The home journal. (Winchester, Tenn.) 1858-188?, 1872-07-25

Dorroll, aprmginGioyer tho counter
was ut his hools in Oh insant
"Don't look back OF I'll kill you!
Moekly obeying the imperative or.
dors Of the youth, Wolf moved slowly
out Of tho room into tho narrow cor.
ridor.
"Bo careful; don't-don't lot that
gun got oT,' Wolf stammored, as he
reached the head Of the stairs.
AT this moment clamorB Of the i'm
patient crowd below arose with tor
rblo distinctness, md ono shrill
voice was heard to say:
"llurry up, Wolf. Why don't you
throw them fcllcrs out?"
EXaspcraLcd beyond measure, he
was on tho point OF turning back, ut
the risk Of his life; for after all his
braggaIoci) how coull he face those
below, disarmod and chased out OF
the building by one of the puny boys
he had intended 50 terribly to chas-
tise? But Darrell was after him,
and with ono vigorous kick sent him
heels over head down the wooden
stairs, with laundering clatter, and
rolling over the doorsill, tho dofoat.
cd bully actually tumbled out upon
the street before ho could recover his
equilibrium.
"llello! lIow's this? WHAT'S up?"
asked dozen voices at once, as tho
dreaded man Ioappoared in this un-
digniliod shape, without having sent
, any corpsos down from tho window
"Why l simply kicked him down
stairs that's what's tho matter"
responded the boyish voice OF Dar-
rel aL tho head of tho stairs; "and if
ho comes up here again, | won't let
him OIL SO easily. Don't be afraid
Of him; l took all his weapons from
him.
Wolf struggled to his feet, subdu-
ing his head, and presenting such a
ludicrous appearance that he was
greeted with ieers and bursts Of
laughter. So completely had he
tumbled from his lofty eminonce in
the eyes Of those who either admired
or feared bold murderer, that they
who an hour ago would have dread
ed to offend him by word or look,
now regarded him only with con-
tompt-laughed at and doridod him.
ala, ha, hal" resounded on all
sides. "Lickodby u boy! Bah! Kick
ed down stairs by II child! Got your
barkers took from you! Where's
them corpses? HIa, ha. ha! You
ought to be egged out Of town.
Three groans for WOLF and the three
groans wero given with a will.
"Threo cheers for the little boy
that lick d him. was responded to
by three loud and enthusiastic cheers.
Never before had the rough crowd
seen q man with an established rep
utation, like Mr.. Wolf, thus sudden
ly fall to such a doph Of degradation,
All his name, famo, prestige, melted
away ike mist, and no was no long
or fearol-no longor respected by
the low thieves and cut-throats
around him-only despisod, Yes
despised by tho meanost of croa-
tures, whom he had OF times bullicd
as though they had beon hounds,
How little, how pusilanimous he
looked now, as no skunk away toward
Montgomery strootl Those who had
known him for the past year and TO-
grdCd him as giant, now faucied
that he he stood barely five feet six
in his boots. Tho dread that had
surrounded his name had cleared
away like vapor.
Such was VOLTS modification when
he came fully to realize what IL pitia-
bic figure ho had cut, that ho loft San
Francisco, and was seen no moro in
her streets. Tho fatality that had
apparently thus fur shielded and as
sisted him in his murderous work
now suddenly deserted him. lie
was destined never TO commit anoth-
or murder; but was himself shot
dead in Sacramento within three
weeks aftor the ovonts narrated.
| do not know what has become of
Haynes, or whether he is still alive;
but | do know that Darrell, tho brave
boy whose coolness and courage
saved them both, is to-day gentlo-
man of position, residing i'll u nour-
ishing city OF Neva Ia.