their tents on either side
of San Leandro creek, about eight
miles above Oakland, at a point less
than one mile from the foot of the
mountains.
Among these settlers was a car
penter named Robert Gilmore, origi
nally from Pennsylvania where he
had a family. Deserting them for a
woman named Elizabeth Miller, the
two proceeded to the Golden State
together; and after a lot of bard
knocks we find them keeping an inn
at the foot of the mountains near
San Leandro. About this time,
about the only frequenters about the
house were Spaniards and ‘greasers,’
and as money was very scarce with
them, the Gilmores did a very poor
business in the way of cash.
Robert Gilmore was the most con
sumate scoundrel the world ever pro
duced. He was apparently about
forty-five years old, and carried a
face that would deceive any one. He
must have belonged to a good fami
ly ; for besides a thorough education
be was polished in his manner, clean
in person and careful in his dress.
At a tale of want his fine, open coun
tenance expressed commiseration in
every feature, and he would be the
first man to decry villainy of any
sort. He enjoyed the confidence of a
great many of the early settlers, and
his tavern was sometimes frequented
by capitalists and stock dealers from
San Francisco.
It was in the early part of April,
and near the hour of midnight, black
clouds had been scudding along the
mountain tops, and the wind was
howling against the swinging sign of
‘Gilmore’s Ranche’ as the inn was
called. Big drops had commenced
to fall from tile heavens, and all na
ture seemed convulsed in agony as
thunderbolt after thunderbolt rever
berated through the gorge. It was a
night that was long remembered.
Rain had seldom fallen so late in the
season, and a thunder storm had
never been witnessed in that valley
before. Soon the water was pouring
down in torrents, and the creek was
sending an angry flood offering to
the bay.
A horseman, dripping with wet,
dashed to the inn, throw himself from
his steed, and dropped with the butt
of a heavy whip on the floor.
‘What ho ! House, I say !’ he cried.
Lights were lit within, the holts
thrown back, and Gilmore threw
open the door of welcome to the
drenched stranger.
‘A fearful night, sir! Yon are
lucky to find a shelter so soon. Take
something to drive out the damp.’
‘Thank you; I don’t care if I do,’
answered the guest. ‘And I’ll be
obliged to you if I can get a bed. I
don’t s’pose there’s any use in trying
to do anything for my mare, is there ?’
‘lt won’t hurt her, my dear sir. A
California horse don’t want anything
to keep out the damp.’
And their glasses were filled with
liquor and drank off, Gilmore taking
an inventory of the stranger’s effects.
He carried a ‘blacksnake’ heavily
loaded at the butt, as could easily be
seen by the swing of the whip, as the
stranger caught it near the middle
and swayed it backward and forward
like the pendulum of a clock. It was
only an involuntary movement; yet
its motions did not escape the quick
eye of the landlord.
‘That’s a heavy whip you carry,’
observed he, as the stranger looked
up and caught his eye on it.
‘Yes, I reckon it is,’ answered the
man laughing. ‘lt’s pretty heavy,’
repeated he, and unscrewing the
flange poured out on the redwood
counter a mass of gold pieces.
The innkeeper’s eyes sparkled at
the welcome sight. He turned the
old daybook that was used as a reg
ister toward the guest, and striking
an attitude that would have done
credit to a first-class actor, he laugh
ingly exclaimed, ‘A bed ? Ay, ye
shall have the best bed the house af
fords 1 This castle is at your service,
sir—command me.’
The traveller took the proffered
pen, and traced the entry ill easy,
flowing hand: ‘lsaac Askew, Su
perintendent Yellow Jack Mine, Vir
ginia City, Nevada;
‘Ah, you’re from the Comstock
Lode I How are the mines working
now, sir ?’
‘Beyond all expectation, the rich
est lode in the world. But the storm
still rages, and that poor mare of
mine needs some care. I’ve rode
hard to-day, and, but for the storm,
would have made San Francisco my
stopping place. Let us drink, and
let the storm take care of itself.
The miner shivered as he looked
out into the night, and drew a long
breath of satisfaction that he was so
securely housed from the storm. His
dress was the ordinary one of the
miner in all its outward seeming;
but as he threw off an outer coat of
pilot cloth, the white shirt, stylish
oust waistcoat and carefully tied cra
vat, betrayed his status at a glance.
