The Morning herald., 1876-05-27

na0 1OrgOtten all aDOut uIm' OuI one Wao
on his tracks still. One morning he was
strolling up Montgomery street, jingling
his gold in his pockets and Illuminating
whether he should try a game OF chance
once more or put on the arm of virtuous
resolution and keep aloof. II he won he
could 20 back to his wife in New Orleans,
pay his debts like man, and resume bust
ness with his friend; but then, again, II ne
lost-ah, there was the difficulty Whlle
pond in this way he reached the cor
ner of Post street, where two or three men
happened to be standing, engaged in con-
of them lifted his hat.
"Ah, Colonel" said he "you here, ehs
Glad to see YOU. IT'S some time since we
met"
"Really, my dear sir"
"You don't know me- eh! interrupted the
stranger" -,
81 have some vague recollection of YOU
returned Cronan, bit can't place you just
at this moment.
"Let me aid your memory" observed the
stranger. ado you remember the Wilder
nessV
81 should think So" replied Cronan,
still cudgelling his brains.
"Do YOU remember the one armed man
| YOU wanted to have shot as Union spys"
said the stranger, tlaunting the armess
sleeve in the others face.
"Certainly, sir, certainly" returned Gro
nan, quickly, but without the change OF
muscle, "YOu are the man, believe. Your
name is Smith, if don't forget"
"You don't forget. That's my name.
And now, my dear Colonel, since you re-
member my name you must also remcmoer
that you owe me reckoning"
"Anything you wish," returned Cronan,
promptly. ., n,
lenpc YOU to mortal combat. 1t is moon
light. and we must meet Tonight, as !
have urgent business which call me else
where"
That evening at eight the parties met
three blocks to the north of Laurel Hill
Cemetery. Cronan went alone, the only
friend in whom he could con1de being
absent from the city. Revolvers were the
weapons, and CronAn fell at the first eX-
change of shots. The blood oozed from his
side, and he was apparently dangerously,
If not fatally wounded. Smith and his
friends thought him hopelessly injured, and
to conceal the deed, wipe out all trace OF
the encounter, and thus prevent tedious and
unpleasant investigation, they carried MIN
to Meipgs' wharf and threw him in and lett
him, The friend, on returning to the city
and missing Cronan, acquainted six or seven
mutuals friends of the circumstance that
Cropan had left him note in his room an
noupcipg that he was about to fight duel.
Not doubling that he was killed they made
diIipent search for his remains, but to no
purpose. They were anxious TO recover
the body in order to give 1t decent inter
ment, but the search was fruitless.
Fifteen months afterward respectable
painter in this city-the friend alluded to as
being absent from the city at the time OF the
hostile neeting-received letter from our
adyenturer, detailing among other things
the circumstances of the duel; he 1eil
slightly wounded how he feigned insensi,
bility for fear of being assassinated, ano
, how the parties bore him to Meiggs's wharf
and threw him into the water, where the
shock from the cold water revived MN, ano
he swan out when his enemies were AZ
short distance: and finally how nc leit Cai
, ifornia as cook on shipboard TO escape nis
, vengeful enemy, who, ne had no douot
would pursue him like sleuth-hounu IL nt
, remained in the country. 1t remains 20 tel
the postmark OF this extraordinary letter
aud the more extraordinary announcement
with which 1t was concluded. Inc versa
, tile Cronau dates his letter from Carlo, an(
+ makes the astounding revelation that he i
e an officer in high command in the Khedive'
s service? No later than six weeks ago
gentleman in this city received a letter iron
n Mrs. Cronan, in New Orleans, inquirlnl
!. about her husband, stating that as she Nat
e never heard from him since he left, sh
4 must conclude he was dead, and In thi
n event her interests prompted her to listen t.
: the addresses of his former partner IN busl
o ness and get married. But If, on the othe
9 hand, he was still living and would return
j. all would be forgotten and forgiven, an
Y they might spend their days in content an
# happiness. Smiths whereabouts have late
o ly been discovered, and the last heard of hlI
d is that he is living with an Indian wife l
the Black Hills.
e| The Ruin Of FjtZAu&h.