Eaton weekly Democrat. [volume] (Eaton, Ohio) 1866-1875, 1872-08-01
"Don't look back, or Ill kill your

Ion Z look DacK, or III Kill you j
Meekly obeying the imperative order.
the room into the narrow corridor.
"Be careful; don't-don't let that
gun go off," Wolf stan,mered, as he
reached the head of the stairs.
At this moment the clamors of the
impatient crowd below arose with terri
bic 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 brag
gadocio how could he face those below,
disarmed and chased out of the build.
ing by one of the puny boys he had in
tended so terribly to chastise? But
Darrell was after him, and with one Wig
orous kick sent him heels over head
down the wooden stairs, with thun-
sill the defeated bully actually tumbled
out upon the street before he could re.
cover his equilibrium.
"Hellow How's this? What's 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 here again, won't let him off so
easily. Don't be afraid of him, l took
all of 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 laughter. So
completely had he tumbled from his
lofty eminence in the eyes of those who
either admired or feared bold MUIR
derer, that they who an hour ago would
have dreaded to offend him by word or
tempt-laughed at and derided him.
cha, ha, ha ~ Iesounded on all sides.
Licked by a boy BAIL Kicked
down stairs by a child!' Got your bark
ers took from you'll Where's them
corpses? Ha, ha, hal You ought to be
egged out of townI Three groans for
Wolff" and the three groans were given
with will.
"Three cheers for the little boy that
licked him p was responded to by three
loud and enthusiastic cheers.
Never before had the crowd seen a
man with an established reputation, like
Mr.. Wolf, thus suddenly fall to such a
depth of degradation. All his name,
fame, prestige, melted away like a mist,
and he was no longer feared-no longer
respected by the low thieves and cut
throats around him-only despised.
Yes, despised by the meanest of crea-
lures, whom he had ofttimes bullied as
though they had been hounds.
How little, how pusillanimous he
looked now, as he skunk away towards
Montgomery street Those who had
known him for the past year regarded
him as giant, now fancied that he
stood barely five feet six in his boots.
The dread that had surrounded his
name had cleared away like vapor.
Such was VOLTS modification when
he came fully to realize what pitiable
figure he had cut, that he left San
Francisco, and was seen in her streets
no more. The fatality that had appar
emily thus far shielded and assisted him
in his murderous work now suddenly
deserted him. He was destined never
to commit another murder; but was
himself shot dead in Sacramento within
three weeks after the events narrated.
do not know what became of Haynes
or whether he is still alive, but know
that Darrell, the brave boy whose cool
ness and courage saved them both, ii
to-day a gentleman of position residing
in a fourishlng city of Nevada.