Terre Haute Weekly Gazette, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 7 October 1886 — Page 12

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Inconsolable, footsore and remorseful, Con cho returned to the camp and furnace, three miles across the rocky ridge. But what was Ms astonishment on arriving to find the place deserted of man," mule and camp equipage. -Concho called aloud. Only the echoing rocks grimly answerad him. Was it a trick? Concho tried to laugh. Ah—yes—a good one—a joke—no—no—they had deserted him! And then poor Concho bowed his head to the ground, and falling on his face, cried as if his honest heart would break.

The tempest passed in a moment it was not Concho's nature to suffer long nor to brood over an injury. As he raised his head again his eye caught the shiipmer of the quickeilver—that pool of merry antic metal that ]iad so delighted him an hour before. In a few moments Concho was again disporting with it chasing it here and there, rolling it in his palms and laughing with boylike glee at its elusive freaks and fancies. "Ah, sprigktly one—skipjack—there thou goest— come here. This way—now I have thee, little one—come, muchacha—come and kiss me," until he had quite forgotten the defection of his companions. And even when he shouldered his sorry pack, he was fain to carry his playmate away with him in his empty leathern flask.

And yet I fancy the sun looked kindly on Mm as he strode cheerily down the black mountain side, and his step was none the less free nor light that he carried with him neither the brilliant prospects nor the crime of his late comrades.

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CHAPTER III. 1 J/Am!', WHO CLAIMED IT. HE fog had already closed in on Monterey, and was now rolling, a white, billowy sea above, that soon shut out the blue breakers below. Once or twice in descending the mountain

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Manuel, Miguel and i^edro, left to themselves, began talking earnestly together, -while Concho, now inindful of Ills crippled male, made his way back to the trail where lie had left her. But she was no longer there. Constant to her master through beatings and ballyings, she could not stand incivility and inattention. There are certain qualities of the sex that belong to all animated nature.

Concho had overhung the cliff and looked down upon the curving horse

shoe of a bay below him—distant yet many miles. Earlier in the afternoon he had seen the gilt cross on the white-faced Mission flare in the sunlight, but now all was gone. By the time he reached the highway of the town it was -quite dark, and he plunged into the first fbnda at the wayside, and endeavored to forget his woes and his weariness in aguardiente. But Concho's head ached, and his back ached, and he was so generally distressed that he bethought him of a medico— an American doctor—lately come into town, "who had once treated Concho and his mule •with apparently the same medicine, and after the same heroic fashion. Concho reasoned, not jllogically, that if he were to be physicked at all1 he ought to get the worth of his money. The grotesque extravagance of life, of fruit and vegetables in California was inconsistent "with infinitesimal doses. In Concho's previous illness'the doctor had given him a dozen four-grain quinine powders. The following day the grateful Mexican walked into the doctor's office—cured. The doctor was grati•is fied until, on examination, it appeared that, to save trouble, and because his memory was poor, Concho had taken all the powders in one dose. The doctor shrugged his shoulders and—altered his practice. "Well," said Dr. GtiilcT, as Concho sank down exhaustedly in one of the doctor's two chairs, "what now?" Have you been sleeping in the tule marshes, or are you upset with commissary whisky? Come, have it out."

But Concho declared that the devil was in his stomach, that Judas Iscariothad possessed himself of his spine, that imps were in his forehead, and that his feet had been scourged Ijy Pontius Pilate. "That means 'blue mass,'" said the doctor, and gave it to him—a bolus as large as a musHcetball, and as heavy.

Concho took it on the spot, and turned to go. "I have no money, Senor Medico." "Never mind. It's only a dollar, the prioe #of the medicine."

Concho looked guilty at having gulped down so much cash. Then He said timidly: "I have no money, but I have got here what is fine and jolly. It is yours." And he handed over the contents of the precious tin can he had brought with him.

The doctor took it, looked at the shivering volatile mass, and said: "Why, this is quicksilver 1"

'Could you find that spot again f" ''Concho laughed. "£es, very quick silver, and he snapped his .fingers to show its sprightliness. 4B

The doctor's face grew earnest. "Wherfc 4id you get this, Concho?" he finally asked.

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"Madre de Dios, yes. I have a mule there may the devil fly away with herl" "And you say your comrades saw this?* \, "Why not?" "And you say they afterward left you—de

"They did, ingratesl" The doctor arose and shut his office door. "Hark ye, Concho," he said,'"that bit of medicine I gave you just now was worth a dollar. It was worth a dollar because the material of which it was composed was mode from the stuff you have in that can—quicksilver or mercury. It is one of the most valuable of metals, especially in a gold mining country. My good fellow, if you know where to find enough of it, your fortune is made." ,,

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"Si, Senor., "And crumbled under the neat?^ "As to nothing." "And did you see much of this red rock?" "The mountain mother is in travail with it."

