Lamoille newsdealer. [volume] (Hyde Park, Vt.) 1860-1877, 1874-04-01

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, the enraged man.
Pedro? Was it Pedro? A man stopped
. at the side of the bed and picked up one
} of those curious-looking cards, mute
witness of The terrible deed. hut bearing
upon its face unmistakable evidence as to
the murderer. Yes, it was Pedro. A
dozen men Immediately set out in pursuit
Of the murderer.
The grief Of the old man was painful to
witness. The room was cleared and S
consultation held outside as to what had
best be done. 1t was argued that no one
but the Mexican had been guilty Of the
crime. and that if he was captured he
would be in safe hands. They thought
it would be we'll for doctor to examine
the body and make report to a commit
tee of citizens A red.shirted mluer, who
was the district physician. pushed open
the door and entered the room. He an.
nounced his errand to Uncle Tucker, and
softly approached the bed. He opened
the boys jacket and gently turned it back.
He started and stepped back, while deep
blush dyed his face and neck as if he had
been caught in some shameful act. He
turned to leave the room, when the old
man, who had been watching him, clutched
him nervously by the sleeve.
I" Not yit, not yit, Doc" he whispered
"Tomorrer, an then ye may. Let the
burryin' take place this afternoon. An
will ye come an see to my dear child ?"
The doctor said he would and wringing
Uncle fuckers hand he passed out.
That afternoon solemn procession
wended its way up the hills to level spot
under the waving pines. A grave had
been dug, and the rude coffin was gently
lowered into it.Amid the hushed sobs of the
grief-strickeE man the rough doctor reau
the burial service. Grief was depicted in
every stern face and every eye held tear.
As the men stepped forward to ill the
grave the hardest character in the camp
advanced and threw pack of cards upon
the box WHICH held the form of little Joe.
There was rude eloquencc in 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 aud lit
tie mound raised over il! which was COW
cred with pure white syringas which grew
all about in profusion.
"Tew morrer, Doc. an then yc may
faltered Uncle Tucker, as he stood in his
door. Come in the morn IN an I'll tell
ye why" The light burDed late in Hotel
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
murder. 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. He knocked, but
receiving no answer walked in. The room;
was vacant, and the bed had not been dis
turbed. Perplexed, the doctor looked
about him, when his eye caught some
thing white laying on the table. 1t was
a letter directed to him. Opening it, he
read:
The dauter Nv favrite sister Nv mine.
losin her mother an havin cruel father,
runs ava an comes too her ole unkle. She
comes in this yer camp as boy, an fur
shaim 100 mi child and feer NV maxim talk
let's her sta SO, She wae thee darIin NV
ole fuckers hart and the Lord help Piero
if he gifts site on Hmm. Mi liili NV the
wally was looked from ole unkle afore he
wus lite-out whur no wun noie Hmm.
Ola fuckers heads a6rc doc. Mi affec-
ton to thee boys and tel EN- mi story and
will bee fur ava. Good by. Josephine
Fucker was her naim. s7e sdl
1is eeabIo HIRAM TUCKER. (
The hard Of the doctor trembled as he
cad this simple epistle; Old Uncle Tuck
,r had gone from among them, and his
iindly old face would never be seen
lgain. A" 2is '2t M f pta9a
An hour later another lifeless form lay
n the Hotel Independence. Some pass
'rs-by saw a figure stretched upon the
title grave up in the pines, and going to
I found it to bo Uncle Tucker, with his
'rms clasped about the mound and his
oul far away. They brought him back
ind laid him on the rude bed, with the
fright sun shining in and playing upon
lis lifeless features, which wore the smile
# old. o t1e sMl8Wns 83as9 ateWl
"What's Doc say, Jim 2" said a by
tander. airhm l8ad moli bsiaI
"Hc seq stroke Of aperplexy knocked
lin under, /" was the answer. m m