Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1885-09-27

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hunt To 60 - 49, -
the Negiy murder ~ ad1s4 y As NO
list preceding. We formed connittss
and went to Frisco. and fbiing HE folkl
We made miner purse and Get them up
In business ct his old stand.
81 left the neighborhood shortly after and
vent TO Oregon. and from there driffed,
through oil the
vicissitudes of Fire and Flood.
all over the coast, sometimes winning, more
times losing, but always happy In my no.
madic life and the companionship OF those
Who shared my luck. Some Eve years ago
was lucky enough To- recover good deal Of
money, out OF which had been dsfrsnded
tome years, and found wife also. With
both treasures went into Old MERGED and
ought out good sheep range aud = tsw
lundred acres Of good wheat land. Fort,
uue smiled on me and no old-nmer ever
ras.ed my door but the string was oat tor
linn.
well, sir, about two years ago. along
came an old and thoroughly broken doSa
mal who claimed TO knos me, ard proved
10 be cre Of the two who joined in the hunt,
sud We talked the matter over, aud that
night hired him to herd sheep, and did all
/ could to make him happs. We went out
ON a part Of the range, which visited every
two DAYS and left him there, rs l thought
con,ented and happy. On my next usit.
and when nearing the sation, | noticed
the sheep were everywhere without care
and supposed the old fellow had gone 20
sleep. Hurying to the house heard mosu.
ing and selesring alternately aud entered
to ind him rolling on his bed with his eyes
bulped out in terror, and his appearances 80
changed that / recoiled q, sight of him.
CaIl,5p me franically not to leave him he
became ouieter, and finally, after soothing
ana pl omises told me the story tell you:
'Csp'n John, he said. I'm . goner. en-
can't stand her no more. This yer life was
too much hell for man like me. n so Ill
tell We ALL Here be looked into space with
a wild, hunted look, and
Lifting His withsred Hand
towards the sheep in view through the
dor continued, i hev been paid in my own
dust-I-say Cspn John, you remember
tbe time YOU an wen, after them thar
Cinnamon what killed old Peg. Lsgf Well,
nue. anu Whisky Pete was them thar China.
men and he laughed q demoniacsl laugh,
while |, who now saw the whole mystery
clear as bell, felt strong impulse to kill
him, By degrees learned from him that
! he and Whisky Pete, both OF them known
| thieves and desperate Characters, had, that
same night of my ride with Negly, dresssd
themselves in Chinese garb TO 20 on a
marauding trip, and were in hiding IN the
deserted cabin when We met our accident.
After nv departure they butchered the old
man, and, taking his belt Of dust set fire TO
the cabin and went to their own hons, not
a mile distant OF course Was the brat 70
meet them, and their tear Of detection lei
them TO ny 70 bring odium on NE among
the men. After the bunt they left the couu-
| ,ry on a prospecting tour aud IN the fast.
pcsses o. the North mountain gllche5
be killed Whiskey Pete to obtain
VIDA, he had and hal since led
| tie lie of ing miner, and finally heard
| Of me. He died 10 sbject terror that night
no ono being present but myself, and his
| reiri le sUileIings led me 10 believe that he
paid tn. penalty of his double murder. |
buried the body on the range, and return
ing told my wife The story, She was 40
| moved at his suffering that she prevailed
on me 10 put headooard on his grave. |
| took her 10 Tee the board when II was 10
place, and she went to the house for the
marking pot, and the next tins | saw the
board found she had marked on it. Fab.
er, forgive him. he knew not what he die. y