Gold Hill daily news. [volume] (Gold Hill, N.T. [Nev.]) 1863-1882, 1874-12-28
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sight or Murphy.

The following tale is q few days old.
but II has improved. no doubt. with age.
We have laughed over ID until we can
laugh nc longer. and there being moth
ing mean about US. Why va publish It.
so that others may also laugh.
A brakeman employed on the yard
engine at the Virginia depot, is acquaint-
cd with Murphy the condemned murder
er. who was to have been hung on the
18th instant. On the night Of the 18th
our brakeman went down to Carson. had
n long interview with the prisoner and
talked over cid times. recalling the
many scenes through which both had
passed together. The interview at last
came to an end, and the two parted TO
meet again on the following morning.
As soon rs day dawned the railroad man
called at the jail snce more, and after
several minutes talk he babe Murphy
farewell, never expecting TO address him
in this world again. Then he took q
walk. aud feeling sad and downcast. he
also took a drink.
Now, II there IL anything that will
make a man feel bad. why it Is Carson
whiskey, but our friend knew this not,
and still kept on imbibing. Unfortu-
nately he kept up his c~arousing until
nightfall. In the meantime some one
had informed him that Murphy had
been hung. This only served to make
him feel still worse. and drink until he
couldn't lift u glass. aud then he was
kindly taken to the Jail by an officer on
a charge Of being drunk and d~isorderly.
On the morning Of tho l9thho awoke.
He lay in his bunk. his head feeling as
though n forty-pound rock had fallen
sideways on IL. and his mouth parched
and dry. Then he tried to recall the
events OF the previous day. Slowly and
by degrees, his scattered senses returned,
and no remembered almost everything.
"well." thought he, ''what's the use
Of crying. Murphy's gone now, I'm
glad l didn't stay sober or l might have
seen him hung. I wish I had a drink
With this last wish he turned on his
side and faced the grated door OF his
cell. The light burning in the corridor
was turned low. and everything was
quiet and still as death. Pretty soon he
| heard a shutting step. and then he
called out, ''Say. Cd d-n you. give
me n drink Of water. quick.
This mild request was followed by
yoll that resounded through the Jail with
an unearthliness that startled every
occupant and brought him or her trsm-
bling TO the front Of their respective
cells. "Oh, heaven! Oh. God have
mercy ON me! Oh! oh!l oh!!! Murphy!
Murphy. Murphy!!! Oh-h-h-hi!!r'
Tom Conden, Deputy Sheriff, rushed
to the cell Of the drunk. fully expecting
10 find a well-developed case Of the del.
tremS. Such was not the case. There
stood Murphy-who had been turned
out OF his cell for a morning walk-in
front of his friends cell. shaking his
head sorrowiully and saying:
sob. Georsel who would a thocAt
would a fund We hero after a said to ye
ABBOTT drinkin'."
Condor quickly unlocked tho cell.
rolled his man over to the light and
asked:
"what tho devil ails you, You d-n
fool? Get up here"
Tho "d-n fool" merely gave = star
tied glance at the cell door, where Muir
ply still stood. and then he rolled over
with another yell and cried out:
"There he is. Don't you see him!
oh. God! take him away
Condor then nodded to Murphy to
step aside and he pulled his prisoner
more dead than alive with fright. out
into the corridor. Here he remained in
a half faint for a little time. and then
asked IL "he didn't see him."
Eyes" said Csndon." "I did see
him. What Of III"
WASN'T he hung Yesterday
"No, you IDIOT. Get back in there.
What do you mean by rousing up the
whole Jail with your internal criesf"
The brakeman then explained every
thing. had another long talk with Mur.
ply, and in consideration OF his a
scare was soon released and went on his
way rejoicing. promising himself never
...,, - toreh N dron az CaraCn WhlHky.