Omaha Daily Bee Newspaper, May 20, 1882, Page 3

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PERKINS & LEAR, 1416 Douglas Street, Omabha. won-wed-rilysrdp PORTRY OF THE TIME Signs of Spring. The roses in the mead Now blow in dainty clusters; The poets fondly heed The roses in the mead, Ah! very soon, indeed, We'll weat our linen dusters The roses in the mend Now bloom in dainty clusters, Puck, A May Day. A paralytic May day, suicidal My day, Wintery, blowery, Rainery, snowery, A deuce of o bl If 1 Could Rest, [ROSDEAL. | Chicago Tribune, If T could rest from thinking for a day, And let my soul float, as it were, midway This world of toi/, that world of joy be- tween, Not straying off inheavenly fields of green, 1 would be newly girded then to atay. With a!l sleep's baffled horde of dreams at bay, For lust that time to neither work nor play; From wondering what life's curious prob. lems means, 1f T could rest? But ah! not so, not 8o our tired souls may Seek respite from the elamorous wurld's affray. By men not missed, nor yet by angels seen, Just in the arms of Nothingness to lean, ‘We must go on, Ror even pause to say, *It I could rest,” LLA WHEELER, Married--Died. In the columne, side by side, Stand the cajtions—Married, Died. ‘What fine irony is this That shades with death our nuptial blies, That blends beneath our earnest yaze The story of two wondrous days? The kiss ot death, of blushing pride, Sarcastic blend in—Married, Died. Throbbing breast of heart that bleeds, Tearful, bright or dull eye reads Lines whose message is not clear Bluired and broken through a tear; Lily fingers, hand of ae, T'race the lines along the page; Death and Cupid side by side Sport with man in—Married, Died. Here a requiem, there a song, Blend aud roll their notes along; Village bells that ring or toll Greet a glad or passing soul; To the chancel call the crowd, Clad in silken gown or shroud, To thechurch we twice may ride; Hecd the headings—Married, Died. Host the anchor, eail away, Summer winds or sunlit bay Lure thee o'er the outer har, Where the white-capped breakers are, taunch thy painted shallop be, trong to ride lifes restless sea; God shall rule the surging tide That lups the shores of Married, Died. Orange blossoms, ripened wheat, prigs of rue or lily sweet, Cutls of go'd, or lock of snow, Wedding robes, or garbs of woe, Hands in loving hands to rest, Or folded lio on pulseless breast; Who ehall blooms and fruit divide, So near the stories—Married, Died. —Atlanta Constitution, THE RED HILL TRAGEDY, A California Camp Episode 1n the Harly Mining Days. San Francisco Call, Red Hill was a mining town. It was built on a little knoll in a canyon, surrounded by mountains, and con- sisted of a cluster of small frame houses around a store, saloon and gambling den; a straggling line of oabins and tents along either side of a shallow, muddy stream, a blacksmith shop for sharpening picks and drills, and, lastly, a Mexican fandango, where the festive miner, after the day's work was over, loved ‘o whirl the dark-eyed senoritas in the mazy measures of the waltz and mazourka to the music of an ancient harp and a cracked fiddle. The little camp was in a flutter of excitement over the arrival of the mail, which was by no means an every-day occurrence in that part of the world. When nearly a mile down the gulch the boys have caught sight of ‘“Long Aleck,” the letter carrier and newsman, jogging along on his wiry old gray mare, and made the mountains echo with the hearty shouts of welcome which heralded his com- ing, Claim after claim took up the cry and sent the glad tidings booming through the camp. All hands knocked off work at once. With noisy greet- ings and mirthful antics, more like tho wild glee of children than the sober conduct of bearded men, the hardy gold diggers dropped pick and shovel and sluice-fork, clambered out of the mines, climbed up the bank, gained the rosd or trail, and made tracks for Burwood’s store, the Red Hill post- office. ““Three cheers for Long Aleck!” were given with a will when that worthy arrived and deposited the weather-beaten canvas bags on the floor with the air of a man who had done his duty aud felt proud of it. There cauld be no question about the Red Hillers being proud of Aleck. Dozens of them sprang forward to grasp his grimy hand and say, “Goc bless you, old boy! T hope you've got something for me!” And then the motley crowd, who looked rough enough to have long since parted with everything in the way of sentiment, joked and