Connecticut western news., 1874-07-10

but am Captain Himpus, and I live at Three Creek Farm, over wonder. My wife and the young ladies will be glad to see you and if you will stop a month with us, we shall be all the more pleased. I will introduce you to all our best citizens, and I'll answer that theyl! be happy to have you among them" .#E sra'u'g. hf9" ru tso4 c I stammered out few words, and he hurried of, to be present at the catas! trophe. We saw no, more of them; but, after few. minutes of almost agonizing silence, we heard 8 band of horsemen ride past the cabin,' and could even hear their voices and laueh2 ter. looked almost timidly at Joe, who heaved 8 heavy sigh, and breaking silence for the first time since his re- prieve, -"They've done with Phil; there was worse men in the room than him, when the Vigilantes was here; though I don't deny, squire, that we hev been hard wretches," "g He paused, as if taking a mental retrospect of the wretched portion of his life, then, very suddenly changing his tone, said "Now, squire, must go, and that right away. I know where they hung Phil; shall cut him down, and leave some money with old Padre Francisco to have him buried, and all that but, before go, I have something impor- tant to say to you" -.s4 -, .''.
 "Do you require-"I began, put ting my hand into my breast-poeket, for thought he wished to borrow money but he waved his hand, and said--t'No; quite different. I have plenty of stamps, and if I hadn't got to clear out now, would soon be the richest man in these diggings.l You saved my life, stranger, and hevn't made no fuss about it 1; and I feel it. You came down from the mountains by this long gulch at the back, suppose ?" assented.R So' g
 "Thought SC" he continued. "Well, stranger, about half a. mile up that gulch, smaller gulch turns of--youu know it, because it's the first on the left richest lead of gold in Colorado, and it's a fortin for a man in a single sea- son. I can't, touch it now, but hev got the claim, and I hereby give you over that claim. Work it, and you're a millionaire" I strove to thank him, and to offer him the proceeds, or half but he silenced me, and said he didn't want to hear any more of the place. "You stop in here, squire," he said, "while I go and do what I've got to do for Phil" ..,.,. ,-.,-#--i.r, ts.. So he went, and I sat alore in the shanty until dawn, when he returned, looking as cold and impassive as ever. He mounted his horse-the Vigilantes had left one for him, and my own, out of several-and rode away, and I never saw or heard of him again-unless Joe Baker, from Colorado, who was shot at a saloon in Nevada, was my friend, as some of my mining acquaintances de- clared to be the case. fuigg : o' aa'.~
 I had mining acquaintsnces, and I followed the counsel given me, and worked the gulch, which, by the by, I proposed to call Annabelle Laurentina Gulch, after my eldest daughter but which the people about, and event the county surveyor, would call Ugly Bar ney Gulch. Why, or who Barney was, I had not the least idea. But as Blakey averred, it was the " richest lead in Colorado; took many thousand dol lars from it that summer, and then sold it to company for many thousand dol- lars more. It is exhausted now, but it's original purchasers were enriched, No amount of gold, however, would tempt me to reside in a country where Vigi- lantes, with their Lynch law, are a per- manent institution, and where I used, at twilight, to fancy saw the phantom of the ill-favored Phil Marll lurking among the shadows and holes at the foet of the ravines. aqs.a e'' 9"""