The Findlay Jeffersonian. [volume] (Findlay, Hancock County, Ohio) 1870-1881, 1874-04-24
FINDLAY OHIO FRIDAY MORNING, APRIL 24, 1874.

him out an shoot him down. Numbered
the enraged man.
Pedro! Was it Pedro? 4 man stopped
at the side of the bed and picked up one
of those curiOUS-loOking cards, mute
witness of the terrible deed, but bearing
upon its face unmistakable evidence "a
to the murderer. Yes. it was Pedro.
\ dozen men Immediately set out III
pursuit of the murderer.
The grief of the old man was terrible
TO witness. The room was cleared and
a consultation held outside, as to what
had best be none. IL was argued that
no one but the Mexican had been guilty
of the crime. and that if he was cap
tured he would be in safe hands. They
thought it would be well for doctor 10
examine the body and make report TO
a committee of citizens. \ red-shirted
miner. who was the district physician,
pushed open the door and entered the
room. He announced his errand 10
Uncle Tucker, and softly approached
the bed. He opened the boys jacket
and gently turned it back He startsd
and stepped back, while a deep blush
dyed his face and neck. as if he had been
caught in some shameful act He turned
who had been watching him, clutched
him nervouSly by the sleeve.
Not yit, not yit, Doc, " he whispered.
''To-morrer, anthem We may. Let the
burryin' take place this AFTERNOON. An
will you come an see to my dear childln
The doctor said he would, and. wiring
ing Uncle fuckers hand, he passed out.
That afternoon a solemn procession
wended its way up the hill to a level spot
under the waving pines \ grave had
been dug, and the rude coffin was gently
lowered into it. Among the hushed sobS
of the grief-stricken man, the rough doc
tor read the burial service. Grief was
depicted in every stern lace. and every
eye shed a tear. As the men stepped for
ward TO fill the grave, the hardest char
acter in the camp advanced and threw
a pack of cards upon the box which held
the form of little Joe. There was rude
elOquence i'll the act, and one which
spoke volumes in behalf of the simple
hearted fellow. who showed his devotion
to the dead in the best way he could.
The grave was filled up and a little
mound raised over it, which was cover
ed with the pure white syringas, which
grew all about in profusion.
''Tew-mOrrer, Doc, an then ye may"
faltered Uncle Tucker, as he stood in his
door. Come in the mOrnin' an I'll tell
we why" The light burned late in Ho-
tel Independence that night, and some
said Uncle Tucker was praying. Little
groups of men stood about. talking in
subdued whispers, when the sound of |
horses hoofs were heard coming up the !
road. 1t was the party who had gone in |
pursuit of the murderer. A nod from |
the leader told that justice had been |
dealt out to the fugitive, and every man |
breathed freely.
The next morning the doctor went to |
Uncle fuckers door. lie knocked, but |
receiving no answer, walked in. The |
room was vacant, and the bed had not |
been disturbed. PerpleNed, the doctor |
looked about him, when his eye caught |
something white lying on the table. 1t |
was Il letter directed to him. Opening |
it, he read:
The darter OF a favrite sister NV |
mine, lOsin her mother and havin' a cru
el farther, runs ava and CONS III this yer |
camp as boy, an fur shaim too hi |
child, an feer wv maxim talk, lets her |
sta so. She wos the darlin Ov ole Tuck |
er's heart, an the Lord help Pedro if he |
gifts site on him. NJ lilli NV the wally |
was looked from ole uncle afOre he wOs |
lite-out whur no one node him. Ole |
fuckers hed's fire doc. Nj affection |
too thee boys, and tel EN- mi story and |
i will bee fur ava. Good by. Josephine |
Tuck, woS her naim.
HIRAM TUCKER"
The hand OF the doctor trembled a. he |
read this simple epistle; Old Uncle Tuck
cr had gone from among them, and his
kindly old face would never be seen
again.
An hour later another lifeless form lay |
in the Hotel Independence. Some pas
sers-by saw a figure stretched upon the
little grave up in the pines, and going to |
it, found it to be Uncle Tucker. with his 1
arms clasped around the mound, and his
soul far away. They brought him back |
and laid him on the rude bed. with the |
bright sun shining in. and playin upon
his lifeless features, which wore the
smile of old.
Whats Doc say, JIM said a by
stander
He ser a stroke of aperpleXy knocked |
him under" was the answer
We'll, aperpleXy some call it, - replied
the other, but | say say lie died OF
broken heart"