Madison times. (Tallulah, Madison Parish, La.) 1884-1???, 1884-10-04

SIDE OF the bay, lasSoed, and knitted him.
This time got a good look at him, and
I'll swesT that he Is dead now ,foIA
aAnd did you find any trace of Petril-
sNoncg cg9tGI yt3y ayo.C la sHui
/ "WelIj4 have had news Of lher, and
learned how the mistake was made.
That rascal Americana was better than I
expected him to be. He actually mar
ried her, / have been assured of it by
one who saw them married. They lived
in that tent we visited, Yesterday he
sold it. TO another gambler, purposing
himselfto go to Sacramento; and proha-
bly, to up country diggings. Doubtless
he stopped over at Oakland last night, to
gamble, and, beyond question, Petrilla,
who accompanied him, is somewhere
over there now.D- -..,-ll ,..-,... ......-
"Then we must 60 and find. her." !" 80 -
81, yes. You, no. You were seen over
there ,ast night, and might be suspected
of killing HIM. You don't know what a
woman may sayiswheffq qEer lover has
been killed Rsmain,here, my son, and
So it was arranged. ' Andrea slaiils tin+-
observed to the Mexican quarters, and
the father went alone to seek for his, be
trayed and unhappy child. He had no
protracted search 70 make The little
place was busziug with excitement, early
as was the hour. Harry Mulveil's corpse
lad been found. The deep crease made.
in his neck by the lasso and the knife.
thrbsts in his heart left no doubt that he
had been murdered. Naturally enough, it
was at first supposed that he had been
killed for purposes of robbery, but that
theory was !veryi quickly demolished
when all the handsful of gold, coin and
dust that he was known to have. had the
night before were found'in his pockets
and belt. Was it, then, for revenge?
Possibly. Every gambler had more or
less enemies among bis class, but had the
slayer been one of them-it was rightly
argued-the gold would have been taken.
And who knew his enemies2 Nobody
knew the fateful shadow that had fol.
lowed him from, Acapulco, and finally
driven him 80 - .;
| INTO THE JAWS OF DEATH.
Suddenly, pale and very beautiful
woman pushed 4, her way excitedly
through the throng until she reached
the corpse and with loud wailings and
lamentations, threw herself upon it. She
was the wretched Petnlla. In some wav
intelligence of his fate had reached her
almost before his body was cold.
"Ips Harry's wife, said some one
among the bystanders, and they, in SYM
pathy, drew back little from her and
her dead. 1t was at this moment that
Jose Gomez came upon the scene. For
few moments he stood regarding his
child in silence; then, laying his hand
upon her shoulder, he said, in tone of
command:
"Rise, Pertrilla, and come with me-"
| She looked up with startled scream
and seeing her father cried out:
"Ah 1t is you who have killed him"
That accusation from her lips was
enough. Though both had spoken in
Spanish, there were plenty of men pres
ent who we're familiar with that language
and in moment every one knew what
they had said. Rough hands seized Jose
and in few moments more he would
lave been dangling from a tree, despite
all his protestations of innocence, but for
the interference of a bold, popular and
well-known chap named Luke Johnson,
formerly New York fireman. who made
his voice heard above the clamor of the
crowd, shouting: - q.
That can't be so, for 1 saw him land
from a boat, coming over from Frisco,
not more than ten minutes ago."
JUDGE LYNCH -
stayed his hand and listened for more.
Luke went on: -
1fhe's the girls father, as he says, he
mayshave had it in his heart to do what
somebody else has done for him, but you
Idon'thang men for what's in their hearts
or there wouldn't be trees enough.
Suppose he came to knife Harry Mulveil
-t,s no more than some of You men
who bave daughters at home in the State
might do yourself under like clrcum-
stances, if the case is as 1 think it is"
Hebad won the day. Gomez was re-
leased Again he approached his child
apdsaid:
TPetrilla- home"
6tfn sobbing, dazed and as if only half
conscious while she yielded to the life
long habit of obedience to her fathers
voice, she arose to her feet and he had
already taken her hand to lead her
aHs1lwhen q stout, red, faced man, more
| than, half drunk, gambler known as
Dan Burns. rudely thrust himself for
wardskraspe6 the girl and gave her IA
ther push that sent him reeling back
ward against the foremost of the throng.
"Stand back, there" he yelled, "and
let this girl alone. She's mine. u -
| Petrilla uttesed aery of horror and de-
nial, while Jose was only restrained by
force from springing upon him with a
what 'ciaim1 have you on the girfq"
demanded Luke Johnson III SGT : ?.
r3j..e o"LwoS HERaAsT.siGsToay -.
from, Harry Malxeif, and shes mine, !" re-
piled Dan Burns. .He didn't want her
any more, because he was going up to
the new digeihgs, and Itput up $1,000
AGAINST her, and / won he, and she's
mine, BY Cd, and Pm going to have
hefFI Gig iLss = aI 'iIo SlIiROl q.
A threatening murmur of disgust that
boded no good to Dan Burns ran through
the crowd, but he wasi too drunk to heed
il, and even had he, been sober, it would
hardly have deferred him, for he was as
bold as he was badand the possession of a
woman as beautiful as Petrilla was some
thing worth taking some risks for there
at that time. - -" H.i''a'..
"Do you want to 90 with this MANI"
Luke johnson asked her in a clear, plac-
id tone.
GNo. no Iwould rather die first !" she
shrieked. ..,...... -..
every well, then, you sha'nt go" res
ponded Luke calmly. --.O Dat -
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