Lamoille newsdealer. [volume] (Hyde Park, Vt.) 1860-1877, 1871-05-10


act that a gave iay 80 near bis bone He
persisted in the repetition q the statement
that be had fuund the horse and ssddls-
har.. bat be admitted that there bad eeen
money in the latter.
He stood before them looking very IN
like . murderer. calling ON them tor lus-
tioe-oalling On God 20 witness the truth
q his woris Speaking q his yong wife
and BIZ old father; hdding his nciEhhcTs
remeinl,er that be had never done then
any wrong.
But Judge Lynch bad no mersy, no
compassion, no belief in the possibility Of
false accusation; and this Judge Lynch
was sn avcnger o. blood. The end was
what the end o. such a trial generally Is ;
the sentence, the awful one of death and
in les than three hours from the moEnent
on which they first saw the bridegroom
happy and blithe, standing with his bride
AZ the head Of the CAV country dance, his
body danglcd. horrible sight 20 look up
ON, from the branch OF the tree that shad-
owed what all believed to be his victims
grave
When all was over they found the old
father dead in his chair beside the ire
place, and found among the women hope
less sibbering maniac, whom they would
hardly have known for the rosy-cheeked
young bride.
They were revcnged. but at what cost
The two men returned 10 their homes, sad
dened and altered, vet not remorseful, for
they had but revenged their comrade and
this, TO them, seemed common justice
Tbs legal code of border life had been ad-
hcred to; but for the last look at the mad
bride they could scarcely have recognized
how awful all this had been. They lived
on together, still speaking often of pool
Charley, and fancying that in some Other
world he might even know how well they
had reyenged themselves upon his murder
er.
And so five years passed. And one day
the two went together into coffee room
kept by an old Frenchman in the City o.
San Francisco, and being in low spirits
out Of luck, and with slender purses, wer'
sitting disconsolately over their meal
when hand came down on each shoulder
and a voice cried:
'Found at last I've searched the city
for you. Heaven bless you, dear boys
1t was Charles Chester, handsome anC
cheerful, and well-to-do-looking-Charle'
Chester, whose murderer they believed
themselves to have lyrched years before.
And this was the story he told them
wondering at their pallid looks and awe
struck silence the while.
The money he had with him being il
gold, and heavy for his belt, he placed i
in his saddle-bags, and had completed
many miles of his journey, when, near
new but apparently deserted dwelling, h
saw a man lying, grooming terribly. Dis
mounting, he assisted him, and found thai
he was a traveller who had been set upol
by ruflians and robbed and wounded. HI
had crawled to this house for assistance
but found il empty, and now lay dying II
the road. Charles Chester had done In
best for the poor fellow, but without avail
He died in his arms just as the sun wen
down; and, by its fading light, he had dut
grave on the turf before the empty house
and there buried him. There was no ont
within sight, and his fears Of attack upoi
himself warned him to hurry on; but wheI
the last sad rites were over, and he turned
to remount his horse, it was gone. Tn,
animal had escaped in the woods, and Will
night coming on, all search seemed hope
less. The money in the saddle-bags ren
dered the loss maddening one. ii
threaded his way through the underbrusf
calling his steed by name, unth total dark
ness bid all objects and at last, strikin
his head violently against tree, he fell
the ground insensible: When he came
he found himself lying in wagon, I
which he had been conveyed by kind
German, who could speak no English. |
falling, he had broken his arm, and WI
, very weak and ill., Before he was able I
= communicate his story to any one, all hoI
of recovering either horse or money ha
| deserted him. He was in despair. II
4 could not assist his parents, to return
| his friends would be to throw himself upC
their bounty. This he would not do; al
his struggles had been great at first, b'
!, they were over now. He had done We
e by tue "old folks" and he had returned
n pay his debts and resume his friendsh
r with his old friends.
e He was with them he lived. The ia
y mer had doubtless told the truth. He
not even know why the turf had grown
s green in the little yard, and he had foul
# the horse at large in the woods, and knt
d nothing of the rider; but the thing h
been done, and could not be undone-t
N dead brought to life, or the maniac's mi
C restored, or the blood washed from t
lie murderer's hands. .H.
r OF course they told their story, and
is course they believed their friendship
warm as ever; but it was not SO. TIL
e never met each other again as of 20
is The two could not forget the man tn
a had lynched to avenge their friend, a
doubted the propriety of his returni
ly alive and merry to trouble their console
ces, which were quiet enough as long as
I'd seemed dead. As for Charles Chester,
cleared the murdered mans memo
n among his neighbors, and saw the wi
eyed, white-faced woman, who only she
IT. her head and moaned and muttered wi
he spoke to her; and then he, too, v
ok content to say goodbye to those who |
Id done the deed-albeit for his sake.
So the three parted, each going his o
sr way; for thus it seemed easier to for
/ a the deed done by Judge Lynch and
nd court on the day of the brides com
I'M home.
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nd paid the war contributions of Paris, q
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