The Potter journal. [volume] (Coudersport, Pa.) 1857-1872, 1865-07-19

even at the first, but had received the
awful intelligence as one mentally stupe-
fed-as one who could not clearly believe
the facts and comprehend the whole ex-
tent of his loss. It was observed that his
features suddenly became deadly white,
even to his lips, and then gradually
changed to livid hue, which remained
without alteration, and without being
afterwards tinged by even the slightest
flush.
"Who did it ?" be inquired, in tone
OF unnatural calmness.
Three men were Daned-George Har-
baugh, James Fawcet, and John Ellerv.
These men were known as gamblers and
had been suspected of being robbers and
murderers. They did not live in the vii
lage, but had visited it occasionally, and
one of them had, some time previously,
had a quarrel with Bradway, and threat
ened revenge, though the latter little
dreamed at the time that anything so
terrible was meant as had been accom-.
plished.
It is but justice to say that, though the
BradHays, as previously mentioned, had
made themselves very unpopular IN the
place, there were very few of the residents
who openly sanctioned the horrid crimes
that had been committed, and there were
some who boldly expressed hope that
the vile perpetrators would yet meet with
a Just punishment but though the ruf-
fans had made no secret of their fendish
deeds, and had even boasted of them be.
fore they left the place, no one had made
any attempt to arrest or detain them, and
they had gone, no one knew whittier.
1t was about ten O'Clock in the morning
that William BradEay first saw the ruins
Of his home, and heard the awful news
Of his irreparable loss and all through
the remainder of that day and the night
which followed it he conducted himself
in the manner we have described, seem
ingly taking DO notice of the curious
groups that gathered around him, and re-
plying to none of the Idle questions put
to him.
The next morning he went into neigh
bor's house and asked for something to
eat, which was given him. He offered TO
pay for this but the man of the house de-
elined to,receive any money, and, with
expressions of sympathy, invited him to
make his home there for few days.
"No," returned Bradway, 81 intend to
leave to day
'You don't look as if you'd got strength
to 20 far" said the man in kindly tone.
II have that within which will sustain
me" replied BradWay.
He then inquired into the particulars
Of the awful tragedy and the direction
taken by the murderers-speaking calm
ly to all the replies-his features the
while retaining their unnatural, ,livid hue,
and displaying no signs Of emotion, save
perhaps now and then preceptible quiv.
er Of the bloodless lips. As he passed
through the village, after taking leave Of
his family, he was several times stopped
By different parties who wanted to enter
into conversation with him and find out
what he intended to do, but he gave them
only evasive answers, and slipped of as
quietly as possible.
1t was about two months after this
that George Harbaugh, late one night,
was picking his way through the dark
streets of Nacogdoches from a gambling
house to his lodgings, when man came
up to him and quietly said: "GoOd even
ing, sir !"
"Who're you? and what dye want {"
demanded the rufian in a gruf, ,surly tone
at the same time thrusting his right hand /.
into his bosom as if to draw pistol.
"Do not be alarmed, 81" +" returned
the stranger; "but permit me to ask you
one or two questions. In the first place,
is your name Gee. Harbaugh 2"
"Well, what Oft, whether it is or Is 'nt?"
was the uncivil demand.
"If it IS, owe you something, which I
wish to pay" returned the stranger
"and if it is not, perhaps you can put me
in the way to find the person I seek 2"
"What do you owe me for and how
much ?" inquired the gambler, taking his
hand from his bosom.
~ am right then, in supposiug, I sd-
dress George Harbaugh himself?"
"Yes, that's ny name. What's yours,
Hher'd we ever meet before 2"
'If am not Mistaken" pursued the
stranger, "you with two companions,w ,were
at the village d, on the Red river
on the night of the sixth of September
last ?"
"Ho what's this ?" cried the rufian
springing back, and again thrusting his
hand into his bosom.
He had not time for more, ere with a
fash and a crack ball passd through
his breast. As he staggered and fell
shouting murder,a sharp knife was drawn
across his throat and the name Of William
Rro1VaY hissea intn his drinn CIR Il