chafled each other about what they expected from sweethearts and dear ones far away, while old Burwood was busily engaged 1n open- ing the aforesaid bags. In afew min- utes all had gathcred about the dirty counters and auxiously awaited their chances for the long-looked for news from home, THE VICTIM OF A WOMAN'S BTANCY, Among the expectant throng, but standing somewhat apart from the others, with pale face and downcast eyes, a8 if wishing to avoid contact with his fellows, or at least escape theig rude greetings and coarse witi- cisms, wasa young man named Walter Wilburn, who had come to the hill some six months previous, Wilburn was not naturally of a sullen gloomy disposition, On the contrary, he was noted for his pleasant, genial temper, popular manners, and sociable habits, and soon became the life of the camp. The boys used to envy the young fl- low's luck as he related to them, with pardonable pride, how he had won the affections of a beautiful girl just be- fore leaving ‘‘the states,”” whose father had promised to consent to their marriage if he would go to Cali- INCON=- fornia and make a resolute endeavor to improve his fortunes. In case ho did not succeod within a year he was to return at all events, and claim his bride: Bright and gay and light- hearted, boasting his happiness so much that his weakness in this o attracted the attention of evorybody, young Wilburn sud and without a moment's warni ceived intelligence of the marri the young lady to whom he was o gaged. The shock was a terrible and prostrated him mentally and ph sically. He staggered under the bl like a drunken man, and was dazoc and apeechless in his grief. [is bright smilo vanished. His wholo nature changed. He became morose, silont and uncompanionable. The rich brown of his healthy cheek gave place to the pallor of death, The sparkle of his eyo faded out, and a look of dull Gespair took its place. He moped around like one without an object in life, crushed and hopeless. No won der the rough miners reaaily found out the story of his disappointment. Nor is it less remarkable, under the circumstances, they failed to appre. ciate his wounded feelings and made cruel sport of his misfortune, That is was that caused him to shrink into the corner while waiting for the mail to be distributed, and when thoe last lotter had boen called out and handed over to its exultant owner, the poor follow sneaked off without a word, and made his way to his lonely lttle cabin down the gulch. A MINER'S PEESCRIPTION. “Look-er here boys,” said Tom Marvin, a regular old stager from Pike county, but as big a hearted man as ever turned up the earth in search of gold, *‘that youngster's in a d way and ought to be looked arter. There’s not much foolishness 'bout e, you can jist bot your life, but I hain’t forgot” what it is for a youvg feller to get stuck erter a pretty gal, Wilburn's giiting worse, and some on us has to bring him ’'round a bit or he'll go up the flume, sure as yer born.” **Woell, that's all right, Tom,” responded Jako Byers, what are we to do? He won't drink and won't go round with the boys, and as for the wimmin folks, I'll be 1f I don’t believe he's afraid of a digger equaw.” “Now, jest yer mind what I'm a tellng on yer,” replied Marvin, “The har of the dog is good fur the bite, and the cure fur that young fol- ler is a woman, Let's go down to his shanty this arternoon with a bottle of Martin’s tanglefoot, and see if we can’t fetch him along to the fandango. Ef he bucks like a bronco at sight of the gals, we'll jest try him a spell at monte or fayro. I never secd a man yet that could go back on a pretty gal and a stack of red chips.” The result of this deliberation on Walter Wilburn’s case was that Uncle Tommy and Jim McDonald went down to his cabin that night and got in before he was fairly aware of their presence. Jim, according to an agreement between them, pretended to have been drinking, and old Tom wanted Wilburn to help him home. The poor fellow seemed at first puzz!, to know what to do, but apparently concluded it was best to go along with them for this purpose. Mac swore, however, that he wouldn't budge a foot unless Wilburn took a drink with him, and after one was gulped down proposed another before starting. Then, stopping on the way up the gulch, insisted on ‘‘just one more dram all 'round,’’ The upskot of this performance was, that poor Wilburn soon began to feel the effect of the strong liquor he had taken, and made but feeble resistance to visiting Spanish Joe’s gambling house