The home journal. (Winchester, Tenn.) 1858-188?, 1872-08-01

SOtllbH WV VA lihSNA y .1OutiB mum .
locks around thegroat, coarse fingers
of the left hand, Wolf laid his revol-
YER on the counter, without the
slightest apprehension that his
youthful adversary would snatch it
up and use it on him, as he might
have done had he possessed the
nerve, then lourished his big gleam-
ing knife deliberately with pure fen
dishncss, prolonging Haynes terror
and pain.
"Now, pray, you young UNI he
Missed. "You've got couple o sec
onds or 80 left-iust wh'lo I'm clip,
pin yer ears off, I'll take 'em of
first, clean and smooth, then III cut
yer throat m throw you out o the
windor. Dye hear thatY
Such was Wolfs reliance Oh the
terror his name everywhere inspired,
that no never dreamed OF resistance.
Ho simply intended to butcher the
two young mon, and such n thing as
an obstacle to his will was not to be
thought Of. Had Darrell possessed
no more norvo that Haynes there
can DO no doubt that they would
both have been murdered then and
thoro i'll exact accordance with
VOLTS programme.
"Timc" he said, grinding bis
teeth in an ecstacy of rage, and
drawing Haynes whito f0cc closer to
his own ropulsiyo countonanco.
"Tho're IL waitin' TO SEQ yer carcass
drap down into tho street" Here
he nourishod his knife and selected
bis mark. "Right car first. Watch
how clean an smooth III take it off .
| won't even touch II hair
Haynes bawIed for mercy. 900
ii MT the poor follow shriokcd,
trembling with terror, go, don't,
Mr.. Wolf! ! did not write that, on
my soul" and he whincd like II
sChoolboy.
"Nouo o yer lyinl' said Wolf
fcrcoly. "Ycr both wrote it, darn
ye an both Of yen pay for!" Here
no executed decided circles with his
flushing knife, having apparently
prolonged the torture us much as he
desirod. "ILero goes look out when
| count three The knife was ready
to descend. "Ono-two"-
lie stopped and stared. lie had
not observed the movements Of Oar
rell during the last low soconda and
as he was on point of clipping of
Haynes car in tho polished manner
ho had doscantcd upon, he found tho
muzzlo Of rifle thrust almost into
his face.
1t was II loaded rifle, which, luck
ily, u friond of Darrclls had left in
his Keeping that voIy morning while
Lo went ont to make some purchases.
1t had stood in the corner of hi3
room nosr his table, and Darrell had
seized it, cooked and loyclod it with
such doxterity that he had Wolf
covered before his movements wore
observed; aud he stood moiionless as
o statue--his cool eye glancing over
the sights, and q steady finger on
tho trigger.
"You great bully!' ho said; "drop
that knife instantly. Mind, | came
from a country where they shoot
squirrels only through the eye. |
can hit any hair Of your big head
that you will mention at hundred
yards. Drop that knifc.'
Tho ruilian was fairly paralyzed.
He relaxed his grip OH poor Haynes,
who sank fainting on the floor and
his murdorous knife fell upon the
counter. So unexpected was this
bold attitude of Darrell that Wolf
WIS moro startled than he would if
a dozen of the roushest men i'll Cali
fornia had assailed him.
There stood tbs boyBh editor, mo-
tiouless rs the wall, and tho muzzlc
of the rifle did not move the breath
of hair. Darrell held the dcspcra-
life in his hands.
"You cowar,lly bully!' he repeated,
contomptuously; "lon't dare to
move; can send bullet through
your cyeball without touching the
whito. Don't move IN eighth Of an
inch, or I'll do it, and throw your
filthy carcass out OF tho window
Wolf glanced ut his revolver lying
upon tho counter, within two feet of
bis eye, but did not venture to reach
it.
"Daro to touch that rovolvor-so
much rs look ut it again, said Dar-
roll, and III make rol picture Oh
The wall thcro behind you. You
clustering, Dragging knavc! you are
u coward at hoart-a dospicable curl
You camo up here to murder two
boys because you thought it II nice,
easy task, and now you aro pale and
trembling with fear. | would kill
you in your tracks, but that | don'i
want your dirty blood on my hands
Go now. Turn instantly. Leave
your knife and revolver where they
are. III keep them. Go down tr
your friends on the street, and tel
them a boy whipped you-dlsarmed
you and kicked you down stairs! Dc
as / tell you, instantly. If you hesi
tate, you will never Fco 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 wcr'
dry.
"Do you hear me?" demanded
Darrell, stornly.
uV,. ,,,,. ,I,,,i nhn,Itv rn,1io,