Eaton weekly Democrat. [volume] (Eaton, Ohio) 1866-1875, 1872-08-01


from his by a narrow hall way that was
reached by the fight of stairs alluded to.
"Ah, hal I've got ye, me young
impsl" exclaimed the desperate, burst
ing in.
Haynes recognized him and turned
pale. Being at the counter, which faced
the door and extended across the room,
he was naturally the first mark for
VOLTS vengence.
aye young rascals ~ he Kissed, scowl-
ing like a madman. "Ye'H never write
nor print nothin' more, bout me.' Here
he hourished his knife and revolver
above his head. "I've got a sure thing
on both of vel" Saying this he looked
about him, with careful scrutiny, to
see that there was no means of escape
for the quiet youth at the table, who, of
course, would not dare to jump over the
counter and try to pass him, but would
cover down in corner and take his
turn at being killed; then he reached
across the counter and seized Haynes
by the hair, which was unfortunately
very long.
Coiling the terrified young mans
locks around the great, coarse fingers of
the left hand, Wolf laid the revolver up-
on the counter, without the slightest
apprehension that his youthful adver-
sary would snatch it up and use it on
him, as he might have done had he
possessed the nerve, then fourishing his
big cleaning knife deliberately with
pure fiendishness, prolonged Haynes
terror and pain.
"Now, pray, you young un'" he hiss
ed. "You We got couple O. seconds
or SO leit-jest while Pm clippin' yer
ears off. I'll take 'em off first, clean
Il
throw yer out O. the winder. Dye hear
that?"
Such was Wolf's reliance on the terror
his name everywhere inspired, that he
never dreamed of resistance. He SIM
ply intended to butcher the two young
men, and such thing as an obstacle to
his will was not to be thought of. Had
Darrell possessed no more nerve than
HAYNES there can be no doubt that
they would have been murdered then
and there in the exact accordance with
VOLTS programme.
"TimeI" he said, grinding his teeth in
an ecstacy of rage, and drawing Haynes
white face closer to his own repul-
sive countenance. "The're a waitin'
to see yer carcass drap down into the
street." Here he fourished his knife and
selected his mark. "Right ear first.
Watch how clean an smooth I'll take
it off. 1 won't even touch hair"
Haynes bawled for mercy. "O-O-
DON'T" the poor fellow shrieked, trsm-
Wolff 1 didn't write that, on my
soul |" and he whined like schoolboy.
None O. yer lyin ~ said Wolf fierce
ly. "Yer both wrote it, darn vel an
both of yell pay for it ~ Here he exc
cuted decided circles with his flashing
knife, having apparently prolonged the
torture as much as he desired. "Here
goes; look out when l count three p
The knife was ready to descend. "One
-two"-
He stopped and started. He had not
observed the movement of young Oar
rell during the last few seconds, and
just as he was on the point of clipping
off Haynes ear in the polished manner
he had descanted upon, .he found the
muzzle of rifle thrust almost into his
face.
1t was a loaded rifle, which, luckily, a
friend Of Darrell's had left in his keep
ing that very morning while he went
out to make some purchases. 1t had
stood in the corner of the room near his
table, and Darrell had seized it, cooked
and leveled it with such dexterity that
he had Wolf covered before his move
ments were observed and he stood
motionless as a statue-his cool eye
glancing over the sights, and steady
finger on the trigger.
"You great bullyr' he said "drop
that knife instantly. Mind, L came
from the country where they shoot
squirrels only through the eye. l can
hit any hair of your big head that you
will mention at hundred yards. Drop
that knifer
The ruffian was fairly paralyzed. He
relaxed his grip on poor Haynes, who
sank fainting on the floor, and his MUIR
derous knife fell upon the counter. So
unexpected was this bold attitude OF
Darrell that Wolf was more startled
than if dozen of the roughest men
in California had assailed him.
There stood the boyish editor, mo-
the rifle did not move the breadth of a
hair. Darrell held the desperado's life
in his hands.
"You cowardly bully l' he repeated
contemptuously "don't dare to move
can send bullet through your eyeball
without touching the white. Don't
move the eighth Of an inch, or I'll dc
ii, and throw your filthy carcass out ot
the window ~
Wolf glanced at his revolver lying
upon the counter, within two feet of his
eye, but did not venture to reach for it
"Dare to touch that revolver-so
much as look at it again." said Darrell
and Ill make a red picture on the
wall there behind you. You clustering
Dragging knave you are a coward a
heart-a despicable curl You came uI
here to murder two boys because yor
| thought it a nice, easy task, and nov
you are pale and trembling with fear.
would Kill you in your tracks, but tina
don't want your dirty blood on m.
hands. Go, now. Turn instantly. Leav,
your knife and revolver where they are
I'll keep them. Go down to your friends
on the street, and tell them q boy whip
ped you-disarmed you and kicked yol
down stairs Do as L tell you, instant
ly. If you hesitate, you will never SCI
the sun rise"
Wolf, trembling from head to foot
glanced once more at his revolver, bu
did not dare to raise his hand. Hi
face was pale and his lips were dry.
"Do you hear me ?" demanded Dal
rell, sternly.
ayes, yes; don't shootI'' replie,
Wolf, turning about, as commanded
He was thoroughly cowed.
HDO not turn vOIIr I1plV face this wa