in company with his two friends. Once inside, inflamed with whieky and surrounded by men playing at the va- rious games, Wilburn was easily in- duced to try his luck. Taking a seat at a faro table, alongside of which were ranged a number of others, he began with apparent indifforenco as to results, Strangely enough, fickle for- tune showered her smiles upon him, and he rose from the game with a buckskin purse full of rich yellow dust, which the dealer passed over to him with a scowl and a curse, Marvin and McDonald still stuck to their man, although both had suffered by their visit to the den of the tiger, and proceeded with him to the fan- dango, where a large number of men and women were dancing and drink- ing. The hour was late, and many of both sexes were partially intoxicated. As the revel pmcaedeg the hilarity and excitement grew apace, and a wild scene was presented. The new- comers, acting under the advice of Uncle Tommy, ‘“‘pitched in” without waiting for an invitation, and Wilburn appesred to enjoy the fun with even greater zest than those by whom he wus surrounded. He danced and drank furiously, and toward morning became noisy and quarrelsome. Several of the women objected to his rather rude attentions, and one in particular angrily complained of the manner in which he behaved toward her. THE MURDEL. More than once, as young Wilburn pulled at her dress whilo passing, ap- parently mcroin a spirit of miechief than a wish to injure, the infuriated woman glered av him with flaming eyes and clutched savagely at the handle of a small dagger in her bosom. Once Wilburn roughly sought to make up, and insisted on her taking a drink with him. The womau refused, and on her tormenter attempting to drag her up to the bar, broke away from him and rushed out of the room, In & few minutes she returned, and while passing near where Wilburn was sit- ting, suddenly dashed a handkerchief in his face with one hand and made a dangerous stab at him with the oth- er, McDonald, however, who had been closely watching the woman, be- ing fearful of somthing of the kind, saw the knife as it was drawn, and violently pushed her to one side just in time to save his friend’s life, The woman's countrymen came to her as- sistanee and ugly work was threatened, but it soon blew over and the dance went on, Wilburn, 80 far from being aroused to a sense of his impending danger, became almost oblivious from the liquor he had drank, and sat with his head bowed on hisbreast and mut- tering inintelligibly to himself. While i this helpless condition a Mexican desperado called Sanchez, who had al- reu&y tried to bring on a difficulty, without a word, thrust a pistol into Wiiburn's face and fired. The move- men ;, quick as it was, had been seen by some of the Americans present, and they drow their revolvers instant. ly. The jar of tho pistol fired by Sanchez, however, extinguished the lights and left the room in total dark- ness, Neverthel some of the ex- cited mo, half orazy with bad whisky, fired sho* after shot in rapid sucoes: sion, whilo the yells and groans of t'e terrified and wounded peoplo added to the horrors of the situation, After a minute or two, which seemed an age to those cooped up in that midnight slaughter pen, candles were brought in and romthing order restored, although some of Amor icana fiercely threatened to *‘kill every greaser in the oamp.” Tho light re. vealed poor Wilburn stretched lifeloss on the floor, with a bullet in his brain, while Jim McDonald and two Mexi- cans were found to have been badily wounded The cowardly wretched Sanchez had disappeared in the dark nesa, and the Americans were furious over his escape. THE PURSUIT, The bright, hot summer's sun of the southern mines had scarcely shown itself above the mountain tops before the miners of Red Hill were in coun cil. over the sanguinary events of the night previous. The feeling was very bitter against the whole Mexican popu- lation, and it was resolved to give immediate pursuit to the fleeing as- sassin, Then commenced an exciting chase from camp to =amp, through ravines and canons, across rivers and gulches, over hills and mountains, on horseback and afoot, until the mur- derous fugitive was at last hunted down and brought to bay in a Table Mountain tunuel, near the town of Shaw’s Flat. The sun was slowly sinking, filling the western skies with a_conflagration of gorgeous beauty, when a shout from one of the pursuers announced tat he had discovered the Mexican's hiding place. Cautiously making their way