Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1872-07-22

springing over the counter, was at his
heels in an instant.
Don't look back, or I'll kill you!''
Meekly obeying the imperative or
ders Of the youth, Wolf moved slowly
out of the room into the narrow corridor.
BE careful; DON don't let that
gun go off, stammered Wolf, as he
reached the head of the stairs.
At this moment the clamors of the
impatient crowd below arose with terri
BILE distinctness, and one shrill voice
was heard to say:
Hurry up. Wolf. Why don't you
throw them fellers out"
Exasperated beyond measure, he was
on the point Of turning back, at the risk
Of his life for after all his braggadocia
how could he face those below, disarmed
and chased out of the building by one
of the puny boys he had intended so ter
ribly to chastise? But Darrell was af-
ter him, and with one vigorous kick sent
him heels over head down the wooden
stairs, with laundering clatter, and
rolling over the doorsil, the defeated bull
ly actually tumbled out upon the street
before he could recover his equilibrium.
"Hellow How's this =? What up ?"
asked dozen voices at once, as the
dreaded man reappeared in this undig-
nifed shape, without having sent any
corpses down from the window.
"Why, l simply kicked him down
stairs-that's what's the matter!'' re-
sponded the boyish voice of Darrell at
the head of the stairs; ''and if he comes
up here again, | won't let him off so ca
silly. Don't be afraid of him. [ took all
his weapons from him.
Wolf struggled to his feet, rubbing
his head, and presenting such a ludi-
crous appearance that he was greeted
with jeers and bursts of laug So
completely had he tumbled from his lof-
ty eminence in the eyes of those who
either admired or feared bold murder
er, that they. who an hour ago would
have dreaded to offend him by word or
look, now regarded him only with con-
tempt-laughed at and derided him.
''Ha, ha, ha !" resounded on all sides.
Licked by boy! Bah! Kicked down
stairs by child Got your breakers
took from you Where's them corpses ?
Ha, ha, ha You ought to be egged out
of town! Three groans for Wolf !" and
the groans were given with will.
Three cheers for the little boy that
licked him was responded to by three
loud and enthusiastic cheers.
Never before had the crowd seen a
men with an established reputation, like
Wolf, thus suddenly fall to such depth
af degradation. All his name, fame.
prestige, melted away like a mist, and
he was no longer feared-no longer re.
spected by the low thieves and cut.
throats around him-only despised. Yes
despised by the meanest of creatures
whom he had ofttimes bullied as though
they had been hounds.
How little, how pusillanimous he look
ed now, as he skunk away toward Mont
gomery street Those who had knowr
him for the past year, regarding him al
giant, now fancied that he stood bare
ly five feet six in his boots. The dreat
that surrounded his name had cleared
away like a vapor.
Such was VOLTS modification whel
he came fully to realize what pitiabl
figure he had cut, that he left San Fran
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more. The fatality that had apparentl
thus far shielded and assisted him i
his murderous work now suddenly de
serted him. He was destined never t
commit another murder but was him
self shot dead in Sacramento within thre
weeks after the events narrated.
do not know what became of Kayne:
or whether he is still alive, but [ kno,
that Darrell. the brave boy whose COO
ness and courage saved them both,
to-day gentleman of position residin
in the fourishing city of Nevada.
THE WIFE's INFLUENCE.-A woman
in many instances has her husband