Beadle's New York Dime Library No. 28 — page 31: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

SR AS SNE se SRT up that bundle of sin, boys, and tote him out- side. He’s not fit tobreathe the same air with alady. Besides, I guess we might as well hold & pow-wow over him at once; it would be a waste of trouble to lug him clear to town—and he’s so infernal, pizen mean, he’d die on the road just to cheat the halter!” . Long Tom was removed, and Mary, by this time fully restored, took her place beside her dying father. Sheriff Hayes cut little time to waste. He spoke briefly to his men. ane, had heard the eathbed confession, which he, for one, believed was plain truth. They knew what crimes the prisoner stood charged with. They were to con- sult together, and decide upon the fate of the gambler. Five minutes later Zimri Coon spoke up, act- ing as foreman of the jury. ‘Jedge, we've talked it over. One on us is in favor of roastin’ the prisoner alive; one feller sais spread-eagle him atween two saplin’s; the rest on us vote to hang the cuss—an’ is only sor- ry he hain’t got as many lives as a cat, so we could hang him a dozen times over!” Sg hear, prisoner; have you anything to say Long Tom replied by a storm of curses and blasphemy, At a motion from Hayes, a trail- rope was noosed around his neck, and in the ab- sence of large sort. trees, one man mounted his horse and trotted down the rocky trail, drag- ging behind him all that remained of Long Tom. An hour later a cry from Mary aroused them. Paul Morton was dead. Sheriff Hayes sought to console the maiden, but he found it harder work than fighting Indians. Finally, her grief, added to the fatigue and trials she had undergone, threw Mary into a sort of stupor. A rude lit- ter was made, and two men set out with her to- ward Hard Luck. Theothers remained behind, to wall up the mouth of the cave, within which lay the body of Paul Morton. It was his only grave. Overtaking the litter, the party proceeded to- Seg until they reached Hard Luck, where rv was tenderly cared for by her aunt. “No,” said Zimri Coon, as Hayes urged him to “‘bunk” with him, and take the repose they needed so badly. ‘‘Thar’s the boy lookin’ fer me, and I’ve got ge-lorious news fer him! I’m clean —— jest to hear him opin his eyes and squeal—whoo-ce!” CHAPTER XXXVII. THE CLOUDS CLEAR AWAY. LittLE VOLCANO sat with his eyes fixed up- on the haggard face of Crazy Billy—now Crazy Billy no longer. A wild, weird story had the boy miner lis- tened to, told by broken, disconnected snatches eg the long night—a story that seemed incredible, even with the living evidence lying before him. The wounded man told, in feeble, dreamy tones, the black story of his life. Ofhow he had been led into temptation by those whom he trusted even above himself; of how he fell, of stealing money from his employers and gam- bling with it in hopes of making good his losses. And then came the story of that fatal night. The heavy gambling, his loss, the quarrel and drunken threats; his stumbling over the mur- dered planter, only to be arrested for the crime. He dwelt long upon the trial—when his life was sworn away Ge the two men whem, until then, he had considered his truest, purest friends. And then that black day when he was hung! He would dwell upon every little particular, every trifling event of the day. But he earn- estly declared that he was hung, pronounced dead, cut down and turned over to his mother’s agents, who had him buried in due course. The next he could remember