Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1856-10-10

We were Jeined by a number NJ o,h
gers; and among the new comors vera R~suI
whose lll-fsvored countenances and swe...a
ing gait anorded evidence that they were NOT
strangers In the haUnts Of iniquity with uh;.b
the famous " Nstchez under the bill'i abonni
ed Hitherto our cabin had been quiet ana
4 peaceful; now its stiffness was invaded by the
| loud oath and clustering laugh of the profes.
sional blackleg, and the vocation of bar keen
or remained no longer a sinecure.
on the evening after this new accession 10
our company, a card party was formed-com-
piiSng' observed, as they gathered around
| sHe taole, Two Of whom L suspected TO be pro.
Iesslonsl gamblers. At first, no higher stakes
were Played Tor than cigars, or "drinks for
/ eetOHa out as the night wore on and the
/ uIinAS oegan TO exercise their wontcd ef-
iect, money was put up, and the game be.
came more exciting. At length, after various
Oh fortune, one Of the gamblers, a
ourly, hard featured man was about 20 sve.n
up heavy stake, when suddenly a Veil
dressed gentleman who had watched the game
Tor considerable time, laid bis hand gently
upon ms shoulder, saying-"S Stop. you did
The man turned quickly in bis chair so that
the light of the lamp above fell upon his fea-
lures, and launched a volley Of oatbs and inn
precautions at the person who had interrupted
him. At this moment, Stephen CaIef, who
mad been reading quietly in a remote part of
inc cabin, looked up from his book and beheld
the angry features Of the gambler The vol
ume dropped upon the floor as he started from
MS seat and sprang towards the table. Be-
fore his object could be suspected, or opposed,
ne stood behind the strangers chair, and
brushing the hair from his forehead revealed
his head
Hs, cried he, speaking SO rapidly as to
oe scarcely lntelligible, where did won GET
that scar? William, who murdered tho emil
grant on the Rock River? Who killed nv
flther?'
The face Of the rufiau, but a moment be-
fore flushed and distorted with anger, turned
pale as death. "My God :" he exclaimed. as
be recognized in the stripping the youth whom
be had left for dead upon an Illinois prairie.
i've years before. my God Can the dead
speak ?p
" You own it! You own it.'' cried th. lad.
'Gentlemen, bear me witness that he acknowI-
edges the deed He murdered nv father.
Blood for blood! Die, scouudrel, die!
Inc discharge Of pistol was heard, and the
murderer fell from his chair, dead. The un-
eIrlng bullet had passed through his brain.
Ine form which brief moment before was
bounding In life and health, now lay upon the
cabin floor, disfgured, and unconscious
corpse. His career OF crime was ended The
man who through the years Of life time had
reVelled Ia scenes Of vice and iniquity, had in
one brief moment passed through the valley
Of death, and was summoned before the awful
bar of God. Without a warning his soul was
hurried through the gates of eternity, aud
ushcred IN the presence Of the Great Judge
whom only the good fear not.
1t was a fearful retribution. But there was
zone to question its justice. The sympathies
Of the passengers were with the young man.
and the probabilities are that even If be had
been arrested, there could have been found
no jury to convict him As it was, he was not
nolested. Toe body of the gsmester. who
I'd entered his name upon the books as Rich
ard W hitehouse, was tossed overheard with
out ceremony. The stains of blood was washed
tfom the floor, and in a few days the affair
ceased to be a theme Of conversation Young
Calef, after the excitement Of the moment had
passed away, relapsed into the same quiet
and reserved habits as before When saw
b I'm last he was standing upon the hurricape
isck of the steamer, at New Orleans, regard
ng with folded arms the busy aspect of the
;itT which was TO be his future home. He is
low thriving merchant ia that metropolis
lnd his noble heart and high sentiment of
lonOr, which shows itself in business transac-
ions as well as in private life, have won for
him the respect and esteem of bis fellow citi-
lens.