Plymouth advertiser. [volume] (Plymouth, Ohio) 1853-1988, 1854-05-27

Gus man when dIunk-that is 10 say al
ways.
But who is that tall, hungry.looking
personihcation Of famine, with a corpse
like face, and all his nerves quaking with
the Imagination of the peril about 10 be
incurred. That Is the clerk Of the dis.
triCt court, B. II. Smithson, an arrant
coward, but very supple tool, nolwi'h-
Standing.
Let US turn to three brolhers-the Shell.
leys, Bill, Alf and Ripley. These are
owners of the grocery, and The most fa-
nous fighters of the clique. Bill, the old
est, has already slain his three victims;
ALI. the second brother, has killed two,
and Ripley, the youngest, though scarce
ly eighteen, has earlhed one, They are
all choice specimens of mere physical
organization, and one may read the word
homicide in the lurid light of their eyes.
They literally brssle with weapons of
death. See how silent and. stern they
stand, banqueting, as il were, on visions
Of blood.
1.-THE las, three Of the dozen need but
brief description. They are also three
brothers, the Coulters, sheer tools, ruff.
jams, and common robbers-the bullies of
the grocery.
Suddenly a new face appeared in the
circle, and Bill hastily asked
'Wal, TuttIe, did you find Tom Wag-
non, and ask him in Leepers name, TO
come and drink friends 2
Hush he's coming said the emlssary,
in whisper.
Immediately humping foostep was
heard approaching, and young man of
gigantic form entered the room, and salu.
ted the company with bold yet frank
courtesy. A genuine model of the back
woods, as generous as brave, he turned 10
Leeper, and said
Matthew, Sol Tutile tells me you
want TO drink friends. I'm willing, pro
vided you own you treated the girl shah.
) billy but maybe you didn't know she was
: my sweetheart
4 And the big buffalo hunter, as he wa:
: generally called, held out his hairy hand
: g 'me to the counter, said Lapeer, il
!. hollow voice, come to the counter, anc
| we'Il all drink
II They advanced to the bar, and Ripley
6 Shelley filled their glasses. Tom Wag
: non, unsispec.ing, did not observe tina
It Ball and the Coulers took their stations
e directly behind him.
!, Leeper raised his glass, and fairly his
q sed through his teeth
Here's funeral toast to those that de
n serve it,
o At the same instant. the WAGNER foun
his arms pinioned in the hug of Ball ant
e the three Coulters, while Alf Shelley
'r STOPPING down, grasped him by the legs
6 l.eeper pushed the muzzle of his pistc
S. to his victims head, and pulled the trig
$, ger; but for the first time, it failed t
lie fire.
'Ho! tor another cap' shouted tn
ID baf1led assassin, furously.
H. And Mr.. Sheriff Pleasants coolly fe
n in his pocket, and presented the murdere
ri with fresh one.
g In the meantime Wagnon, seeing tho,
sand chances against him, put his i'm
r mense strength into one mighty effor
- and shaking of his foes, sprang out {
. the door, and truly ran for his life.
- - He was the Aeetest foot. racer in tn
: valley of the Mississippi ; but he outdi
70 himself that day. Ii was more like fly
10 10 ing than running, while the dozen ene
= mics gave mad chase in the rear. Twel
!; ty pistols were fired at his back. III
- =. sheriff emptied six barreled revolver
- . and Gen. Sanders let off his double-ba
,;s relied shot gun. For seconds, l. was or
" continuous roar, Bullets and leade
~ slugs flew like hail. One shot q colore
~ ~ woman drawing water al the public wei
~ another pierced the glass window of II
,Ir court house, and broke mans arm, will
" in three feet of the minister, just readir
e. his text; and third pu: out the eye
w w babe on the bosom of its mother, at II
" distance of two hundred yards. But To-
o. Wagnon still escaped unhurt, and left h
~ pursuers far behind him.
mi Never mind, Ill catch him. erie
" Bill Shelley, as,pistol in hand, he unhi!c
n ed horse that happened TO be in the wa
" w and thrust his foot into the s,irrup I
~ mount.
~ But that moment, John Curry, brot
"a er.in-law Of Wagnon's rushed from Il
~, court house, and seizipg the bride,
- said
.s For Gods sake, Shelley, spare Tom
~, w life.'
~ Shelly thrust his pistol against Curry
sids, and discharged its load of lead al
Ia. fire into his heart
~, The latter, without groan, dropped
wv the earth corpse.
,ss You have killed him. cried Loren:
sls D. Pollock, one Of Curry's friends, in
IN. voice Of despair.
,r- 'Yes, and I will kill you,' exclaim
ng Shelley. with the distorted countenan
or. of demon, as he unsheathed his bow
knife, and assaulted the unarmed ma
cir whom he instantly hewed down in
tracks.