Year: 1875

No traces or tidiDgs of Mullen or Wy mans have been obtained at this writing But last night party of special deputies, five in number and consisting of some of our most respectable citizens, in beating up the bush about five miles north of here, suddenly came upon a rudely oon1 structed wigwam in the woods. In 1t they found JoEn Grant almost at the point of death. He told them that his brothers Philo and Morris Grant had just fled at the approach of the party. He very freely and frankly told them that he was Ah4 murderer Of Mrs. Henderson; that he Wnd his brothers went to the house on the fa- tai night and broke in, intending to rob the old lady's strong box and to carry of any other Valuables they could lay their hands upon; that Mrs. Henderson had suddenly come among them and had seized him with grip so strong and determined that he was obliged to fire the fatal shot in order to release himself from her hold; that he had been wounded by some person who emptied revolver after him as they were running away from the house; and that he had become too weak from loss of blood to go any farther, when he and his brothers reached the spot where he then was. It appeared that he had been wounded in the back, the ball having lodged somewhere in his body, and that the wound was now mortified so that he could not long survive. Nevertheless medical aid was procured for him as soon as possible, but in vain. He died this morning at half-past eight o'clock. His dying deposition was reduced to writing in the presence and hearing of numerous witnesses, and is beyond all question true to the letter.

 The establishment of MT. Wynans's in- nocence, in a way that could hardly have happened but for his and Mullen's jail breaking escapade, has gone far to recon cile the people and even the sheriff to that rash and iawless act. At any rate, MT. Wynans will, we are authorized to say, be cordially welcomed back to Locofoco- vile.

 Mir. Brock, the foreman in the Whig office, has gathered his printers together, and has made up his mind to publish MT. Wynans's paper for him, in the absence of the editor-in-chief, to the best of el1is ability. He informs us that the Whigfwill be published next Saturday. as usual.

 After reading the above article, was, of course, full of impatience to communi- cate with Mick. l availed myself of the first opportunity to descend from the drivers box and take a seat in the stage. Mick and the widower had suspended hostilities, and were engaged in an ani- mated filtration. I seated hysef vis d Vis with Mick, and dEfered him the paper. with the highest air of foreign politeness that I could summon. Mick of course understood that there was something in the paper to be read without delay. He accordingly accepted it with profusion of horid compliments, and betook himself diligently to its perusaL He was not long in finding and devouring the article I have copied. About four o'clock in the after noon we arrived at Hyperion. But Mick and I. when we descended from the vehi- cle, instead of entering the hotel, went off m an easterly direction, he leading the way, and following at such distance as not to excite suspicion. We marched in this order until we were well out of the village and upon q by-road where there was no danger of interruption. Here Mick halted until I came up with him.

 "Well," said I, "what do you ad- vise?"

 "Of course you must go back, and I must go on. Before an hour I will be transformed into a runaway nagur. Won't have fun. making the abolitionists run me across the border! Sure, I have trav- eled on the underground railroad more nor once"

 "Had I better go back in this disguise, or in my own proper person?"

 "You had better go back just as you are. and look the ground over bit before you announce the return of Thomas Wynans, Esq. Any way, that's my ad- vice"

 ''You are always right. Now, Mick, my dear fellow, you must allow me to preach a little. You have ingenuity and skill and energy enough for frst-class man. Can't you drop this miserable life of horse stealing and house breaking and sheriff lodging. and go at some honest that well enough, if you will only go where you were never heard of, and settle down to business. What say youa"

 'I give you my solemn word of honor that will never break the law again un- less it be in the way of iail-breaking, if I should happen to be arrested for some of my old tricks. have thought the matter all over and slept on it more nor fifty nights. Now go back to the hotel and leave me to my own devices. And may you never hear of Mick Mullen again"

 We shook hands and bade each other good-by with some emotion, for our short acquaintance, and the dangers and tolls we had shared, had attached us one to the other more than either of us had realized up to that moment.

 Two days and two nights staging brought m6 back to LocofocovillaI where I was received, when laid aside my disguise, in quite as friendly spirit as I deserved, and where I have ever since continued to publish the Lo,ofocoville Whig.