Isaac Askew was one of the best
metallurgists on the coast; and to
his skill and energy the success of
the new mines at Gold Hill and Vir
ginia City were mainly due. Under
his management the rich deposits of
silver were brought to the surface in
immense quantities, and his mine was
becoming famous throughout the
land. He was now on business re
lating to the company, and carried a
considerable sum of money on his
person.
The cupidity of the inn keeper was
immediately aroused on beholding
the shining mass of gold in posses
sion of the miner; and although he
affected a hilarity in keeping with
his open manner he was hastily con
cocting a plan to relieve him of it.
The inn fronted towards the north
at the junction of Mission San Jose
and the Castro Canon road, while the
rear of the building overhung the
creek, with a feries of piles in sup
port. Beneath this portion of the
structure the turbulent waters were
boiling and bubbling in a fearful
manner, and threatening to carry off
the frail-looking support.
The miner drank and grow meny
with the avaricious landlord, and
told marvellous stories of the mines
in Australia wherq had spent a
considerable portiofi of his life. He
had traveled-in many lands, and told
his stories vflth great humor. Among
the miners fef Peru and Mexico he
had witnessL§ anritiiur. Accidents,
which he narratea jn rapid succes
sion.
In the meantime the innkeeper
plied his victim with liquor, and at
length he began to suocomb to its po
tent influence.
‘I think I’ll go to bed, landlord,’
he muttered, his head falling on his
breast wearily.
‘Well, come along, then, old boy;
we’ll take care of you 1’ And assisting
the miner to his feet, he led him to
his apartment, a room over the bar
or office. ‘A fitting night for a good
job,’ he muttered; ‘the elements are at
war with all the world. And I too.’
The miner, overcome by the liquor
he had drank, was buried in profound
slumber. He grasped the whip tight
ly in his hand, as though he was
aware of the effort being made to rob
him. He had merely laid aside his
outer clothing and on throwing him
self on the bed carried it along with
him.
The innkeeper disappeared from
the apartment; but ill a few moments
he returned, accompanied by a wo
man of 40 or 45 years.
She was the opposite of her com
panion in every respect, for where his
features denoted intelligence, hers
were almost idiotic, except when her
eyes blazed out in fury and greed at
the sight of the sleeping miner. She
glared down on him as though she
were filled with a hatred nothing but
death could appease.
‘His money is in the whip, Liz,’ he
whispered ; ‘lots of it, too.’
‘What are you going to do with
him, Bob?’ asked the woman.
‘Take the money, hide it securely,
and leave the rest to chance,’ he an
swered.
‘Chance! Fool, Would you goto
jail for chance ?’ the woman sneered
out. ‘Take him by the heels, and
throw him into the creek. It’s a fear
ful night, and many a man has per
ished since sun-down.’
‘That’s the chance I intend for him.
Do you think I’d have a lot of fel
lows spying about here, as they
WGuld be if his money was lost in
this house. No, I aiht such a fool as
that,’ he added. ‘I go in for silence !’
Amid the raging of the storm the
bloody deed was committed, and the
body of Isaac Askew, the miner, with
the skull crushed in by a blow from
the whip he had carried through dan
gers in many lands, was thrown into
the torrent below.
Towards daylight the storm
ceased, and when the sun shone out
on the beautiful face of nature, all
evidence of a dreadful deed having
been committed at the cross-road inn
was obliterated.
* * * *
“Murder will out;” at least, in this
case, was brought about in so sum
mary a manner as almost to look like
the work of an avenging spirit.
The public mind was agitated over
the discovery of gold in Alameda
county, and San Francisco was in a
ferment. A nugget weighing about
an ounce and a half had been found
near San Leandro Creek, and was on
exhibition in Montgomery street.
The excitement was intense and
hundreds Were leaving for the ew
fields daily. It was so entirely un
expected that it carried everything
by storm.
The whole valley had been pros
pected thoroughly, as it was thdnght,
long ago, and .not a color was found.
The office in which the nugget was
on exhibition was thronged with an
excited crowd daily; and on satis
fying themselves as to the reality of
the drift, they would strap on their
blankets and break for the prominent
El Dorado.