was of under- going the most excruciating tortures. Under eir influence, he Spare erect. He heard wild yells and cries of terror around him, then sounds of flight. He glared around—he found himself in a dissecting-room. The shock was too great. As he turned to flee, he sunk down, senseless. Of what passed next, he had but faint recol- lection. It seemed as though he heard voices, as though he was being carried through the air —then all was blank. He found himself in an insane asylum. He bent his every energy to one point—escape. It seemed as though a lifetime must have been spent within those walls. But the day came at lenge, and he was a free man once more. Thus far the wounded man narrated his story with tolerable clearness, and the boy mi- ner little difficulty in following him. But now the fever seemed to increase, and the her- mit raved brokenly, still harping upon the old subject, but Little Volcano listened in vain. He could make nothing of the disconnected sen- tences. In this manner the night and day passed. Near mei the doctor dispatched by Zimri Coon made his appearance. He could not give Little Voleano much hope of a successful issue. The wound was a terrible one. Yet he would do his best. Thus Zimri Coon found them, near sunset, Three-Fingered Jack. _ ee ee ee = = Crazy Billy was sleeping peacefully, the doctor | arms, lying beneath a table, snoring in drunken said in a fair way for recovery. ou can im- agine how eagerly Little Volcano listened to the “ ge-lorious news” of old Zimri; of the death of the two men whom he had hunted for so long, and—even more welcome tidings—that Mary Morton had not played him false. Dear reader, is there any need of dwelling at length wpon scenes which you can imagine so much more commana | o picture the meet- ing between Mary and Harry, the explanations and sweet renewals of their love-vows; of how Charles Fletcher finally recovered his health, thouch his reason ever remained clouded; of the wonderful richness of the placer given them by Joaquin Murieta—let a line suffice. In the year of our lord 1856, there was a grand wedding at the Miner’s Rest, in the town of Hard Luck, Yimri Coon and Jack Hayes were there; Oe te : P ™ SN ir : . } oA y - < ME hg ~ | Sr >; pm | 0 hy a’ y 4 ity i agi 2 SIX THN THREE 1 Deadwood Dick, Tre Prince or THE Roap; or, THe Buack Riper or Tar Back Hitits. By Edward L. Wheeler, author of “The Double Daggers,” “ Cloven Hoof,” “‘ Buffalo Ben.”’ 4 Yellowstone Jack; or, Taz TRAPPER OF THE ENCHANTED Grounp, By Jos. E. Badger, Jr., author of ‘“ Pacifie Pete,” ete. Kansas King; or, THe Rep RIGaT Hanp. By Buffalo Bill (Hon. Wm. F, Cody), author of ‘ Deadly Eye,” ‘‘ The Phantom Spy,” etc. The Wild-Horse Hunters. By Capt. Mayne Reid and Capt. Frederick Whittaker. 5 Vagabond Joe; Tur Younae WanvER- ina Jew. By Oll Coomes, author of “The Dumb Spy,”’ ete., etc. Double Number, 10 cents, 6 Bill Biddon, Trapper; or, Lire IN THE NortHwesT. B ward 8. Ellis, author of “Seth Jones,”’ “‘ Nat Todd,” ete., ete. oa The Flying Yankee; or, Taz OcEAN Ovreast. By Col. Prentiss Ingraham, author etc., etc, of ‘‘ Ralph Roy, the Boy Buccaneer,’ - weit " a b \ WS Ney ra | \ i\ THE DOUBLE DAGGERS.—No. 20. fee Seth Jones} or, THE CAPTIVES OF THE ‘RO NT1ER. By Edward 8. Ellis, author of “ Bill Biddon,” ‘‘ Nat Todd,” ete., ete, a) The Adventures of Baron Mun- chausen, 10 Nat Todd; or, Tor Farr or THE Sioux Caprive. A Sequel to * Bill Biddon, Trapper.”’