Fayetteville observer. [volume] (Fayetteville, Tenn.) 1850-1966, 1854-06-01

Boys, | don't think it jill do 70
me to be seen among you. Yo
know | II have to pres side on you
trial
Very true, said Ball. You ha'
better go into the back. toom AM
take comfortable nap The soun'
of pistols will wake you in time 70
dinner
You notice the small, hook-nose,
youth in the corner. with that hang
dog couh htenance. He is fixing fresl
caps on the tubes of his revolver. =
That is Mr.. Sheriff Pleasants--;
mere boy in years, but Thousand
years ol + in perjury and murder
Harkl b E speaks in tones of piping
treble
Gent lemen, as am sworn peace
officer, l'll hang back at the outset
but help You if you get in a hard
pinch.
That is right said Ball.
Behol ld another of those twelve
apostles and missionaries of murder,
"a perfect mountain Of hdf'se-like
muscles, his brow stamped with the
impress of drunkenness and desper-
ation,as with a die II E reels and stag
gers actoss the floor with brandy
bottle id oae hand and a doubIe-bar-
relied sh ot-gun in the other, swearing
through storm of hi &c ups his favor
ite oath +
H and forty Inj Ens !, IN make
their tai Is fly up
This is Sam, Sanders Major Gen
eral Of 4lI the Arkan5 las militia, q
very dan gerous man when drunk
that is 10 say alrayS.
But who is that tt all hungry look
ing personifcation Of faI nine, with
the corpse-like face, and I'LL his nerves
quaking with the imagina ton Of the
peril about to be incurred?'
That is the clerk of the district
court, B. Ii. Smithton, anr hrrant
but very supple tool, mot
withstanding.
Let US turn next to the three
brothers-the Shelleys, Bill, Alf. and
Ripley. These are owners of the
grocery, and the most famous fight
ers of the clique. Bill, the eldest,
has already slain his three victims;
Alf, the second brother, has killed
two; and Ripley the youngest,
though scarcely eighteen, has earthed
one. They are all choice specimens
IF mere physical organization, and
,ne may read the word homicide in
be lurid light of their eyes. They
literally bristle with weapons Of
leath See how silent and stern
hey stand, banquetting, us it were,
N visions cf blood.
The last three of the dozen need
,ut brief description. They arc
llso three brothers, the Coulters,
heer tools, ruflians, a nd common
tabbers-the bullies Of the gro
cry.
Suddenly new face appeared in
be circle, and Bill hastily asked =
We'll, Tuttle, did you find Wag-
ION, and ask him in Lecper S ma me
0 come and drink friends?
Hush, he's coming, said The
missary, in whisper.
Immediately humping footst tepi
as heard approaching, and you nS !
lan Of gigantic form entered the
oor and saluted the company with a
bold yet frank courtesy. A genu
le model of the back woods, as gen
rous, as brave, he turned to Leeper
nd said,
Matthew, Sol Tuttle tells me You
ant TO drink friends. I'm willing,
rovided you own you treated the
irl shabbily; but may be you didn't |
now she was my sweetheart
And the big buffalo hunter, as he
as generally called, held out his t
airy hand. =. /
Come to the couater, said Leep-I ]
:, in a hollow voice, come to the t
,unter, and we'Ilall drink. ID
They advanced to the bar, and c
ipley Shelley filled their glasses Il
ON Wagnon, unsuspectlng, did not t
,Serve that Bull and the Coulters i!
ok their stations directly behind n
m. D
Lceper raised his glass, and fairly HI
ssed through His teeth d
Here's funeral toast to those h
at deserve it. \
at the same inst ant the wagner
und bis arms pinioned in the hug 0