The New Bloomfield, Pa. times. (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1877-188?, 1877-10-23
NO. AZ.

Was the prisoner with you through
out the whole day Y"
No sir"
" At what hour did he leave you 7"
:" AT twelve o'clock"
"How do you know it was twelve
o'clock p''
I heard the whistle at Sam Cat
ling's.'
Did you hear anything else remark
able soon after this and before the return
of the prisoner Y''
The boys face famed scarlet and
white in streaks and patches, as though
he had been struck with whip of
thongs, but he answered bravely, +" Yes,
sir, heard pistol shot"
"How do you know that it was not a
shot from this carbine? ?'
Because / know the noise that old
shooter makes. Squire May has lent 1t
to me often to hunt partridges."
"You may sit down."
Gus paid no attention to the lawyers
order, but leaning forward, eagerly ad-
dressed the judge and the jury "May it
please your Honor, and you gentlemen
of the jury" he said-'Squire May smil-
ed. "He gets that from me-" he said to
himself, for they had talked often of
law and legal terms on their geological
trip. "What a fine lawyer he will
Make" he thought-''and you gentle
men of the jury" Gus went on, "I
would like to make few further re-
marks"
eff they have anything to do with
facts bearing upon the case" said the
Judge, with a smile at the boys attempt
at forensic eloquence, you may pro-
ceed."
"My mother and L, sir, do not believe
that Squire May shot my father. We
think that the murderer was stranger
from whom father had won considera-
BILE sum of money the night before.'
"The court has nothing to do" said
the judge, "with what you or your
mother may think or believe. The
question is, can you prove anything ?"
"No, SIR replied Gus. 4" L went down
to the Union saloon and found that
father had won the money from ped
lar, that the man who had lost it was
desperate, but he had left the town, and
no one knew where he had gone, or
what was his name"
May it please your Honor" said the
prosecuting attorney, ''all this seems
to me utterly irrelevant, and a useless
consumption of precious time"
"Have you anything further to state?"
asked the judge kindly.
No, SIR" said Gus, bursting into
tears, "but if this trial could be put off,
though I've never seen the man, I'd
track him like bloodhound, if had to
follow him to California" And the poor
boy sat down, covering his face in an
agony of grief"
The discovery was nearer than he
thought for messenger pressed through
the crowded room, touched Gus upon
the shoulder, and whispered that he was
wanted. Utterly bewildered, he rose
and followed hir, to low boarding.
house in disreputable part of the town.
There, upon a wretched bed, man lay
dying. In drunken condition he had
fallen from high bridge, and his skull
was broken in several places. Father
Murphy, the Catholic priest, had heard
his confession, and was now committing
it to writing. He did not look up or
speak as Gus entered, but went steadily
on with his work. A pedlar's pack lay
open upon chair, and Gus Antoine's
sharp eyes detected an object which
made him start forward and seize it. 1t
was the strip of embroidery which Hope
had made. He had found the man he
sought
Father Murphy, who had signed and
certified the paper, handed it at this
instant to Gus. Its purpose was, that
having been ruined in play by Colonel
Antoine, he had waited for and shot
him in Wild Cat Hollow. His money,
which he got from the murdered man,
he now left to the church, and he pray
ed for the forgiveness of those whom he
had injured. Gus turned to grant il, but
the hand that had committed the crime
had stiffened upon a crucifix, and with
the word PeccdVi upon his lips the soul
had gone.
Then Gus turned to Father Murphy.
Come quick to the court house," he
said. "We may be too late now.'
And with the confession in one hand