Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1891-07-19

came from the East to make search aud
| finally found his watch in pawn at Berna-
| lilo BY this clew four Of his murderer
were traced, and an Albuquerque mob left
them dangling from four telegraph poles
Marino, however, escaped and retribution
did not overtake him until three years aftel
1 knew him.
Killed Through Friends Treachery.
A Mexican whom he had treated with
| great generosity, and upon whose friend
ship he relied, was bribed to kill him, or to
assist deputy sheriff in doing so. The
precious couple met Marino on the forest
road a few miles from Golden, and the
always alert outlaw challenged them.
''What Don't you know me ?" cried the
false friend, riding up with cordial smile
and extending his hand. As Marino grasped
it, the traitor jerked him forward and 'the
cowardly officer put a bullet through
| Marino's brain from behind. Had the
heavy ball gone through the heart instead
| of instantly paralyzing the great nerve
center, there is no doubt that man OF
Marino's force of will would have slain both
his murderers before dying himself; and
| they knew that no mere surprise, however
complete, could make them a match for
that lightning marksman. Only some such
cowardly trap as theirs could have con-
quered him. Marino was dearly loved by
the common people, to whom he was very
Robin Hood, feeeing only the rich and
dividing with the humble; but be was a
terror to that whole section, and his death
was relief to the public.
In the ruins of the old church Just be-
yond this fatal crossing 1 stopped to rest
and escape the lev wind, for all my clothing
was wringing wet, while Shadow was in a
T.
the road again, but with increasing anxiety
There had been an ominous change in the
weather, and sheet-liks clouds covered the
sky.
The Guiding Footprints Covered Up.
The wind was rising, too; and suddenly
saw, with thrill of terror, that few finer
particles of the dry snow were beginning to
blow northward. That may seem circum-
stance too trivial to mention at all, but
knew it was matter of life or death. We
we're in trackless wilderness, far from help,
or food, or warmth. and with no more than
the remotest idea in wha. direction they lag;
night near at hand and deadly chill in the
air, and our only guide to safety the foot
prints of horse. In ten minutes my fears
were realized. The wind took sudden
strength and came shrieking sayagely down
the valley, scooping up great sheets of the
snow-hour and whirling it hither and yon
in binding volleys. The footprints, upon
which our lives might depend, grew dim
mer, faded, were wiped out altogether I
pulled my hat over my eyes, shut my teeth
and plunged desperately and blindly on in
trail 1t was fearful struggle against that
head-wind through the snow.
Presently Shadow crouched under q
spreading pinon, whose piny boughs kept
off the storm, and howled dismally I
called to him, and then walked on, thinking
that the poor fellow would surely follow;
but he was too worn out, and only howled
the louder and did not bulge. 1 went back
to him, put my knife belt around his neck,
and led him. For perhaps a mile he did his
best to come on, but ther he could keep his
feet no longer, and could only be dragged
limp and helpless as dead body. That
would not do-the strap would choke him.
Deadly as the danger was 1 could not desert
him-dear Shadow, who had come to seem
more like a brother than dog, in our long
and lonely walk together.
In TrackIess SHOWS.
1 picked him up and threw him upon my
heavy knapsack, his legs on either side of
my neck, and carried him as one carries a
sheep. And then / began to lose all hope
impossible, the wind more cruel It was
already several degrees below zero. Down
my legs and body trickled rivulets of sweat;
and my outer clothing, sweat-soaked for
hours, was now frozen stiff. We were off
the road, too, and in rough country, cut
every few rods by deep arroyos running
to the creek. These were drifted full; and
a hundred times / tumbled into them with
out warning, cutting aud bruising US both
cruelty, the fine snow sitting down my back
and chilling my strength; floundering out
again only by the energy of despair, and
struggling on only to fall into another
trap
NY strength was gone. The endurance
which had never failed before, though often
sorely tested, was at an end. Nothing but
bulldog" kept me up. L knew that to
stop meant sure death, and with unseeing
eyes and ears ringing with strange sounds
and mind sinking into a strange, pleasant
1 still struggled on, making
new footprint less fast than the drifting
storm covered the last one made. And then
1 stepped in burrow and could not rise
again; and there We lay, done for and lost
in trackless SHOWS
CHARLES T. LUMMIs.