The mysterious absence of Isaac
Askew from the post of Virginia
City excited much surprise among
the directors of the mine ; and as he
had never been 3een by any of the
oflicerj at San Francisco after leav
ing the former place, it was really
surmised that he had fallen in with a
party of robbers who then infested
the State. It was a common event
in the early days, and only lasted
until anew excitement arose.
A friend who had Accompanied
him from Australia was the only one
likely to be worried about the affair.
This friend, named Janies Price, was
also in the employ of the sanie com
pany ; and the two men were so often
seen together that they were called
“the Australian brothers.”
Price, becoming tired alone in the
mountains, wandered from camp to
camp in Bcarch of t'dings of his lost
partner, until lie reached San Fran
cisco. All interest was centered in
the hope of finding him. He eared
not for all the gold in the country,
as long as his friend was missing.
They had often periled their lives for
each other, and he would have wil
lingly laid down his life for that of
his comrade.
The What Cheer iTousc was the
favorite resort of the honest miner,
and thither he repaired. An excited
state of affairs existed here, also, the
all-Tfls&tfibing topic of conversation
the ne# £o*4 dwcoverV- M 1
was contended by ah dlcl gfoy-Itah-ed
miner that the nugget exhibited was
a fraud—that theft was ho gold on
the Pacific slope like tin#, 1 ' found, or
said to be found? at Ssin Leandro.
Price did not sle£p much that
night. He was in a feverish kfote bf
excitement, and tossed on his bed
until near daylight. He then settled
his bill, and took the first boat fob
Aimed* Pointy where he fell in with
a party of fire or six old acquain
tances, and together they proceeded
towards San Leandro.
“Gilmore’s Rauch” was the only
house Open at the time as a drinking
place ; and here were congregated the
prospectors as Price and- his party
came into view
“ The fraud was placed by some
one to make'mdney dut of if.,” cried
a man with a pick and shovel across
his shoulders, “.and, who would or
could spake anything put of it, except
a man who has got whisky to sell,
and who’s got whisky to sell hut Bob
Gilmore ?”
Here he threw his implements on
the ground, and proposed to fight it
out with the inn-keeper.
When Price looked in the face of
Robert Gilmore, he shook his head,
and muttered to himself, “I ain’t on
the right track, after all. If he is
the man that turned that up; I might
just as well go back.”
The pugnacious man Would not be
appeased, and strutted and bellowed
about until the hostess made her ap
pearance upon the scene, armed with
the identical whip that formerly be
longed to Isaac Askew. Price knew
it as soon as he saw it, and he ut
tered an exclamation that brought
the attention of all to him.
“Where’s the owner of this whip,”
he shrieked, snatching it from her
hand; “where’s the man who bad it
in his possession less than one month
ago? Answer me, or I’ll do ye
harm.”
“No one but my old man there has
had that whip in his possession.
We’ve had it ever since we came to
the" country,” was the undaunted an
swer of the woman.
“You lie, you hag,” retorted the
miner. “See here, men. This whip
belonged to my partner ; he carried
it, to my certain knowlSdge, for the
last twelve years, here and in Aus
tralia. The butt was his specimen
case, and he had gold from every
part of the world in it. “See I” he
cried, as he unscrewed it.
Eager faces pressed close around,
and behold! there was the name en
graved in full on the inside plate:
“Isaac Askew, Sydney, Australia.”
The innkeeper was shaking as If in
an ague fit. All bis confidence
seemed to have deserted him in an
instant.
“When I heard that the migget
said to have been found up here was
a foreign gold,” resumed Price, “I
suspected that it was some of my
partner’s that had been used as a
decoy, and so I came up to work it
out. I’ve seen the game played be
fore, but never saw it work so well.”
Robert Gilmore was arrested for
the murder of Isaac Askew, and at
the first session of the County Court
was convicted and sentenced to
death;
The evidence was circumstantial,
but no doubt existed as to his guilt.
He confessed that he had moulded
the nugget found from a S2O poin,
which he fired from a gun into the
earth, yet died protesting his inno
cence of the murder.
A few days after the execution, a
body was found lodged in some bush
es that lined the San Leandro Creek,
a short distance from Gilmcre’s
Ranch, and was identified as that of
the missing miner.
Years after this occurrence, a wo
man laid on a dying bed in Stockton,
and among other crimes confessed
was the murder of the miner, whose
assassin was brought to punishment
by means of a golden bullet.
