Lamoille newsdealer. [volume] (Hyde Park, Vt.) 1860-1877, 1871-08-30

bis sepulehre few outward, and gave him
back once more 90 warmth and light.
With little additional labor be enlarged
the aperture, until he was able 10 force
himself through il. But what was his
astonishment, when at length he stood
under the open sky, 20 find that he was
in the exact spot in which be had taken
his noontide meal only a few hours be-
fdrel
A moments consideration cleared up the
mystery. Tho fountain was no natural
spring, but simply the place Of exit for the
waters which accommodated in the mine,
and percolated through the mass Of rocks,
earth, and vegetation that closed the
entrance Of the adit. So exact, however,
was its resemblance 20 an ordinary noun
tain spring, that this was, no doubt, the
main cause of the locality of the old s0ca-
bon having fallen into oblivion since no.
body, Of course, dreamed Of looking for it
in the vicinity of fountain. II was clear
10 the young miner that he had made
discovery Of great importance TO the COM
pany. With this thought in his mind, and
eager to inform his friends Of his wonder
ful escape he set out at once up the noun
tain.
Don Jayne, after lsboring for nearly an
hour in his useless search, and being ex
cessively puzzled by the complete disap-
pearanee OF the body, which he could in
no plausible way account for, had left the
task for further examination TO the miners,
and Sscended the shaft in great perplexity.
Presently a new cause Of distress and
anxiety came to disturb him. The news
of the dreadful accident, as il was con-
sidered, had spread to the village OF San
Adrian, and reached at last poor Marga-
rita. Hurrying in a frenzy Of agonized
excitement up the mountain, she suddenly
presented herself before the director, as he
was walking up aud down the gaLera, with
his hands behind him, in the true English
style of moody meditation.
"Where is my husband-my Manuel 2"
she exclaimed, in peremptory tone. Tell
me, senior, for charity, where is my hus-
band %
"Dead dead!" she exclaimed, as the
director was silent, and how did he die
Who killed him2 1t never was his own
fault No, Manuel was not a drunkard.
/ MY hdllutl was lOl ItIhltNSs IL
it was not by his own hand. Show me
the murderer"
"My poor child" replied the director,
there is no murderer. There was care
lessness, but no crime.
"Never tell me that, Don Jayne" "My
Manuel was no sot, no madman, to throw
away his life like Pedro Bravo. If he is
dead, | accuse Miguel Gomez OF his murder
There stands the villain-look in his face
and judge. 1t was only year ago, little
while before Manuel and were married
that he offered the ca9gador Pcdraza the
post of captain of the gallery if he would
come behind Manuel and push him off the
Rinconada. Answer me, Juan Pedraza
before the great God who sees and hears
us, is it not trueW
Juan Pedraza, a miserable looking man
with face haggard from the effects o
habitual intoxication, hung down his head
and made no reply. A gloomy silence
ensucd, which was at length broken by
Don Jayne, who said:
"Gomez, this affair begins to look seri
Gus for you. | am not your judge, but II
is my duty to see that the matter under
goes strict investigation. Perez-and yot
Francisco give the accused into you
charge. See that he does not escape, anC
bring him before the alcade tomorrow
morning, when all now present will attend
the examination"
The nervous anxiety which had been de
picted on the countenance OF the oversee
ever since the explosion now suddenl,
gave way to an expression of ferocious de
termination.
"Stand off p he exclaimed, drawing hi
knife, back, for your lives | am limo
cents of Manuel's death but | will no
stay to have my life sworn away by hereti
Jews, spiteful women, and drunken vii
lains. Out of the way, Perez Folloy
me at your perilP'
With these words he darted out of tn
gaJern and fed down the mountain at
pace which defed pursuit
At this moment, Manuel, whose strengt
had been nearly exhausted by his labors i
the mine, was painfully ascending the di
ficult path. He had nearly reached tn
Rinconada, and had paused for an instan
to take breath, when man suddehl
turned the corner at full speed. 1t wa
Miguel Gomez. He held in one hand
drawn knife, and looked backward over h
shoulder, as if expecting to be pursued
{ But when, on turning his head, he behel
, directly before him the figure of his victim
/ standing motionless, with pallId face an
! bloody hands, and eyes steadily fixed upo
+ him, he recoiled with cry of horror an
alright. Whether it was mere accideI
,, from the dizziness of the sudden shock,
whether it was an access of suicidal frenz
can never be known; but the unhapE
+ wretch disappeared from the sight of tt
= horror stricken beholder, one last screa
= of despair ascending as the criminal sh'
\ downward to his frightful and inevitab
doom.
1 Manuel overcome by sickening veal
: ness. leaned against the steep side of Il
mountain, and wiped away the cold perrsI
ration which gathered on his brow the
+ summoning all his strength, he hurrl'
i forward and managed to reach the gate,
4 His entrance, as may be supposed, was q
cause of great agitation. Most of tho
:, present recoied and crossed themselves
!, terror, though not so excessively as that
= the miserable Gomez. One person, hoy
. ever, sprang forward with laugh of by
q teric delight, and exclaimed:
"Ah, Manuelito, you are alive! kne
it was all a Joke upon your poor lit'
g wfep' And with these words the owe
'f loved Margarita fell upon her husband
= neck, and tainted away in his arms.
,t I need only add to the foregoing narr
], tive that Don Manuel Campos, the prese
y resident manager of the new mine OF =
y Adrian. will receive with great hospitallt
II at his home in Zacatecas, any English IRA
eler who may pass through that city al
= will, if desired, relate all the particulars
le the remarkable accident to which he "
d mainly indebted for his rise in the worl