The Weekly Perrysburg journal. [volume] (Perrysburg, O. [Ohio]) 1861-1???, 1863-11-18

murdhcru' villain mate You, an heard him
shWcarin' To kill YOU. an Ill mind to get !
down an help you. but the divil u pin had |
l., much less good shillrlah, an SO kcp |
still aud prayed for YOU. But the omad- |
haun kilt volt, an buried YOU. an robbed !
YOU, an TUX your horse, and was un as it |
oull Nick was behind him and SO he was. !
I'LL 90 hail! An dim, to the divil wild my |
rosons, says | maybe tho poor itutlcman +,
isn't dead intircly; an SO | dug you up !
agin, an the Lord he praised you're worth |
" regiment OF dead men yet; an now I'll |
Just put wet rag ON your craynium, an !
wild aurthcr sup of whisky. wen be able tn
catch that divil's brother after all, may hc !"
And, suiting the action to tho word, he
took another pull ut the flask, and, handing
1t to me, proceeded, in u very skilliu man
ner TO bind up my head with my haudkcr.
chief, previously mo'steucd with the same
| balm hc recommended internally AS he
did SO, | remarked, for the first time, that
his torn garments were the remains Of an
| United States private soldiers uniform. and
at once guessed that tho "rasous of his
own for coucealmeut arose from his having
in all probability, deserted from one of the
| frontier posts. However, once moro re-
mombering my habit OF mindiug my own
business, | made no remark at the time
| tue moro willingly AZ ] owed him my life,
| aud could not tconscicntiously have betrayed
him, while to let him know my suspicion
would be causing him very unnecessarily
to distrust and perhaps abandon me.
In little while | was able to rise and
mount the horse that the would-he assassin
had left me, and which my companion
easily caught, and saddled and bridlcd with
my own recovered trappings. lie insisted,
pi
me back to the cabin | had left that after.
nooa, to which, being in the direction Bilks
had taken, | was resolved 60 return, aud
walking close beside my stirrup, in case OF
u relapse, he easily kept pace with the
! jadcd nag of the rObber.
Hero the waiter brought ia the coffee.
with the information that the cars would
arrive in fifteen minutes, and that Mr.. jones
was wanted up stairs by Mrs. J.
In five minutes" said the traveller,
pouring out his coffee. Help yourself
sir, aud il you take my advice, you'll use no
cream, but plenty of sugar. must hurry
up my story see. Fortunately there's lit
tic more to tell, and that little is Just this
| Before we had gone over 4 couple of miles
i'll the manner | described, we came upon
an object lying against Il charrcd stump by
the waysde, which the glom prevented us
| from identifying at first, but which, ON
closer inspection, proved to be the body of
Il man, lying in a strangely contVrtcd posi-
tion, MS if violently thrown FROM horse ur
vehicle. The body was still quite warm,
and upon turning it over, what was our
mutual astonishmcnt to behold the lectures
of the pickpockct, torgcr, and murderer
Colonel Mortimer Bilks, now ghastly and
rigid, but not otherwise dshgurcd.
| No trnrp of blunI WAS liSrrruihlp lut
on attempting to raise the body, tho cause
of his death was apparent His neck was
| broken.
Goadcd to madness by his drunken fury,
my spirited horse had, probably, started
wildly aside at ;hc sight Of the hlackened
tree stump, and Hang the villain hcadlong
from his scat.
My companion coolly possessed himself
of the outer garments of tho dead man, and
restoring to me the articles stolen from inc
during my insensbility, he drew the corpse
into the high grass, and there we left him !
Only eight minutes, Mr.. Jones, cried
the waiter, putting i'll his head.
An right William. You will excuse
my abrupt departure, sir Ito mc) but rail
way trains won't wait, you know, and so
Zone moment, sir !" exclaimed catch
ing him by tho arm, as he was about to
|
unbwied, did you?"
surely not. gave proper information
and directions ut the tavern neighbor-
ing magistrate was sent for, and after taking
my deposition, tho body was dccently in
! tered
And The Irish dcserter ?" ! asked,
still holding him fast.
= He is. at present, managing q small farm
Of mine in Northern New York"
And a--a--Aliss Sallic Brown Mr..
Jones what became of hcr?" | persisted,
keeping him prisoner still.
At this moment II lady's voice was heard
in TIE corridor, saying:
Which room is it, Wiiiiam? I'm tired
Of waiting for Mr.. Jones"
The traveller disengaged himself from my
grasp, and throwing open the door, cried,
" Here it is, MY dear was just coming
up to fetch yGu."
And, as a very pretty woman joined us,
he added, g think, sir, this lady can best
explain the subsequent disposition which
Miss Sallie Brown made OF herself; ch
Salie ?"
Just then the shrill whistle of the engine
shrieked along the hall, and ia another
minute Mr., and Mrs. Jacob Jones nodded a
goodbye from the car window, as the train
swept out of the station, leaving me, with
the portcrs and dropped passengers, on the
platform.
had, however, heard the tragic portion
Of the travellers story at last-thaI was a
comfort.
And SO, now, has tlle reader. May il
comfort him likewise.