AN ENLIGHTENED FLOCK.
It is related of a worthy divine,
whose field of labor was situated not
many hundred miles from Salem,
that he preached politics to his con
gregation for such a length of time
that even the oldest church members
forgot all about the gospel and fell
into a profound ignorance with re
gard to creeds, forms of worship, and
church regulations. After the cler
gyman’s death the elders of his flock
went to consult a celebrated divine
about obtaining a successor :
‘What is your creed ?’ asked the
divine.
‘Our creed ?’
‘Yes—your principles—what are
they V
‘Oh, we are all Democrats but
twol’
‘I mean what is your platform—
your church ?’
‘Oh!’ exclaimed one, ‘that is prin
cipally oak!’
lIOIV TO SPELL CAT.
“iiow do you think our captain
spells cat?” Said a young Lieuten
ent to the colonel of his regiment.
“He spells it,” answered the colonel,
“catt.” “No, sir.” “Well, then, kat.”
“Wrong again, colonel;” “Well
kaght then.” “No, sir.” “How
then does lie spell it ?” asked the
colonel. “He spells it cat.” The
consequence was the Lieutenant
deemed it good policy to make a
liasty retreat, and await the col
onel’s restoration to his usual calm
ness.
“Do you think vour father is going
to move out soon ?” inquired the
owner of A rented house of the son of
his tenant. “Reckon so,” was the
reply, “we’ve began using the window
framfes for fire wood.”
“iohn, what is the chief branch of
education in your school f “Wil
low branch, sir, master’s used up
nearly a whole tree.”
Through Passengers
OR— "’ W
HOW TWO ABDUCTORS FAILED TO
SECURE THEIR VICTIM, ' :
“Where areyou going, Dick f”
“Back to chat with my through
passengers.”
And’ Dick Davis, the Conductor,
left the mail car; and entered the
through coach attached to the train.
Closing the. door, he walked
straight to an old man seated in the
centre of the car. His hair and
beard were as White as' snow, but
there were no Brows’ fee Lon liis fore
head nor wrinkles on his cheeks.
His eyes flashed with the light of
lusty manhood, though : his hair
would indicate that he had. crossed
the boundaries of threescore years.
He smiled when the pleasant-faced
conductor dropped into the seat be
fore him, and leaning forward, made
a remark In a low tone of voice.
This remark caused DaVis to ' raise
his head, and gaze at the beautiful
face of the girl who slept in the seat
behind the white-bearded passenger.
“She sleeps like a child,” the con
ductor said, admiring the face, and
wishing perhape that he could enjoy
such a slumber.
“She always sleeps that way,” re
sponded the passenger, with a smile;
“and when she wakes she is as fresh
as a rose.”'
“Your daughter has company I
see;” observed Davis, glancing at the
remainder of the car, Who appeared
to be sleeping soundly.
“Yes; are they going through ?”
“Oh, yes ; none but through pas
seDgers are admitted to this coach.
They are not communicative fellow
travelers, I should say.”
“They are not,” replied the old
man. “Mr. Davis, Ido not like my
traveling companions,” and the speak
er’s voice was lowered.
The conductor looked surprised
“Will you explain, Mr. Radcliff?”
A short time previous to the 'pres
ent conversation the conductor and
his passenger had exchanged names,
and were thus enabled to call each
other properly.
“I can scarcely explain,” was the
passenger’s reply. “There is a man
in the fourth seat from the stove
whom, unaccountably, I do not like.
He boarded the train at Romney,
and I have caught him looking
askance at myself and Mabel. Then
the fellow who appears to be asleep
three scats behind him on the oppo
site side of the aisle has been guilty
of the same thing, and I believe there
is a connection between the parties.
I do not want you to think that I
fear them. Never in ray life, and I
have passed through the wild tribes
of the Amazonian valley, have I
feared man Over there lies the only
jewel to which I cling,” and he
nodded toward the slumbering girl.
“She is the p sole creature through
whose veins runs my blood, and
you must know that she is dear to
me.”
* “Certainly, Mr. Radcliff,” said
Davis. “Your entire solicitude is
for her.”
“Exactly !*’
“Do you know those two fellows 7”
“I do not; never saw them before
in all my life.”
Conductor Davis thought a mo
ment.
