The daily phoenix. [volume] (Columbia, S.C.) 1865-1878, 1869-06-20
ing down the required amount of money

ing down the required amount Of money
80 ';sAes ,lI:s aye yaS gs'" asked tAe green
What you can't .heat,', =, returned the
other, laying down four .aees on the. ta-
ble, ''pretty hand, amt it?'.,
ayes. It isl! jing6i Eve got
jist the eemeh hand yexaetly," ssid Brown,
showing tour ACE, hlso.. &c. 'gfr
5Thunderationl" exclaimed eSpafks,
"what does this mean, eight acesin one
pa Pack SO Of G eaSdE1whe ever heard tell Of II. the
:htell you What y y means, 7 said Brown,
out Of your pocket. / saw you when
you. got. 'emp'-> ,.tc !. :.i,: - a< :.oi i..i
"What doSyou say 2rhasked Sparks.
'Ifssy that yon got them four aces
out O. your coat pocket" returned the
other;y taking the money, from the table
alnd pdtting It IN his pockets sTl1aS
And I say that you are q .liar!,, .ex4
claimed the gambler, drawing kn;fe,
''and If you. dom hand that mon eyroyer
in five Nseconds, I'LL try this Arkansas
tooth, pick on you." ~ ~ ft'-5 !;
"Joe Sparks" returned the other, his
small black leyestdashing as he drew his
knife, chats game two can play at,
but hold awhile. ! have few words to
say to. you. Yes, I haYea short story to
tell you, and I want your attention.
'Ten years ago." Brown continued,
keeping his eyes fixed upon the face of
Sparks, 'there lived about thirty miles
West Of st. Louis, one David Stanley,
farmer, who had a daughter as good and
as beautiful as an angel--you know how
beautiful she was, sir-but of her beauty
I ,rt1 t1,ay
girl had. suitors by the score. All ;the
young men for miles around, dreamed,
thought, and talked OF her, and as she
was not q hirt, she was more annoyed
than otherwise by the attention Of so
many! But it is only with two of these
young men whom we have to deal, and
I'll speak of them at once.
+ While Brown was speaking, his late
opponent. stood motionless, . his knife
grasped tightly in his right hand, and
his gaze fixed on the face of the sup
posed green one.
"One'of her suitors, the narrator con-
tinued, was Charles Elton, tho son of
neighboring farmer, and she loved him,
and him alone, as only such. true and
noble women can love, nnd when he
asked her to become his wife, she laid
her head on his breast and told him she
would.
''The, other yonpg man alluded to was
Henry Bardwel, Of sSt. Louis. He had
prosecuted this young girl with his ut
tentlons for many months, notwithstand-
ing she had rejec ted his offer of marriage,
and told him that she coiild never care
for him more than q friend. Well, when
he heard that she was soon to be married
to young Elton, he grew. madly jealous,
a al hot o1, oh l.
wife of any other than himself"
"What have got!to do with all this ?"
asked Sparks, growing pale, as Brown
made short pause. e.
81 will tell you In moment; you must
hear me through" was the reply, "the
story will soon be ended. The night on
which Charles Elton was to. make Lizzie
Stanley his wife arrived, and with a light
and happy heart he mounted his horse,
and rode to her fathers house, to find
his intended wife a corpse! Yes, she had
been murdered by the hand of Henry
Bardwell, while going to spring not
| fifty yards from the house.. Her father
saw the deed done from hewindow of his
room, where he was confined by sick
ness.
| "The murderer fed soon rs the bloody
work was accomplished, and since that
hour I bave never ceased to hunt for
him. You start when you hear me use
the propoun Land we'll you may, for I
am Charles Elton, and not green Jim
Brown, OF Arkansas, as you supposed
me to he, and you"-he bent his head
forward and missed the words through
hia teeth-.you are Henry Bardwell. the
murderer OF Lizzie Stanley!'''
His late opponent remained motion
less and speechless, and Elton, as he will
be called hereafter, continued:
perhaps you doubt my word, but I
will soon dispel your doubts. Look at
me now, and see if you don't know me?"
AS he said this he pulled the false whis-
kers from his face, and disclosed hand
some countenance.
At this Bardwell stepped back, but in
stantly recovering himself, he clutched
his knife tighter in his hand ,'nnd said:
"Well, suppose this is all true, sup
pose you're Charles Elton, and suppose
I'm Henry. Bardwel1-what of it2"
Why" hissed the other, '"both of US
will never leave this boat alive, that's
all T haven't trocked Vol, tbrnu,oh a