_ By Edward §. Ellis, author of “Seth Jones,”’ ‘ Frontier Angel,”’ etc., etc. 1 1 The Two Detectives; or, Tar ForTuNgES orf A Bowrry Grau. By Albert W. Aiken, author of “‘ The Spotter Detective,” etc. 12 Gulliver’s Travels. A Voyage to Lilliput, andja Voyage to Brobdingnag. By Dean Swift, pee 1 3 The Dumb Spy. By Oll Coomes, author of ** Vagabond Joe,” ete. 1 4 Aladdin; or, THz Wonprrrv. Lamp. morning found them tight-locked in each other’s ee a eee ce OS concert; nor were they alone. As for Mary and Harry—ah! they were too happy for an idle pen like this to picture. Sheriff Hayes never made good his oath of killing Joaquin Murieta. Another, no less skill- ful and more fortunate, rid the Golden Land of its terrible scourge. In July, 1853, Captain Henry Love, at the head of twenty men—tried and true comrades of his in the Texan and Mex- ican wars—overtook Joaquin, and annihilated his band, killing both Joaquin and Three-Fin- gered Jack. Murieta’s head and Manuel Garcia’s hand were taken to San Francisco and placed une exhibition at John King’s, corner of Halleck and Sansome Sts., opposite the American Thea- ter—‘‘ admission one dollar!” THE END. } .! a , | =, Le = COLUMN PAGHS. 1 The Sea-Cat; or, THe WircH or Darien. By Capt. Frederick Whittaker. author of ‘‘ The Red Rajah," “‘ The Rock Rider,”’ etc, 16 Robinson Crusoe. His Life and Surprising Adventures, (27 illustrations.) 1 “~ § Ralph Roy, The Boy Bucca- neer; or, THE FuGitive YACHT. By Col. Prentiss Ingraham, author of “The Flying Yankee,” “The Boy Pilot,” etc., etc. 1 &3 Sindbad the Sailor. His seven voy- ages. From the Arabian Nights. 19 The Phantom Spy ; or, THE PILoT OF THE Prarrre. By Buffalo Bill, author of ‘Kansa; King,” ‘Deadly Kye,” etc., ete. 20 The Double Daggers; or, DEAb- woop Dick’s Deriance. By Edward L, Wheeler, author of ‘‘Deadwood Dick,” “ Cloven Hoof,” ** Buffalo Ben," etc., etc. 21 Frontier Angel. A Romance of Kentucky Rangers’ Life. A Edward 8. Ellis, author of “Seth Jones,” ** Bill Biddon, Trap- per,’’ “ Nat Todd,"’ ete.. ete, 2 The Sea Serpent; or, Thr Bey Roprnson Crusor. By Col. Juan Lewis. 23 Nick o’ the Night: or, Tam Boy Spy or "76, By T. C. Harbaugh, Diamond Dirk: or, Tot Mystery or THt YrLLowsTonr. By Col. Prentiss Ingraham, author of ‘The Flying Yankee,” “‘ Ralph Roy, the Boy Buccaneer,”’ etc., ete. ys 5 The Boy Captain: or, THe Prrate’s DavautTer. By Roger Starbuck. 26 Cloven Hoof, the Demon. By Edward L, Wheeler, author of “ Dead- wood Dick,’’ ‘‘The Double Daggers,”’ etc., etc. dy | Antelope Abe, the Boy Guide. y Oll Coomes, author of “Vagabond Joe,” “The Dumb Spy,” etc., ete. 2 Buffalo Ben, the Prince of the Pistol: or, DkEapwoop Dick IN Discuise. By Edward L. Wheeler, author of ‘* Dead- wood Dick,”’ “The Double Daggers,” etc., ete. 2D The Bumb Page; or, Tue Docr’s DavueuTerR. By Capt. Frederick Whit- taker, author of ‘The Wild-Horse Hunters,” ‘‘ The Sea Cat,” ete., etc. Ready February 12th. 30 Roaring Ralph Rockwood, THE ! Reckiess Rancer. By Harry St. George author of “ Hunter Hercules,” etc. Ready Feb. 19th 3 1 Keen-Knife, THE PrINcE OF THE Prarrizs. By Oll Coomes, author of a Vag abond Joe,’ “The Dumb Spy,” “‘ Antelope Abe,’’ etc Ready February 26th. 32 Bob Woolf, the Border Ruffian: or, THe Girt Deap-Snor. By Edward L Wheeler, oaher of “ Deadwood Dick,’ ‘The Double Dageers,’’ “ Cloven-Hoof,”’ * Buffalo Ben,” etec., etc Ready March 5th. A new issue every week. The above publications are for sale by all News dealers, five cents per copy, or sent by mail on re ceipt of six cents each. BEADLE & ADAMS, Pub lishers, 98 William Street, New York, Eomichbooks co Ag