The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1872-07-26

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and pain
"Now, pray, you young unl'' he
Missed. you've got a couple o sec
onds or so left-iust while I'm clip
pin yer ears of. I'll take 'em off
first, clean and smooth, then I'll cut
yer throat an throw you out O. the
Winder. Dye hear that?"
Such was WolPB reliance on the
terror bis name everywhere inspired,
that he ney dream ad of resistance.
He simply intended to butcher the
two young men, and such thing as
al obstacle TO his viii gas not to be
thought Of Hud Darrell possessed
no pOre nerve that Haynes there
can be no doubt that thoy would
both have been murdered than and
there in exact accordance with
VOLTS programme.
"'Fime!" he said, grinding his
teeth In an ecstacy of rage, aud
drawing Haynes white face closer to
his own repulsive countenance.
'"The're a waitin' to SOC yer carcass
drap down into tho street" Here
he hOurished his knifo and selected
his mark. ''Right ear first. Watch
how clean an smooth I'll take it off.
I won't even tonch hair"
Haynes bawled for mercy. 60
don't" the poor fellow shrieBed,
| trembling with terror. go, don't,
/ Mr.. Wolff 1 did not write that, on
my soull' and he whined like a
schoolboy.
"None O. yer 1yinl'' said Wolf
6ercely. eyer both wrote it, darn
ye! an both of yen pay for!" Here
he executed decided circles with his
flashing knife, having apparently
prolonged the torture as much as he
desired. ''Hers goes look out when
l count three!' The knife was ready
to descend. "Ons-two"-
He stopped and stared. He had
not observed the movements of Dar-
rell during the last few seconds, and
as he was on 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.
It was a loaded rifle, which, luck
lily, friend of Darrell's had left IN
his keeping that very morning whils
he went out to make some purchases
It had stood In the corner of his
room near his table, and Darrell had
seized it, cooked and Ieveled it with
such dsxterity that he had Wolf
covered before his movements were
observed; and he stood motionless as
a statue-his cool eye glancing over
the sights, and steady finger on
the trigger.
''You great bullyl" he said; ",lrop
that knife instantly. Mind, / came
from 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 lEnife!''
The rufian was fairly paralyzed.
He relaxed his grip on poor Haynes,
who sank fainting on the floor, and
his murderous knife fell upon the
counter. So unexpected was this
bold attitude of Darrell that Wolf
was more startled than he would if
dozen of the roughest men IN Cali
fornia had assailed him.
There stood this boy:sh editor, mo-
tionless rs the wall, and the muzzle
of the rifle did not move the breath
of hair. Darrell held the despera-
life in his hands.
"YOu cowardly bullyl' he repeated,
cOntemptuously; "don't dare to
move; can send bullet through
your eyeball without touching the
white. Don't move an eighth of an
inch, or I'll do it, and throw your
filthy carcass out of the window"
Wolf glanced at his revolver lying
upon the counter, within two feet of
his eye, but did not venture to reach
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"Dare to touch that revolver-so
much as look at it again, said Oar
rell, and I'll make a red picture on
the wall there behind YOU. You
clustering, Dragging knavel you are
coward at heart-a despicable curl
You came up here to murder two
boys because you thought it nice,
easy task, and new You are pale aud
trembling with fear. / would kill
you III your tracks, but that I don't
want your dirty blood on my hands.
Go now. Turn Instantly. Leave
your knife and revolver where they
are. I'll keep them. Gro down 60
your friends on the street, and tell
them boy whipped you-disarmed
you and kicked you down stairsi Do
as | tell you, instantly. If you hest
tate, you will never see the sun set. %
Wolf, trembling from head to foot,
glanced once more at his revolver,
but did not dare to raise his hand.
His face was pale and his lips were
dry.
"Do you hear me?" demanded
Darrell, sternly.
'Yes, yes; don't shootI" replied
Wolf, turning about, as commanded.
He vas thoroughly cowed.
''Do not turn your ugly face this
way again" said Darrell, COR you
will pay for it with your life. Novel
Tanner than a whipped cur, the
rufian walked toward the door, and
Darrell, springing over the counter
was ut his heels IN an ins4nt.
Don t look back or I'll kill you p
Meekly obeying the imperative or
ders of the youth, Wolf moved slowly
out Of the room into the narrow cor
ridor.
BE careful; don't-don't let that
gun get of, Wolf stammered, as he
reached the head of the stairs.
Al this moment claInors Of the i'm
patient crowd below arose with ter
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