Are you sure that your comrades have not taken possession of the mountain mother?" "As how?" "By claiming its discovery under the mining laws, or by pre-emption?" "They shall not." "But bow will you, angle handed, fight th« four for I doubt not your scientific .friend has a hand in it?"' ,! "I will fight." "Yes, my Concho, but suppose I take the fight off your hands. Now, here's a proposition: I will get half a dozen Americanos to go in with you. You will have to get money to work the mine—you will need funds. Youshall share half with them. They will take the risk, raise the moaey, and protect you." "I see," said Concho, nodding his head and winking his eyes rapidly. Bueno!" "I will return In ten minutes," said the doctor, taking his hat

He was as good as his word. In ten minutes he returned with six original locators, a board of directors, a president, secretary, and a deed of incorporation of the "Blue Mass Quicksilver Mining Co." This latter was a delicate compliment to the doctor, who was popular. The president added to these necessary articles a revolver.

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"Take it," he said, handing over the weapon to Concho. "Take it my horse is outside take that, ride like 1 and hang on to the claim until we come!" i'.t f.

In another moment Concho was in the saddle. Then the mining director lapsed into the physician. "I hardly know," said Dr. Guild, doubtfully, "if, in your present condition, you ought to travel. You havepust taken a powerful medicine," and the doctor looked hypocritically concerned. "Ah,—the devil 1" laughed Concho, "what is the quicksilver that is in to that which is out? Hoopa, la Mulal" and, with a clatter of hoofs and jinglo of spurs, he was presently lost in the darkness.

You were none to soon gentlemen, "said the America^ alcalde, as he drew up before the doctor's door. "Another company has just been incorporated for the same location* I reckon." "Who are they?" ?i'

His horse neighed twice from the summit, but Concho Jieard him not Then, the brush crackled on the ledge above him, a small fragment of rock rolled near his feet, but he stirred not And then two black figures were outlined on the crags beyond. "St-t-t!" whispered a voice. "There is onei

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"Three Mexicans—Pedro, Manuel and Mig'uel—headed by that d—d cOck-eyed Sydney duck, Wiles." .. ., "Are they here?" „. (r .,, ^_*^4*,T "Manuel and Miguel, only. The others are over at Tres Pinos lally-gaging Roscommon and trying to rope him in to pay off their whisky bills at his grocery." "If that's so we needn't start before sunrise, for they're sure+o get roaring drunk."

And this legitimate successor of the grave Mexican alcaldes, having thus delivered his impartial opinion, rode away.

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Meanwhile, Concho the redoubtable, Concho the fortunate, spared neither riata nor spur. The way was dark, the trail obscure and at times even dangerous, and Concho, familiar as he was with these mountain fastnesses, often regretted his sure-footed Francisquita. "Care not, 0 Concho," he would say to himself, 'tis but a little while, only a little while, and thou shalt have another Francisquita to bless thee. Eh, shipjack, there was fine music to thy dancing. A dollar for an ounce—'tis as good as silver, and merrier." Yet for all his good spirits he kept a sharp lookout at certain bends of the mountain trail not for assassins or brigands, for Concho was physically courageous, but for the Evil one, who, in various forms, was said to lurk in the Santa Cruz range, to the great discomfort of all true Catholics. He recalled the incident of Ignacio, a muleteer of the Franciscan friars, who, stopping at the Angelus to repeat the credo, saw Luzbel plainly in the likeness of a monstrous grizzly bear^ mocking him by sitting on his haunches and lifting his pawst clasped together, as if in prayer. Nevertheless, with one hand grasping the reins and his rosary and the other clutching his whisky flask and revolver, he fared on so rapidly that he reached the summit as the earlier streaks of dawn wese outlining the far-off Sierraa peaks. Tethering his horse on a strip of table land, he descended cautiously afoot until he reached the bench, the wall of red rock and the crumbled and dismantled furnaoe. It was as he had left it that morning there was no trace of recent human visitation. Revolver in hand, Concho examined every cave, gully and recess, peered behind trees, penetrated copses of buckeye and manzanita, and listened. There was no sound but the faint soughing of the wind over the pines below him For a while he paced backward and forward with a vague sense of being a sentinel, but his mercurial nature soon rObeled against this mo notony, and soon the fatigues of the day began to tell upon him. Recoarse to his whisky flask only made him the drovysier, until at last he was fain to lie down and roll himself up tightly in his blanket. The hext moment he was sound asleep.,

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lying beside the furnace." The speech was Spanish, but the voice was Wiles!., The other figure crept cautiously to the edge of the crag' and looked over.' "It is Concho, the imbecile," said Pedro, contemptuously. "But if he should itft be alqpe^ pr it he should waken!" "I will watch and wait Go you and aflix the notification."

