Green-Mountain freeman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1844-1884, 1870-07-27

it gives faint click, click, as he holds
it up. Ha L thought so he puts it into
his breast, and then looks about him. L
keep closer in to the wall. He does not
see me although he is coming this way. He
passes me and walks on. | whistle tune,
and step after him around the corner L
am coming up to him. He asks me the
time. tell him, and ask did gentleman
in light suit pass that way. Yes. he
went up yon street smoking cigar; good
night, sir Ha ha good night But
surely he is following me! Yes, there can
be no mistake about it, No matter, [ will
outwit him. l reach the corner; he is
ten yards behind me, or more. [ set of
at run down the street till l reach the
next corner; round it l fly. A glance
backward-he has not entered the street
yet. | enter half open door. The next
minute hear his steps; he is running for
death or life one would think. He reaches
the corner too, and stops. He is not yard
from me, and am grinning at him through
the door, which is about six inches open.
He looks about him. He is at fault
= &c him, he mutters, I'll have him
yeti He sets off at headlong speed along
the street, and -sas1-1S., qYis..,sesznu..a
follow him sa,sar0 ~
the corns
-tha straes
although fnYu
placed by carrotS @sls.ess, and he has a
pea jacket and jerry hat. By what trick
of sleight-of-hand is this done? l cannot
imagine. 1t must be he. He is filling his
pipe. My house is Just in advance still
he follows me.
enter the house Casually he glances
up at the windows. bolt the door. L
hear him turn into the lane that goes up
alongside the next house. l steal quietly
into the front parlor and leave the shut
ters open and put back the window fasten-
ing. Then L go up stairs to the back
room. light the candle. | don't draw
down the blind for reasons of my own
One glance at the lane. l thought so );
there he is, staring at the house. [ can
see him the lamp is not far off. l draw
back out of sight, and taking ny revolver
out Of the drawer, put fresh cartridges
therein and slip it into my pocket. Then
| 90 up to the window, with my nightcap
in my hand stare into the glass while
| adjust it. l am full in the glare of the
candle light. l am sure he sees me; then,
quietly drawing down the blind | extin-
guish the light, and then pull it (the blind)
little on one side to look out. See he
is running around to the front again
steal down stairs l creep into the
parlor l thought so ; some one at the
window. Slowly and silently the sash is
lifted, and the blind put back the next
moment man enters the room. 1t is he.
He pulls out his pistol, cocks it, and
lays it on the table Then he pokes his
head out under the blind and glances up
and down the street. Apparently satisfied,
he withdraws his head and then feels his
way to the fireplace. He is going to strike
a match.
quietly put out my hand and gripped
his pistol. [ stealthily draw myself up
and face him. He strikes the silent
match gradually it brightens up His
back is toward me. He lights the candle
ana turns rms ar9nna ICY 9Sai :, Uu, turns wnltU as
sheet. l am facing him, covering him
with my revolver and his own pistol. For
a moment we glare at each other. He
mutters, No firearms eh p and / hiss,
Surrender" \ moment and the candle
stick is dashed in my face. There is a
fash, a eport-another He dashes at
the window. Now l see why he left the
window open. | rush madly forward. A
heavy blow descends on my face. | stag
ger back, only for moment. | start up
and take down the gun. In an instant
am standing in the street. He is fifty
yards away l fire one barrel. then the
next; of course [ miss, and then 1 stand
crestfallen at my window, while the neigh.
bors gather round Thieves" says one
The ruffians = cried another while a
third eyes calmly, saying, You have
missed him, MASTER 4 pistol for my
trouble. l have missed him = | never
saw him again.