down an old mining shaft, with lighted torches, the miners began exploring the labyrinth of chambers, drifts, shaft and tunnels, which at this point honey-combed the mountain, Deep in the bowels of tho carth, they then came upon the smouldering em- bers of his ecamp fire, and the fact that he had left his blankets behind him spoke of precipitate flight. THE SEARCH IN THE DRIFTS, Suddenly there rang out a wild, shrill laugh, which cchoed and re- peated itself again and again through the vaulted aisles and dimly lighted chambers, and the flying figuro of the murderer was seen lor a moment and then lost to sight again. For iniles the underground pursuit continued, the minors being reinforced by num- bers of those engaged in mining oper- ations therein. Every few minutes some heavy blast 1n the shaft or drift would be heard, wich a dull, thunder- ing sound, causing the firm earth fo tremble, and making more than one stalwart follow turn pale. Then, ever and anon, came that weird, unearthly laugh, and was seen for an instant the whito shirt of the assassin, while the torches and candles cast a fitful glare over the scene, making ghostly figures of the pur- suers, and peopling the lofty passages with shadowy-like spectres of another lits world. Un,” on, on! Bang! bang! go the six-shooters at every turn, when a glimpse is caught of the hunted man. Still that blood-curd- liog laugh rings out with tearful dis- tinctness, Saddenly the foremost of the pursuers, darting into_a side drift from whence the sound proceeded, loses his footing and slides down an incline some ton or twelye feet. At the bottom and in utter darkness he is greeted with that awful laughter. His comrades, responding to his cries, find him half dead with fright, while erouched in a corner at the bot- tom of the shaft is—not Sanchez, the murderer of young Wilburn—buta poor half demented creature, the wife of a Table Mountain miner, whose habit it was, when in liquor, to go wandering through the tunnels and shafts of that vast subterranean work-shop. The wretched woman was not without a glimmering of reason, and by dint of signs and oft-repeated 1nterrogations, was made to understand the object of their search. Then, in her own broken, disjointed, half-intelligible manner, she signified that she knew where the fugitive could be found, and, with wenderful alacrity, led the way to the mouth of a long, dark, narrow tunnel, about a quarter of a mile distant. A BHOT EROM THE DARK. While the miners were consulting at this point what was best to do, the sharp report of & pistol was heard, and a bullet whistled uncomfortably close to some of the pursuers. There was no doubt no now about the Mexi- can being in the tunnel. How to get him out was tho question, Another shot from the inside was heard, but this time no bullet whizzed by, nor oould any marks of 1ts place of lodg- ment be discovered. Many believed had committed suicide. Still it was no safe thing to venture inside. A desperate man like Sanchez, armed with a six-shooter, and death staring him in the face, was an ugly custoiner to draw froma tunnel,like a dog would drag a badger from his hole, Shot after shot was fired into the dark re- cess in which the murderer had taken shelter, but apparently without effect, Nothing but the dull, muflled echo of the report of the pistols could be heard, Some one proposed to ‘‘smoke him out,” and some u‘d mining tim- ber was hurriedly broken up and piled at the mouth of ~the tunnel for this purpose. Such slow work, however, could not be endured, and Newt. Ward, a gigantic young Tennesseean, kicking aside the emoking wood, en- tered the tunnel, pistol in hand. Others were willing to share his danger, but he eaid it was safer for one to ¢o than a doz- en. After groping his way tor quite a distance Ward came upon a side drift, at the mouth of which he stumbled over what he instinctively knew was the body of the man they were after, By the aid of the dim light of a flick- ering candle the stout-hearted miner saw that Sanchez had blown his own brains out, and so at last enjoyed the grim satisfaction of cheating the Americans out of the pleasure of either shooting or hanging him, Great was the disappointment at Red Hillwhen the boys returned after their weary search, Every arrange- ment bad been made a regular old- fashioned trial by & miner's jury. The verdict was already made up, but even Judge Lynch proved to be powerless in the presence of the grim destroyer. 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