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Found At Blazing Star
by
His vague annoyance increased as he fancied that both seemed to ignore him, the coroner barely acknowledging his presence with a nod. Assisted by the young girl, whose energy and enthusiasm evidently delighted him, Hornsby raised the body for a more careful examination. The dead man’s pockets were carefully searched. A few coins, a silver pencil, knife, and tobacco-box were all they found. It gave no clew to his identity. Suddenly the young girl, who had, with unabashed curiosity, knelt beside the exploring official hands of the Red Chief, uttered a cry of gratification.
“Here’s something! It dropped from the bosom of his shirt on the ground. Look!”
She was holding in the air, between her thumb and forefinger, a folded bit of well-worn newspaper. Her eyes sparkled.
“Shall I open it?” she asked.
“Yes.”
“It’s a little ring” she said; “looks like an engagement ring. Something is written on it. Look! ‘May to Cass.'”
Cass darted forward. “It’s mine,” he stammered, “mine! I dropped it. It’s nothing–nothing,” he went on, after a pause, embarrassed and blushing, as the girl and her companion both stared at him–“a mere trifle. I’ll take it.”
But the coroner opposed his outstretched hand. “Not much,” he said, significantly.
“But it’s MINE,” continued Cass, indignation taking the place of shame at his discovered secret. “I found it six months ago in the road. I–picked it up.”
“With your name already written on it! How handy!” said the coroner, grimly.
“It’s an old story” said Cass, blushing again under the half-mischievous, half-searching eyes of the girl. “All Blazing Star knows I found it.”
“Then ye’ll have no difficulty in provin’ it,” said Hornsby, coolly. “Just now, however, WE’VE found it, and we propose to keep it for the inquest.”
Cass shrugged his shoulders. Further altercation would have only heightened his ludicrous situation in the girl’s eyes. He turned away, leaving his treasure in the coroner’s hands.
The inquest, a day or two later, was prompt and final. No clew to the dead man’s identity; no evidence sufficiently strong to prove murder or suicide; no trace of any kind, inculpating any party, known or unknown, were found. But much publicity and interest were given to the proceedings by the presence of the principal witness, a handsome girl. “To the pluck, persistency, and intellect of Miss Porter,” said the “Red Chief Recorder,” “Tuolumne County owes the recovery of the body.”
No one who was present at the inquest failed to be charmed with the appearance and conduct of this beautiful young lady.
“Miss Porter has but lately arrived in this district, in which, it is hoped, she will become an honored resident, and continue to set an example to all lackadaisical and sentimental members of the so-called ‘sterner sex.'” After this universally recognized allusion to Cass Beard, the “Recorder” returned to its record: “Some interest was excited by what appeared to be a clew to the mystery in the discovery of a small gold engagement ring on the body. Evidence was afterward offered to show it was the property of a Mr. Cass Beard of Blazing Star, who appeared upon the scene AFTER the discovery of the corpse by Miss Porter. He alleged he had dropped it in lifting the unfortunate remains of the deceased. Much amusement was created in court by the sentimental confusion of the claimant, and a certain partisan spirit shown by his fellow-miners of Blazing Star. It appearing, however, by the admission of this sighing Strephon of the Foot hills, that he had himself FOUND this pledge of affection lying in the highway six months previous, the coroner wisely placed it in the safe-keeping of the county court until the appearance of the rightful owner.”
Thus on the 13th of September, 186-, the treasure found at Blazing Star passed out of the hands of its finder.
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Autumn brought an abrupt explanation of the mystery. Kanaka Joe had been arrested for horse stealing, but had with noble candor confessed to the finer offense of manslaughter. That swift and sure justice which overtook the horse stealer in these altitudes was stayed a moment and hesitated, for the victim was clearly the mysterious unknown. Curiosity got the better of an extempore judge and jury.