The Democratic press. [volume] (Ravenna, O. [Ohio]) 1868-1901, 1869-03-25

Emma ran to call her brother to say
good bye, but she found his door
locked, and could get no answer.
Let him alone" said her grand
father-a Let him alone; example Is
better than prccept" and SO he rode
away. il. -
There was only a cloudy moon, but
the stout-hearted traveller knew his
road, and was a little likely to miss
his way on the moor as is street
Arab in London. His thoughts went
before him to his dying friend, and
| his indignation with Hugh slowly
| faded from his mind, when, just as a
cloud obscure d the moon, he heard
the snort of a spurred horse, shad-
ow fell on his path, a hand suddenly
caught his bride, and a pistol. was
pointed at his head. -s..r- 81
"Your money or your life! "a
The words were spoken quickly in
a disguised bnt agitated voice. There
was just light enough to see the high
wayman was slight built man, of no
apparent physical force, yet the Squire
remembered his vain boast as he felt
how completely he was in the strip
Iling's power. There was a moments
silence. The Squire's hand was in
his greatcoat pocket. Did the robber
think he was getting his purse? Did
the Squire know he was searching for
his pistol? ..a.-.s.-- ....a...--.,,r..-,
? The highwayman spoke again in the
same strange voice, which seemed full
of smothered passion and grief-"I
have heard you would never yield to
single man." The Squire's blood
boiled at the implied taunt, but yet
the pistol was terribly near his head,
and he felt that in such case neither
strength nor courage can always win
victory. -; -.
"Nor would I yield to YOU" he
isaid-he knew not what prompted
him-"not to you alone; but to that
other fellow looking over your shoul-
der" -. - :.
+ The robber startled shudderingly,
and turned. Swift as lightning the
4 Squire aimed his own pistol and fired.
For moment the moorland seemed
illumined out of the fiendish bright
ness came light, sharp, almost girl
4 ish shrek. A second more al! was
dark and quiet, and the Squire realized
he stood alone in the moonlight with
IA dead man at his feet. r.,.s- i. .s..,,
4 A stern man was Latymer Coran
of Coran, and he was not to be
brought to pause on his journey, be-
cause he had chanced to slay thief
Nor was it the awe and horror Of
bloodshed which blanched and flushed
his cheeks as he.rode on. No, his rig,
III Justice decided that the man de-
served his death, only it was not NEE
that such as he should have betrayed
an honorable gentleman to deceit. Fol
he knew he had verified his boast, and
saved himself-by a liel
That haunted him as he stood by
the grim chamber of Wrottel Clock
house, and saw the last of his old
friend, the county magistrate. He dis
patched no one to the dead robber-
time enough for that when he returned
, in the morning. -
Then he took the officers of justict
!. with him, and they, respecting his po
sition and the depression in which h
seemed plunged, walked quietly sid
by side, little way behind his horse
), At last they reached the spot wher'
the deadly deed had taken place. tt
their oastonishment, little group o
: people were gathered about, and a
, they drew near they heard sound o
lamentation, and the Squire saw hi.
own livery servant, one of them hold
, ing the bride of a rriderless horse.--
/. They turned startled, white faces t.
j him, as he rode up, and were silent.
i What is the matter r he demand
; ed, imperiously. sra e.lra. rr
"Oh, he Gamma be dead! the bonni
laddie !" sobbed an old Scotch groom
-HSome one has shot Mr.. Hugh, salt
r two or three at once. fsgf fsr
? 1ttIt must have been q duel" sal
e some one, I" for the young master ha
+ his own pistol with him., .,F3 RI
e The Squire pushed his hors
a through the crowd. On the bloo'
!. stained heather lay his antagonist Q
: the night before, his own grandson
e the back of his head completely shat
h tered, and stains of blood on his boy
@ ish face. The steward knelt by tn
It corpse, disengaging the pistol froI
n the stiff grasp of the dead. n He look
a ed at it with wondering, bewildere
: eyes, and said, "It has never bee
laadea",. As5..a2 reri.s. .e'
v Then the old Squire understood
d all he understood that his boastfu
It provoking words had aggravate
< Hugh to put his courage to the test,
1t hope of convincing him there is n
le trial of bravery between an hone
= man and robber. And the Sqaire III
fe derstood also that had that unloade
Is pistol been what it seemed, he, Il
le honorable Coran of Cpran, had an,
e, escaped a lie. @ il--9% .7'i,i
lis did it," he said, gloomily, al
the two deferential officers of JUST
at came and stnad on either side of +
er tymer Caran, and his own servan
d. fell back In horror and dismay. Ala
IL for the twice bereaved women waitil
3. and weeping, and as yet hoping, in Il
mt proud old castle towers! 1'i-i: W J.
mt Latymer Coran was spared the
Rominy Of a trial-he did not ev
he live to hear that the coroner's jury /
II turned a verdict of /" misadvertur,