Wiles disappeared. Pedro began to creep down the face of the rocky ledge, supporting himself by chemisal and brushwood.

The next moment Pedro stood beside the unconscious man. Then he looked cautiously around. The figure of his companion was lost in the shadow of the rocks above only a slight crackle of brush betrayed his whereabouts. Suddenly Pedro flung his serape over the sleeper's head, and then threw his powerful frame and tremendous weight full upon Concho's upturned face, while his strong arms clasped the blanket pinioned limbs of his victim. There was1 a momentary upheaval, a spasm and a struggle but' the tightly rolled blanket clung to the unfortunate man like cerements.^^ ^,^

There was no noise, no outcry,.no sound of struggle. There was nothing to be seen but the peaceful, prostrate figures of die two men darkly outlined on the ledge. They might have been sleeping in each other's arms. In the black silence the stealthy tread of Wiles in the bush above was distinctly audible^

Gradually the struggles grew fainter. The a whimper from the crags:

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"I can't see you. What are you doing?" Watching ln .• "Sleeps ho?" 'f fW" T^IX1 "He sleeps 1"Jt. yli X' "SoundlyP "Soundly." *eii' "After the manner of the dead?" "After the fashion of the deadl" "f The last tremor had ceased. Pedro rose Wiles descended. "All is raady," said Wiles "you are a witcess of my placing the. nptififiat^sqs?" "I am a witness.* "But of this 6neP pointing to Concho. "Shall we leave him here?' i, "A drunken imbecile—why notP"

Wiles turned his left eye on the speaker. They chanced to be standing nearly in the same attitude they had stood, the preceding night Pedro uttered a cry and an imprecation, "Carramba! Take your devils eye fi$in me! What see you? Eh—what?" "Nothing, good Pedro," said Wiles, turning his blank right cheek to Pedro. The infuriated and half frightened ex-vaquero returned the long knife he had half drawn from its sheath, and growled surlily:

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"Goon, then! But keep thou on that side, and I will on this." And so, side by side, listening, watching, distrustful of all things, but mainly of each other, they stole back and up into those shadows from which they might, like evil spirits, have been poetically evokea.

A half hour passed, in which the east brightened, flashed and again melted into gold. And then the sun canae up haughtily, and a fog that had stolen across the summit in tho night arose and fled up the mountain side, tearing its white robes in its guilty haste, and, leaving them fluttering from tree and crag and scar. A thousand tiny blades, nestling in the crevices of rocks, nurtured in storms and rocked by the trade winds, stretched their wan and feeble arms toward Him but Concho the strong, Concho the brave, Concho the light hearted spake not nor stirred.' "T«^

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HERtJ .insistent neighing on tho summit Concho's horse wanted his' breakfast

This prot^tauon reached the ears of a party ascending the mountain from its western face. To

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Ttiat Mexican^ lying drunk somewhere," said tho president of the B. M. Co. "I don't like the look of this at all," said Dr. Guild, as they rode up beside the indignant animal. "If it had been an American, it might have been carelessness, but no Mexican ever forgets his beast. Drive ahead, .boys a a

In half an hour they came in sight of the ledge below, the crumbled furnace, and the motionless figure of Concho, wrapped in a blanket, lying prone in the sunlight "I told you so—drunk I" said the president

The doctor looked grave, but did not speak. They dismounted and picketed their horses. Then crept on all fours to tho ledge above tho furnace. There was a cry from Secretary Gibbs. "Look yer. Some fellar has. been jumping us, boys. See these notices."

There were two notices on canvas affixed to'the rock, claiming the ground, and signed by Pedro, (Manuel, Miguel, Wiles and Roscommon. "This was done, doctor, while your trustworthy Greaser locator—d——n him—lp,y there drunk. What's to he-done, now?"

But the doctor was making his way to the unfortunate cause ot their defeat, lying there quite mute to their reproaches. Tho others followed him.

The doctor knelt beside Concho, unrolled

him, placed his hand upon his wrist, his ear over his heart, and then said "Dead," "Of course. He got medicine of yon last night This comes of your d-—d heroic practice."