“Yourself and daughter can avoid
them by taking up quarters in the
forward car. I assure you that you
will not be regarded as intruders,
and that the accommodations will
not lack comfort.”
But the passenger gently declined
the conductor’s office, and said that
he would finish his journey in the
coaclx he had been placed in for that
purpose.
After a few more words Davis left
the coach and passed into the express
car, where he soon appeared to for
get his passengers in a conversation
with the messenger.
The door had hardly closed on the
conductor’s form when the man near
est the stove showed signs of anima
tion. He turned his head and looked
up the dimly lighted aisle, riot forget
ting to let his eyes rest on the travel
er and his daughter; He was a
handsome man, about thirty-five
years of age, and above his luxuriant
crop of silky, auburn whiskors shone
a pair of mild blue eyes.
Notone man in a hundred iVould
have choseh him for a rascal.
He was well, almost flashily
dressed; thoro was a handsome dia
mond pin on his bosom, and a crested
ring on his hand.
Allowing his gaze to return down
the aisle, be fixed it upon another
man who appeared to be sleeping, a
short distance from him. The man
was quite young; his eyes were
heavy, and the only hirsute appen
dage on his face was a long-haired
moustache tint dropped over his
mouth;
The two men exchanged looks
which told that they were not travel
ers accidentally thrown together,
but men who were well acquainted
with each other.
Again the first mentioned one
looked at the old passenger, whose
head had dropped on his breast, and
who appeared to be dropping into a
good slumber.
Seeing this the man motioned to
the other, who straightened up, and
the next moment the twain occupied
the same scat.
‘•ls he really asleep?” asked the
youngest.
fiYou can't tell anything about the
old. codger,” was the reply. “He
looks as though he was sleeping like
Morpheus himself, when lie . may be
watching us from one corner of hwr,
cyfe. We can’t afford to wait Much
longer, else the game will be up.
The girl is sound asleep.”
“Yes, yes, you cotild jerk her from
the seat and not disturb her slum
bers. Isn't she a beauty ?”
“A perfect houriß’
“Of course she doesn’t ,ktjow that
you’re onjtfce train Jl,- dM?,
“Certainly not. D.qn.’pvon recol
lect that sV wall ttaSep when We
boarded the cat*! Rophey I” -a <
“Ob, yes I I had fofgottcn.”
“If shfe knew I wtjs here, she’d
keep hereyes wide open and post
the old gentleman, who yet ‘remains,
I believe, in blissful ignorance of the
fact that I have made love to his
child. If he knew me as you do,
Burdpck, he’d play the role of, Vir
gfofos ~ before ; I should wed -Ida,'
Mabel.”; vt . t j ;;
“He would, indeed 1” answered the
young man called gurjock. “But I
say, let’s to work. I have the
hotfle—shall I use,..lt now? What
do you say?”
; “We are not there yet ?’’ said the
other, looking Gut of the window
upon a starlit earth.
“We must be very near. The
road where Morley is waiting is one
mile this side of the town. There!
look 1 there is the clump of trees he
told us about. The road is three
miles from this point. We must
work now,”
“ What if the old fellow is sham
ming ?”
<■ “I’ll,use the handkerchief effect
ively!*’ w •“
“AH right.”
The youngest of the party now
rose and walked up tho aisle to the
further end of the coach.
He cast a quick but scrutinizing
look at the white-haired man who,
despite liis suspicions, had fallen
asleep. For three successive days
he and his daughter had been on the
train, and during the time the father
had slept but little. His child’s ob
jectious to the sleeping coaches had
been listened to, and the twain had
not quitted the through passenger
car..
They were traveling to one of the
largest cities in the East, where they
•hoped to dwell until death should
tear them apart and call each from
the world.
Cyrus Iladcliffe—for such was the
father’s name—was a banker of emi
nence in a city'far west of the Alle
ghanies. His wealth was the “open
sesame” into the highest society of
the lfihd; but he was not puffed up
with the pride that is generally found
with riches. Having no relatives,
save his daughter, he fixed the grsfrt
love of his heart upon her, and it was
a love vaster than his wealth, deep
er than the sea.
But let us return to the scene in
the through car, moving at the rate
of twenty-seven miles an hour.
