Warren sheaf. [volume] (Warren, Marshall County, Minn.) 1880-current, 1892-07-07
A MIDNIGHT STRUGGLE.
How Was Saved from an Assas-
sins Knife.

SID 8 kuu9.
Twenty years have elapsed since this
event happened, but I never shall for
get it. Bill Sutton and had been
working as partners on a mining claim
on the banks of Lake Owen, small
lake in the eastern part of California
near the Sierra Nevada mountains. We
had been very successful, and by dill
gent labor had amassed quite a respect
able fortune in gold dust. Other
miners, working not a quarter of a
mile from our claim, had labored equal
ly as hard, but luck was against them,
and their earnings had amounted to al
most nothing.
There were stragglers about the
mines who would not hesitate to muir
der a miner for his gold if it was known
that he had any in his possession. Only
the night before, George Wolfang, a
German miner, had been found welter-
ing in his blood, which was still en-
crusted around bullet hole in his
kbreast. No clew to the perpetrator of
Tthe deed could be found It was all
shrouded in mystery.
On the day of which I am about to
make particular mention, was in our
cabin, after hard days work under
scorching sun, weighing our gold dust.
Bill had just started down to the lake
for water, preparatory to getting sup
per. l had finished weighing the gold,
and was about to deposit it in the Sc
cret hole in the floor of the cabin, which
served us as a bank, when my atten-
ton was attracted by slight noise at
the only window in the cabin.
I dropped the bag of gold dust, and
raising my eyes in the direction of the
window | saw mans face pressed
close to the glass. with his villainous-
looking eyes fixed greedily on the bag
of gold dust which now lay on the floor.
snatched my revolver from my belt
and cooked it, but when looked again
the face had disappeared.
l Immediately rushed to the door and
opened it, but was only in time to
catch glimpse of the mans form as
he disappeared in the thick foliage
which surrounded the cabin.
| knew pursuit was useless, as dark
ness was fast approaching. With evil
forebodings as to the result of the dis
covery of the villain, which believed
him to be, returned to the cabin, and
found Bill Sutton there before me.
What is the meaning of this?" he
asked, as l entered, pointing to the
opened bag of gold dust on the floor.
explained to him what had tran
spired during his absence.
Tom" he said, gravely, when had
nj ha If hoe vt
yet. While that villain knows that we
have such a large amount of gold in
our possession our lives are not safe.
It's my opinion that the fellow who
murdered and robbed George Wolfang,
and the man you detected spying upon
you tonight, are one and the same per-
son.
THAT is my belief said II did
not like the look of his face. 1t had
murderous look about it, and think
the owner of it would be capable of
committing any crime"
''If he comes here we will give him
warm reception" said Bill, as he care
fully reloaded his revolvers.
That night we retired with our revol-
vers under our pillows, but we,were not
molested, and everything passed off
TRANQUILITY. The next night passed off
in the same manner, as did the whole
week following, and we soon began to
forget the event of the week previous
Bill said it was only imagination. that
l had seen no face against the window
at all: but he could not make me be-
lieve that it was imagination. l was
sure I saw that face at the window,
with its devilish eyes peering greedily
at the bag of gold dust. In the midst
of my sleep / would awake with a
nervous start, imagining that he stood
over my bed with knife appraised
ready to plunge it into my heart.
One day Bill had occasion to go to
the neighboring town of Stubvil1e, sit
uated about twenty miles distant, after
supplies, and was to be absent over
night.
eff the owner of that mysterious face
should happen to pay you a visit
though don't think he will-don't be
afraid, but give him an ounce of cold
lead, or d couple of inches of steel, and
solve the mystery OF the murder of
George Wolfang," said Bill, as he shout
dered his rifle and started off for Stub
ville
watched him till his form was hid
den from view in the forest, and then
entered the cabin.
Darkness soon came on, and, after
having securely barred the door and
window, retired to bed, but could
not sleep The moon, which had here
tofore been hidden from view by the
clouds, now shone 9out with unusual
brilliancy, lighting up the whole cabin.
A feverish unrest was upon me.
Thoughts of the event of the week
previous began to fit across my brain.
After tossing about uneasily upon my
bed for a couple of hours at last fell
asleep. How long l slept could not
tell, butt was awakened by creak-
ing noise in the direction of the door
Iopened my eyes, and the sight that
met my gaze sent thrill through my
body. There in the doorway stood the
owner of the identical face had seen
at the window. In one hand he car
ried a dark lantern, while in the other
was a long, murderous looking knife.
My revolver and knife were under
my pillow. strove to grasp them, but
my hand seemed paralyzed.
He entered, closed the door noiseless-
ly, and crept on tiptoe toward me,
keeping the knife still firmly clutched.
Heavens! was to be murdered in my
bed, with a revolver and knife under
my pillow? But he did not give me
much time for deliberations. With a
cat-like tread, my visitor neared my
bed. He was now bending over me
with the knife appraised ready to strike
the blow which would deprive me of life. |
could feel his hot breath scorch my
cheek, but feigned to sleep soundly.
Suddenly puff Of wind snapped
limb off one of the trees outside the
cabin and hurled it against the door