Litchfield enquirer., 1875-10-14
,ound for California.
 Despite Lnmley's hopefulness, luck nev-

bound for California.
 Despite Lnmley's hopefulness, luck nev CT turned.
 It was the same feverish unrest and te dious waiting the sense of degradation b day. and at night the briliiantly -Eehte, gambling hell, the excitement the fascina ton. trembling betwixt hope and uncer tainty, the frequent potations to steady hi shake nerves. and, as the night wore on uncertainty deepening into failure ant disappointment and each morning Lum ley's Pardner led him silently and slowl, away, until time, wearing on, brought a last thls appeal =
 '.For Gods sake, old man, when vii you let up."
 So help me heaven. as soon as I ge back two thousand dollars, swear neye to touch cards or dice again"
 And Lumley was dead in earnest thi. time. Still, he would accept nothing iron his partner
 The night the Ocean Belle was signallet into port, Lumley's Pardner beckoneG "Monte Bill" aside-I reckon you have heard of Monte Bill. the best brace dealel and short card player west of the oId Mississippi-and some secret understand ing past between them.
 In the midst of game. Lumley's Par dner left his his post, which was some thing unusual. passing Monte Bill on hi. way to the door. It was not generally noticed, but as he passed he dropped small. compact package into the gamblerl hand then slouching his sombrero ovel his eyes, he left the hall.
 Pausing in the street Lumley's Pardnel looked anxiorsly down. It would have been dark but for the street-lamps, for il was full two hours to moonrise but down by the wharf shone out the gleam oi . new signal-light, which, poised at mast head, glowered through the dark like tho fiery eye of a gigantic Cyclops; the Ocear Belle was in. Ten minutes later, pushing his way through the bustling crowd thal thronged the deck, he hurried across tho plank and made his way straight to tho cabin.
 The past seemed all a dream, as he stood agaIn with a wildly beating heart before 8 once familiar form-familiar still though bearing the maturer crown oi motherhood. Her face was even fairer than of old. blushing with its own wild rose tints of loveliness, her soft eyes shin lng up in bright expectation.
 The broad sOmbrero, sloucied over his shaded his features. She saw only bronzed cheeks and strong beard, The tremor in his voice might have meant difIidence:
 $ "Pardon me, madam, you are-I believe
 that IS to say-I am Lumley's Pard- ner."
 She held out white hand cordially.
 "And my husband"
 Ills we'll. am to take you to him."
 He took timidly the hand she extended ts him, awkwardly the little woman Thought and then let it go.
 s'Give me the child"
 He took the sleeping child in his arms. and so burdened piloted the way to car riage close beside the wharf. Putting her inside. he laid the child gently almost in her lap.
 Were to drive around and pick up Lumley. It only few minutes ride"
 One last searching glance from under Ehs protecting sombrero. and he closed Insa carriage door, mounting to his place
 Oddly enough, Lumley had just finish sd winning game with Monte Bill when Lumley's Pardner came hurriedly in. As he clipped quietly back to his post. Lum- ley sat eying the ''pile"-s2, 300. He put put his hand to take it up, paused, drew t back, picked up the cards and began to 'huffie the cards for another stake not hat he had forgotten his oath, or the wo- nan and child he loved, but a long way lhead of anything else was the thought hat luck had turned-that he had only to 'ollow it mp and win back the past. Lum- ey's Pardner stopped to his ear.
 You'd better throw up the game, lit. 'le mother and. your boy are waiting here outside"
 Lumley started-half rose to his feet. looked up into his partners face, and 'hen at the cards, then at the door, then Ristfully back at the cards and the gold. AS with q heavy sigh he sunk into his seat lgain, Lnmley's Pardner, dashing the ,ards from his hand, raksd up the stakes md forced the money into Lumleyis pock- stt.
 How long will you keep your wife and 'hild waiting, alone, at night. in strange ,ity. before the door of a gambling house. '" The thrust struck home. Like a man from a dream. Lumley sprung lp, crushed on his hat, and flew to the loor.
 Once in the little womans' arms. he was 'afe. Lumley's Pardner knew him well enough to know that. He never followed him, but slipped out of the side door, and he next day saw him back in camp. a rife pale and sterner than was his won't, put the clear gray eyes dauntlessly honest md brave.
 And I reckon, to this day. Lumley nev- knows how much he owes his old mate, or that his Lulie had one true lover, whom he once knew and appropriated to himself in the person of Lumley's Pardner.-Over- 'Gad Monthly.
 A remarkable instance of deathbed re- pentance has just occurred Tn Butler coun- ty, Ky. A man who was very i'll, confi- dent that his last hour was fast approach ing sent for magistrate. and made con- fession that in the year 1870 he had mur. dersd man named Charles Mitchell. on Green River. His story was that during the war he and Mitchell had robbed a maa named Davenport in Warren county. and Mitchell had taken more than his share. In revenge, the murderer watch. ed his victim for ten years with the pur- pose of killing him, and at last. when A favorable opportunity presented itself. he shct him through the heart. Mitchell when shot was standing on . barge. and his body fell into the river. It was never found, and though suspicious of foul play were entertained. there was no proof even of his death. The man who fired the fa- tai shot, having eased his conscience bv immediately began to get bet. ter, and now promises to regain his health entirely. In the mean time the officers of the law are preparing to arrest and prose. cute him whenever he has recovered sufi- ciently to be safely removed from his bed.
 Mr. B.. a well-known metropolita ? printer. mentions that on one occasion an old woman from the country came into the printing office with an old large print Bible in her hand. "I want" said she. ''that you should print it over again. It's getting little blurreed sort of. and nv eyes are not what they was. How much do you ax?" ''Half-a-crown." "Can you have it done in half an hour? wish you would-want to be getting home; I live . good way out of town" When the old lady vent out, he sent round to the office of the Bible Society and purchased copy Nax.NK nfs