Bradford reporter. [volume] (Towanda, Pa.) 1844-1884, 1858-03-18

clearly might firstly, because the shot
would bring your men upon me, and secondly,
| because"
" You surely would not murder me unarm-
| ei said Gilbert, with cold sweat breaking
ont at every pore.
Loosening his hold for an instant, Brown
drew the cntass from the officers scabbard,
and hurled it over the cliff then securing the
pistols in his vest, he Ieapt to his feet-an
example speedily followed by Gilbert who,
W.T. breast heaving and eye gariug ike t.
gers as bay, was preparing to dash at his Zoe,
and escape or die ut once.
Drawing O pistol once more, Brown said
Gilbert, strcye to have my revenge for
my murdered SON | will not slay you unarn-
ed-be this token "-and he threw one pis
til from him over the cliff" but enc of Us
mnst perish tonight will give you last
chance for year liIe-because yilliin though
you are. you were once my dearest friend"
So saying he hurled the second pistol after
the first, and extending his arms he shouted
=" Come on ! There is fall of eighty feet
beneath Us, your life or mine tonight r
Then ensued a deadly struggle between these
two bitter foeS--bIth were strong men and
expert wreslcrs as all men in the West cOun-
try are but looker-on would soon have
seen that Gilbert conld Eot hold out long
against the ierCulean strength Of bis antago-
mist
After short struggle, in which neither gain
ed any positive advantage over the Other, they
paused Tor breath and, the moon g cam
ed down on them, they gazed into each Others
eyes with settled glare of hatred only to be
ck,el!ed hy death Dropping suddenly upon
one knee, il manner well known to al wrest-
lers, Brown with terrific effort of his giant
strength, hurled Gilbert over his shoulder
They were both upon the very brink Of the
cliff the wretchcd man fell down ten fest.
when he hung desperately to some bushes
which grew upon the precipice.
His quond IN antagonist Looked down upon
him for some moments in sience-but no
thought of pity influenced him in that evil hour
BY desperate effort Gilbert has succeeded in
gaining d temporary resting place for one Of
his feet u,on Il stone that projected from the
cliff, and battling strongly for his life when
Brown, who was looking over the cliffs brow
mlttered hoarsely
g Though you showed no mercy to INC and
mine, would not destroy body aud soul to-
gctIcr. give you five minutes to make your
peace with God" and seizins branch he slow
iy dcsccued and bent it down with those iron
hands Of his, till Gilbert could grasp it. I
know not what may have been tlie thoughts Of
that proud stern man, as he hung BY that frail
branch bet&eeii time and cternity-perhaps for
a moment thought Of repentance flashed
through his mind-but the old spirit broke
forth al last
Brown" he cried You robbed me of her
loved-you are now about &c murder me-
dying mans curse is yours tonight" Brown
deacedmded foot lower-drew his kn;fe-and
severed branch There was wild cry-a
fearful crash-then all was still The tide
was running in the tall rocks below received
the miserable Gilbert in his fall And as ,h,
moon shone down upon the ashv face of the
murderer, her beams revealed to his horror
sricken sight mangled corpse.
Brown fed. Next morning the revenue Of
ficer's body was found by fisherman washed
high and df7 by the tide into fssure of cliff
'Fhe bro1T Of the cliff above presented marks Of
fearful Strugyle-but u coroner's inquest re-
turned an open verdct-and, beyond vague
Surln;se nothing further was known how George
Gilbert met with his death
Years after these events an old man was
knocked dowa hy q cart in one of our seaport
towns, and taken TO the hospital, where ho