But th& doctor was too much occupied to heed the speaker's raillery. He had peered into Concho's protuberant eye, opened,his mouth, and gazed at the swollen tongue, and then suddenly rose to his feet "Tear down those notices, boys, but keep them. Put up your own. Dotit be alarmed you win not be interfered with, for here is murder adc|ed to robbery.w„

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"Murder?*' "Yes," said the doctor, excitedly,' "I'll take my oath on any inquest that this man was strangled to death. He was surprised while asleep. Look here." fie pointed to the revolver still in Concho's stiffening hand, which the murdered man had instantly cocked, but could not use in the struggle. "Th&tfs so," said the president "no man goes to sleep with a oocked revolver.. What's to be done?'' \c 'ir 8$" in "Everything," said the doctor. "This deed was committed within the last two hours the body is .still warm. The murderer did not come our way, or we Should have met him on the trail, fie Is, if anywhere, between hero and Tres Pinos. ". {'Gentlemen," said the president,- with a .slight preparatory and half,judicial cough, "tWo of you will stay here and stick! Tho others will-follow me to Tres Pinos. The law has been outraged. You understand the cotirt!"' '!s By some odd influence the little group of half-cynical, half-trifling and wholly reckless men had become suddenly sober, earnest citizens. They said: "Go on," nodded their heads, and betook themselvee.to their horses. "Haci we not better wait for the inquest and swear out a warrant?" said the secretary, cautiously. "How many men have we?" !iji:

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CHAPTER V.

WHO HAD T.TEN ON IT.

HE time was nob'ii at Tres Pinos. The three pines from which it gained its name, in the dusty road and hot air, seemed to smoke from their balsamic spires. There was a I,. glare from the road, a glare from the ^sky, a glare from

|P ROSCOMMON'S. the rocks, a glare from the white canvas roofs of the few shanties and cabins which made up the village. There was even a glare from the unpointed redwood boards of Roscommon's grocery and tavern, arjd a tendency of the warping floor of the veranda to curl up beneath the feet of the intruder. A fpw mules, near the watering trough, had shrunk within the scant shadow of the corral. ft-

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~lThen toe don't want no d—d warrant." The grocery business of Mr. Roscommon, although adequate and sufficient for the village, was not exhausting or overtaxing to the proprietor. The refilling of the pork and flour barrel of the average miner was the work of a brief hour on Saturday nights, but the daily replenishment of the average miner with whisky was arduous and incessant. Roscommon spent more time behind his bar than his grocer's counter. Add to this the fact that a long shed-like extension or wing bore the legend, "Cosmopolitan Hotel, Board or Lodging by tho Day or Week. M. Roscommon," and you got an idea of the variety of tho proprietor's functions. The "hotel," however, was more directly under the charge of Mrs. Roscommon, a lady of thirty years, strong, truculent and good-hearted.

Mi\ Roscommon had early adopted the theory that most of his customers were insane, and were to be alternately bullied or placated, as the case might be. Nothing that occurred, no extravagance of speech nor act, ever ruffled his equilibrium, which was as dogged and stubborn as it was outwardly pulm. When not serving liquor, or in the interval while it was being, drank, he was air ways wiping his counter with an exceedingly dirty towel—or indeed anything that came handy. Miners, noticing this purely perfunctory habit, occasionally supplied him slily with articles inconsistent with their service —fragments of their shirts and underclothing, flour sacking, tow, and once with a flannel petticoat .of his wife's stolen from the line in tho back yard. Roscommon would continue his wiping without looking up, but yet conscious of the presence of each customer. "And it's not another dhrop ye'll git, Jack Brown, until ye've wiped out the black score t.hrtfc stands agin ye. "And it's there ye are, darlint, and it's here's the bottle that's bete lukin' for ye sins Saturday." "Andftfrhot hev you done with the last I sent ye, ye divil of a McCorkle, and heres me bafck that's bruk entiorely wid dipping intil the-pork barl to giv ye the best sides, and ye^pendingyur last cint on a tare into Gilroy. A^liistl pnd if it's fer foighting ye are, boys, .there's an illigaat bit of sod bey&nt the corral, and it may be meself '11 come orit with a shtick and be sociable."

On this "particular day, hotf-eVpr,'Mr. Roscommon was not in his usual spirits, and whenthe clatter of horses' hoofs before the doftr announced the approach of strangers, he absolutely ceased wiping his counter and looked up as Dr. Guild, the president and secretary

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of^»e aew company strode into the shop. "We ore looking)" said the president, "for a man by the name of Wiles, and three •jMVrfrang known as Pedro, Manuel and! Miguel." "Yd are!? "Wearo!'', "Faix, and I hope yell foind 'em. And if ye'll git from 'em the score Tvo got agin 'em, darlint,,Til add a blessing to it"

There was a laugh at this from the bystanders, who, somehow, resented tho intrusion of these strangers. t"I fear you will find it nolaughing ma&er, gentlemen," said Dr. Guild, a little stiffiy, "when I tell you that a murder has been committed, and the men I am seeking within an hour of that murder put up that notice signed by their names," and Dr. Guild displayed the paper.

