Marshall County Republican. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1856-1878, 1875-02-25
HOW L BEC1ME RICH.
4 CALIFORNIA Narrotirc.

Farmhouse that went by the name of
Bloom Fallow. An exceedingly retired
man, slu1nised 70 be an Englishman,
named Kent, lived there III great seclu-
sion with his single servant, an old man,
who owned-and that was all you could
get him to own to-the name of Jerry.
, As to when Kent came there, or who he
was before he came there, or how he
made living there being no appear
ance of farming or stock-raising going
on-nobodJ knew. Happening myself,
however, 70 become possessed somewhat
singularly of certain interesting particu-
lars on the subject, will lay them before
you, and leave you TO form your own
conclusions.
bad been gold-seeking in that vicin-
Ity for several days with Indifferent sue
cess. when one evening, finding myself
near this house, which had never seen
before, and much preferring roof over
my head III I could have it, walked up
to the door and knocked, determined to
ask permission to spread my blankets ON
the floor for the right. | heard voice
within direct Jerry to open the door.
Then it was opened, and / was admitted
by the old man. Iproffered my request /;
but lie bent his ear as if he did not under
stand Irepeated it in a louder tone,
when a man whom had not before OBJ
served, crouching over low fire, with
out turning, answered me in the affirma-
tive.
entered, spread ny blankets, took a
bag containing gold dust from my pack,
and placed it under my pillow, and then
began eating few biscuits which 1 had
! with me FOR supper, when slight noise
against the thin partition at my elbow
. made NE turn my head Suddenly in that
direction There was a knot-hole about
two fee. from the ground, and looking
through it was an eye as red as game
cocks. \ moment more, and it was
gone. l heard the subdued sound of
: retreating footsteps, and door gently
closed
A little while after, old Jerry came in
from out doors, and sa. down by the fire
withou. speaking. vent1red few re-
marks. hoping to start q conversation,
but receiving no reply, gave up the at
tempt, and rolling myself in my blanket,
underworld to GO to sleep. There was
some singslarity in the conduct of my
hosts. thought put then was used to
singrila- people, and as for fear, so long
as M two pistols were In order, l did
not know what it was / troubled my
self but little with these or any other re-
Elections. however, and was soon worship
ing the "drowsy god"
How long 1 slept, do no. know. My
next recollections are of state of half
consciousness. In which seemed to be
struggling violently to wake, without the
power to do so; as If SOM inSefinable
but imminent danger were near Dle-that
should perish if I slept. Suddenly
awoke. 1 think it was the sound of gal
A,prDg steps Of horse approaching the
dwelling that caused me to regain my
consciousness at any rate, that was the
noise which first struck upon my ears as
opened my eyes. But did not devote
muck time TO reflection, / can assure
you for as 1 did so, the first object ]
saw was the figure of old Jerry bending
over me, while the moonlight, which
slanted through the single broken pane
Slittered upon the white steel blade of 8
huge bowie knife, which he held uplifted
Z In the act of striking. 1 must own that
L considered my life gone, for there wa
not even time for me to cock a pistol
but luckily, while the villain had not
seen me wake, the noise outside suddenly
called off his attention.
The delay was renewal of life to me-
and fatal to him. In an instant more,
had covered him with a pistol in an
other, fiasl, report, . clcud of smoke
and he fell dad, shot through the brain,
Almost simultaneously I heard tho
horse stop at the door. Some one dis