The man at tiie cud of the car
glided toward his victim, the old
gentleman. His movements were
watched by the associate whom he
had left in the seat.
When he paused beside his victim,
he drew a handkerchief Horn his
bosom.
Then the faint odor of chloroform
became prevalent, anR the handker
chief was held under Cyrus ltad
cliffe’s nostrils;
While this was being done the
blue-eyed man left his seat, and came
up, the aisle till he passed his con
federate, and stood beside the sleep
ing girl.
“Shall I dose the others ?” asked
the young man in a whisper as he
glanced at the three remaining pas
sengers who were asleep in their re
spective seats.
“No 1 they’ll not waken 1” was the
reply. “Now give Mabel a hit—.not
too much!”
The chloroform handkerchief with
drawn from Mr. liadcliffe, was ap
plied to his daughter, who uncon
sciously inhaled the powerful
thctic.
A moment later the agent of vil
lainy was restored to his bosom, and
with a look up and down the car tbo
eldest man lifted Mabel from the
seat.
“We must be near the road. Ring
the engineer down to slower time.
Quick!”
These words were spoken to the
young man who caught the bell ropo
and tugged at it manfully.
“Curse it!” lie exclaimed. “It
seems to have caught somewhere.
The train is increasing its speed;”
The face of the man bho held
Mabel in his arms suddenly grew
pale;
“Jerk it with all your might I” he
cried to his confederate.'
The man obeyed and the rdpe
snapped in twain I
“The jig i3 up, I’m afraid. There.}
we’ve passed the road. It seems to
me that we’re going at the rate Of
forty miles an hour.”
“Yes, fifty of them I” said his
comrade between his teeth.
At that moment tho door before
them swung open, and Conductor
Davis stepped into the coach.
The blue-eyed man hastened to
place Mabel in the seat from which
he had lifted her without being seen
by tho conductor. But in thus he
failed.
“Gentlemen,” said Cavis, calmly,
and at the same time displaying a
revolver, “you will oblige me by re
turning to the seats you have lately
occupied. “Your little scheme of
abduc.ion has failed, and I would
inform you that you will be under
guard the remainder of the run.
Any attempt to escape might be at
tended with serious results. 1 wit
nessed your villainy from the plat
form.” •
The rascals did not reply, but with
dogged Buliennsss dropped into the
aeat, and two brakesmen, armed
with, revolvers, were placed, over
them, j r.,
A physician,- who was- a passenger
on she train,' attended to Mr. Rad
cliffe and his daughter, and in due
Time they recovered from the effects
of the chloroform.
When Mabel looked upon thebhic
eyed man, she recognized Jared Ab
bott, a rejected lover. His confeder
ate, Bufdock, she did not know.
no. ik-
The raau yvtio was waiting near the
station ifix the abdufcting party never,
feUinto the clutches of the law ; but
it is Certain that the principal and;
hlh eager assistant sa>V the inside dr
a penitentiary i! ~ ‘ l i‘
It was Dick Davis’ hand that.held
the bell-rope while Burdock tugged
at it. and ljis signal that increased
the speed of the traiu, thus affective
ly preventing the Villains’ escape.' >
• %fhs Baddifte proffered Cosb ;k
dptur,Diek ; aimiaspiu check fa*
his sery f ces ;Mt it was.reused,
the reward tlMHie finally accepted.
svas the hand of iris lovely through '
■.passeagpj-.
011 i
. a,parfy -jwas! sitting,
at White Sulphur, and the cpuversa- >
tio.n had fallen upon the late wans-’
Personal reminiscence Was in oralr//*
Each, was the hero of his owh.hftif#
breadth escape, and the sequel was#
blood and thirndey:
Within ear shot satan old grey-,
coated Virginian, attentively listen- -
ing an,cl turning his end reflectively,
between liis teeth. At leftgth' be
spoke !' - • . , .
“Gentlemen, you have all been!
through a heap, but they ain’t nonet
of you had a wuss time nor I, I’ll
bet.” ~ ■
“Whleb side was you an ?*’ 'asked
one. i • *
“Nary a side, gentlemqc, but I
had a very hard time;" attdy the old
fellow, drawing out his cud of/reflee
tion, proceeded : .
