The weekly Butte record., 1863-02-14

moment / found the OLD gentleman somewhat
agitated He had lost valuable diamond pin
that day, and freely iutimated that the " sick
Young cuss, as be deuominated Jansen, bad
stolen it. 50 streauoa>'y endeavoriog to
dissipate the impression that verify believe
f he ielt Inclined to transfer the odium Of the
supposed theft 10 me. That night Smith
snored louder than usual.
Three days after, met Jansen in the street
and learned that be had taken rooms Oh Powell
street did no, inquire the reason-l thO'I
knew it. The next day again met him
His face unusually pale, yet said he had not
felt better fer years. There is to be a wed
dug on Powell street tomorrow at least, 50
+ Mayhew says, but there will be no bridegroom,
Do you understand ?" He placed bis finger
/ significantly to his lips, and we separated.
At eight o'clock the next evening, as Isaac
Mayhem was mounting the steps of the house
to which Janson had traced him six day;
before, a pistol ball pierced his heart, and ht
dropped dead upon the pavement. Some uuac
countable influence had drawn me to the neigh
borhood, and hearing the report Of pistol
Janson's words flashed through my mind, and
/ started, with dozen others, in the direction
1 of the tragedy. Before l arrived on the spot
quite crowd had collected. The body oi
Mayhem was lying upon the sidewalk, and
over it, in speechless agony, stood the widow
who was to have been bride.
WHO saw this ?" inquired a policeman.
Il heard a report of a pistol said one o.
the crowd and a minute after, saw man
enter that house yonder. and he pointed to 4
small frame building on the opposite side o.
the street.
In an Instant the officer, followed by the
excited spectators, started for the house
Springiug through the crowd l reached the
/ side Of the policeman, and as he knocked at
the door was at his elbow. felt that Jan.
sen was there. The door was quietly opened
and e well dressed lady calmly enquired the
object of the visit.
We are looking for a man who, few
moments since, committed murder" said The
officer.
And do you expect TO End him in my room
sir ?" returned the lady.
No, madame, bat l will glance through
your apartment, merely as matter of form
/ before proceeding to the other portions of the
house"
The officer entering, l closely following =
/ While he WAS examining the room | for the
/ first time obtained a fair view of the lady's
face. involuntariy threw up my hands il
amazement She detected the movement and
quick as thought, placed her hands upon hel
lips In moment l comprehended all
Richard Jansen stood before me. No-Rich
ard no longer, now that she had slain the de
stroyer of her peace, but Martha Jansen. my
/ former fellow-lodger. Heavens what discove
~. And for me to have been 50 blind, too
but no matter. The policeman searched the
house, but did not find the murderer.
/ The next day met Martha on Montgomery
street. She smiled and bowed, and confessed
l thought her an exceedingly pretty woman.
A week after she quietly left the State for
/ Georgia, where she is now residing. After the
sailing of the steamer l received note through
/ the postoiiice from Martha. She explained
all and thanked me for the assistance had
rendered her imaginary brother, Richard.
| When had informed Smith, as | did one
evening, that the sleek young cuss whom
he regarded with so much suspicion was 8
woman, he waited for me to repeat the asser
ton, and then checked himself in the act o.
calling me liar. The news excited Smith
and he went to bed drunk that night and
snored as he had never snored before.
/ She who was to have been the third wife o
/ Mayhem still lives in San Francisco. She was
married in August last. | met her in the
street a few days ago. How yiyidly the sight
of her face brought to mad the incident
/ have related She viii read this little story
perhaps, and learn for the first time, why she
did not become the wife of Mayhem, The
bigamist.