There was a breathless silence among the crowd as they eagerly pressed around the doctor. Only Roscommon kept on wiping his counter. "You will observe, gentlemen, that the name of RoscomAon also appears on this paper as one of the original locators." "And sure, darlint," said Roscommon, without looking up, "if ye've no better ividence agin thiin boys than you have orninst me, it's home ye'd betther be riding towanst For it's meself as hasn't stirred futout of the store the day and noight—more betoken as the boys IVe sarved kin testify." "That's so Ross's right," chorused the crowd. "We've been running the old man a^. night" "Then how comes your name on this paper?"' "O murdherl will ye listen to him, boys? As if every felly that owed me a whisky bill didn't come to me and say: 'An, Misther Roscommon,' or 'Moike,' as the case might be, 'sure it's an illighant sthrike I've made this day, and it's meself that has put down your name as an original locater, and yer fortune's made Mr. Roscommon, and will yer fill me up another quart for the good luck betuno you and me. Ah, but ask Jack Brown over yan if it isnl $iek that I am of his original-locations."

The laugh that followed this speech, and its practical application, convinced the party that they had blundered, that they could obtain no clew to the real culprits here, and that any attempt by threats would meet violent oppolition. Nevertheless the doctor was persistentl "When did you see these men last?" "When did I see them, is it? Bedad, what with sarvin up the liquor and keeping me counters dry and swate, I never see them at, alL" "Is* "That's so, Ross," chorused the crowd again, to whom the whole proceeding was delightfully farcical. "Then leap tell you, gentlemen," said the doctor, stiffly, "that they were in Monterey last night, that they did not return on that trail this morning, and that they must have passed here at daybreak."

With these words, which the doctor regretted as soon as delivered, the party rode away.

Mr. Roscommon resumed his service and counter wiping.. But late that" night, when the bar was closed and the last loiterer was summarily ejected, Mr. Roscommon, in the conjugal privacy of his chamber produced a legal looking paper. "Reed it, Maggie darling, for it's meself never had the laming nor the parts."

Mistress Roscommon took tho paper: "Shure, it's law papers, making over some property to yis. O Moike! ye hav'n't been, spekilating!" /v "Whist! and fwhotz that diirt# gfay* "{&per wid the sales and flourishes?" "Faix, it bothers me intoirely. Shure it oin't in English." *, "Whist! Maggie, it's a'Spanish grant!" "A Spanish grant? O Moike, and what did ye giv for it?"

Mr. Roscommon laid his finger beside his nose, and said softly, "Whishky 1"

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The ifer&inee of the Prohibitionists for governor of Pennsylvania is Charles S. Wolf a In 1881 he was an Independent Republican candidate for state treasurer, when he polled within sixteen votes of 50,000. He expects to receive 60,000 votes this fali He was nominated by acclamation at the Prohibitionist convention. Though he has been connected with this party for but a short period of time he is now considered' one of the great figures in the movement and is aiready talked of as the candidate of this party for*!he presidency in 1888M IT

''Can you tell me, my dear," said a husband to his scolding wife, "the difference between your mouth and a court house door?" "No, sir,. I can't" "Well, then, you had better have one or the other of them closed so that other people «ui.tell the.difference even if you can't

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He laughingly told a young, man who not long since applied for a place in his laboratory, that he had already killed four assistants, meaninz that he had outlived them. 1L' Chevreul comes ol a long Une ot students on both the father^ and mother's side. The hereditary influence of this intellectual life iss&v-i< plainly. marked in the emuient chemist himHp]f.

He was borne Aug. 81, 1786, a year before the United States constitution was adopted, He was borne at Angiers, in France. Strange to say, his life has been a, remarkable one at both ends, for he was a. very precocious lad. The record of. his services to mankind and V"" his country, in the field of practical chem-- „y istry would fill vohnnes.

His life, has been tt ,angularly peaceful one. H§| -has no enemie&, His beloved and |gf .devoted ttife.'iifvi twenty years ago, since whirh. time -,be lips lived olKki with his work.' He- is a yery -light eater and ex- (. tremely-regular in his habits. To this he partly attrfbutjes^his loug life. .While be is a great coffee drinker, ho never touches wine '*4 or anything containing alcohol Long may s., 2'' ri be live still.

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