Connecticut western news., 1871-08-25

mystery. Inc 1OunCaln was no natural spring, but simply the place of exit for the waters which accumulated 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 to an ordinary noun tain spring, that this was, no doubt, the main cause of the locality of the old soco- bon having fallen into oblivion since no- body, of course, dreamed of looking for it in the vicinity of fountain. It was clear to the young miner that he had made a discovery ofgreat 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 taiE.
 Don Jayne, after laboring for nearly an hour in his useless search, and being ex- cessively puzzled by the complete disap- pearance of the body, which he could in no plausible way account for, had left the task for further examination to the miners, and ascended the shaft in great perplexity Presently a new cause of distress and anxiety came to disturb him. The news of the dreadful accident. as it was con sidered, had spread to the village of San Adrian, and reached at last poor Marga- rita. Hurrying in frenzy of agonized excitement up the mountain, she suddenly presented herself before the director, as he was walking up and down the goJern, with his hands behind him, in the true English style of moody meditation. .5I .u | "Where is my husband-my Manuel ?'' she exclaimed, in a peremptory tone. Tell me, senor, for charity, where is my hus- band ?"
 "Dead dead!n~ she exclaimed, as the director was silent, and how did he die Who killed him? It never was his own fault No, Manuel was not drunkard My Manuel was not reckless. If he died, | 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, I accuse Miguel Gomez of his murder There stands the villain-look in his face and judge. It was only year ago, little while before Manuel and I were married that he offered the cargador Pedraza the post of captain of the gallery if he would l Rinconada. Answer me, Juan Pedraza us, is it not true ?''
 Juan Pedraza, miserable looking man with a face haggard from the effects o habitual intoxication, hdng down his head and made no reply. A gloomy silence ensued, which was at length broken by Don Jayne, who said:
 "Gomez, this affair begins to look seri ous for you. I am not your judge, but it is my duty to see that the matter under goes strict investigation. Perez-and you Francisco-I give the accused into yom charge. See that he does not escape, anG 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 ot the oversee1 ever since the explosion now suddenly gave way to an expression of ferocious de termination.
 "Stand off p he exclaimed, drawing hi. knife, "back, for your lives am inno cents of Manuel's death but I will no stay to have my life sworn away by hereti
 Jews, spiteful women, and drunken vii
 lains. Out of the way, Perez! Follow me at your peril p' .u
 With these words he darted out of tn
 gGIern and fled down the mountain at
 pace which defied pursuit.
 At this moment, Manuel, whose strengtl
 had been nearly exhausted by his labors il
 the mine, was painfully ascending the diff
 ficult path. He had nearly reached tn
 Rinconada, and had paused for an instan
 to take breath, when man suddent
 turned the corner at full speed. It wa
 Miguel Gomez. He held in one hand
 drawn knife, and looked backward over hi
 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 pallld face an } bloody hands, and eyes steadily fixed upo him, he receiled with cry of horror an
 alright. Whether it was mere acciden from the dizziness of the sudden shock, ( whether it was an access of suicidal frenzy
 can never be known; but the unhapp wretch disappeared from the sight of tn } horror stricken beholder, one last screal of despair ascending as tie criminal she } downward to his frightful and inevitabl doom.
 , Manuel overcome by sickening weak 5 ness, leaned against the steep side of th : mountain, and wiped away tue cold persp 5 ration which gathered on his brow thel summoning all his strength, he hurrie t forward and managed to reach the galer His entrance, as may be supposed, was u l cause of great agitation. Most of tho: present recoiled and crossed themselves l terror, though not so excessively as that |, the miserable Gomez. One person, hoy l ever, sprang forward with laugh of by 7 teric delight, and exclaimed:
 # "Ah, Manuelito, you are alive! kne l it was all a joke upon your poor lit d wifep' And with these words the owe i, joyed Margarita fell upon her husband o neck, and tainted away in his arms. l. need only add to the foregoing narr e tive that Don Manuel Campos, the prese1 e resident manager of the new mine of Si e Adrian, will receive with great hospitalit
 at his home in Zacatecas, any English tra e eler who may pass through that city, al If will, if desired, relate all the particulars s the remarkable accident to which he W # mainly indebted for his rise in the worl |. Dona Margarita, his very lady-like wifi . will confirm the account by her own test V mony, and by the additional token of 1t long haired, black-eyed urchin, some if a or six years old, bearing the identie e name of Adriano, in commemoration of t e event which happened shortly before h birth so that the essential truth of t if story may be considered as establish ,g beyond the possibility of doubt. m WATER IN THE DEsERT.--Water h
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