“Wall, when the war first broke,
out, ,1 didn’t know much about it’ao
how. I was a studying it out, biit,
hadn't come to ho judgement. One,
night my darter Mary Ann took
powerful sick. The doctor he wrote
a script, and told, me to go right off
and git it; So I bridled my old mar’
and started. Wall, gentleman, when
I got, I reckon; ’bout three miles,
from home—it was monstrous dark
some one called bait I— and I halted.
Fust thing I kilo wed I was a prison
er, and the hoys was ’round thicker
nor June bugs. Sez they, ‘Who are
you fei - ?’ Sez I, ‘Gentlemen, darter,
Mary Ann, she—’ Sez they, ‘Dam’
Mary Ann! Who are you far?
Speak out. Hurrah fur somebody!’
I studied a_minit, and sez I, on or
venture like,•Hurrah for Jeff Davis I’
They sez, mad as hornets, ‘I told you
ho was a d-—d lebel. Git off that
mar’lj ... , , . „
“ ‘Gentlemen, I aiut telling you no
lie,’ I sez, they took me off that mar’/
and buckled me over a log and hit me
over 600. It hurt me powerful-bad j
I was monstrous sore. I mounted
my mar’ ancl started on. I hadn’t
got mor’n three miles when I heered
another voice call out ‘halt 1’ and I
halted ; and agin the boys had me.—
‘Who are you fur?’ sez they. Sez 1/
‘Gentlemen, my darter Mary Ann is
powerful sick, and the doctor ’
‘Dam the doctor 1 Who are you fur ?
Hurrah fur somebody!’
“I wan’l going to be kotched agin/
so I jest pulled off my bat, and sez I*
as loud as I could, ‘Hurrah for Lin
coln 1 ‘There;’ sez they madder nor
blazes, ‘I told ydu lie was ad and
trajtor. Git down off that mar’.’
Gentlemen; I kalti’t' telling you no
He. They tuk me off that mat’ and.
buckled me over a log, and jest whore
I was sore they gin toe 500 mo’, tt
was monstrous bad. But I got on
and weht along. Jest as I was a
coming into town another called out
‘Halt l f and I hailed. ‘Who are yoU
fur?’ sez he. Hurrah for somebody.’
Gentleman, I wan’t never going to
be kotched agin. I jest sez, ‘Mister'
you jest be 90 kindas to bucrahTws// *
jest this once;’ ”
THE WAY SHErOOIED HIM.
She was young, and fair, and a
tear glistened in her dye as she laid
her curly head on his shoulder anq
exclaimed: “O George 1 1 think if I
found you did hot love me I should
die.’’ “My darling,” he answered/
passing his hand gently around hUr
dimpled chin, “I will always lord
you. Do you think I would marry
you if I did not feel sure of it. In s,
few days at the altar I shall vow to,
love you all my life, and I will keep,
my Vow.” A lovely kind of beatlflq
happiness played for a moment, like,
sunshine on her lips, and then she,
whispered : “George! I like to heftE
you talk like that; you have been W
good to me. "You have given mo a,
diamond locket, and a gold watch
and chain, and rings that an angel
might wear outsido her gloves anti,
not be ashamed, and if I thought*
that one day you’d be sorry you’d
given me all those nice things and
want them back again I should break
my heart.” He held her gently
against his manly breast, and
swered with a quavering voice: “0[
my own darling I there is nothing oq
earth that could happen that would
make toe repent giving you H few
tokens of my love, or make too want/
them back again.” She sprarig from
his arms like a joyous deer, she
shook back her sunny curls, and;
with a whole poem Ifl her hazel eves,
ftielaimed: “O, George I you have
taken a load fToiff toy heart. I’vq
come to say that I can’t marry you
aft,:r all, because I’ve seen somebody
.1 like better, and I thought ysu’df
want your presents back again.’’
Miss Uadlock, of , North Troy,
Vermont, on Saturday threw red nip
per in Mr. Hatch’s eyes, and dtinng
his embarrassment cruelty CoWliidßd
him. Hatch is an editor. Tin- Cow
rie r Journal says he should tyke the
Npw York Times’ advice apd, insist
that “the whole power of the (In I led
States Government should be, used
to make life and property respect-'
ed”—in Vermont, Theoutragi cer
tainly demands Federal iuterler
enco. ;
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shad have recently been place,!
iii the Oconee RiVVr ri'ear Milledge
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