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IN CALIMORNTA. : 57 liberal as not to take the last of the hard-earned silver dollars Which came rolling out of the broken pitcher, making his old and faithful servant a present of twenty-five of them. A few days later, Jupe disappeared from that vicinity, and it was long before the haunts of New Bristol again became familiar to his sight.. People surmised that he had gone to Jefferson City, where it would be easy for him to earn a living on the docks, and where his wife was. Gradually the talk about poor Mary Bryant, and getting up.a petition for a par- don, died out. The community had its own affairs to attend to; and, as some most wise man remarks, “ there is nothing more beautiful than the patience with which we reconcile ourselves to the misfortunes of others !” CHAPTER VII OLD ACQUAINTANCES IN A NEW PLACE, In the winter of eighteen forty-nine-fifty, on a wretched, rainy evening, a man walked down the center of Washington street, San Francisco, (for it was not safe in those days to ap- proach too closely the shadows of buildings, or the alleyways from which assassins might at any moment spring upon you) until he came opposite Washington Hall, when he wheeled and came into that favorite baunt of pleasure and dissipation. He seemed to have no acquaintance, and to have nothing particular in view. He did not approach the bar to drink, nor go up stairs to the dancing hall, but lingered near a group | of citizens, who were talking over the contents of the last mail and the news from the states. When they had finished their conversation and scattered to different parts of the room, he advanced to a monte table, and watched the gambling, but did not join in the play. THe wore the dress of a miner, and Was armed as was every body in that dangerous haunt, tlrere being the hilt of a knife visible in his belt, and, no doubt, a tevolver concealed in his bosom. Several dared him to bet, tnd even wanted to quarrel with him because he would not; COMmiclooks.corn