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

| SoiIluS INC 'crllilCu young man
locks around lhogrent, coaIso GDGorl
Of The left hNnd, Wolf laid his royol
yer on the counter, without tb,
slightesC apprehension thai hi
youthful adversary would snatch il
up and uso il ON him, as ho NIGH
have done had he possessed thu
nerve, then tlourishe1 his big gloam
ing knife deliberately with pure fen
dishness, prolonging Haynes torroI
and pain,
Now, pray, You young unl' he
Kissed, "You'vo got couple o soc
onds OF 80 left just Sb'lo Tn clip
pin yer cars of, l'll. take 'om Of
first, clean and smooth, then I'll cu
yer throat an throw You on, o tn,
windcr. Dye hear that?"
Such was Wo l's reliance on the
terror his namo everywhere inspired
that he never dreamed Of resistance
lie simply intended to butcher tho
two young men, and such thing a'
an obstacle to his will was not to bt
thought of. Had Darrell possessed
no moro nerve that Haynes there
can be no doubt that thoy woulC
both have been murdered then anG
thoro in exact accordance witt
VOLTS programme.
"Tnmo!" he said, grinding hit
teeth i'll IN ocstacy of rage, and
drawing Haynes white face closer tc
his own repulsivc countonauco
"Tho'rc u waitin' TO 500 yer carcass
drap down into the street" Here
he ilourishod his knife and selected
his mark. "Right car first. Watch
how clean an smooth I'll take it off
| won't oven tvuch hair
Haynes bawlod for mercy. 900
don't" the poor follow shrioked,
trembling with terror. 30, don't,
Mr.. Wolf! l did not write that, ON
my soul" and he whined like u
schoolboy.
"Nono O yer lyin!' said Wolf
Gercely. oyer both wrote it, darn
yc! m both of yell pay for!'' Here
he executed decided circles with his
Aaslin. knife, having apparently
prolonged the torture as much as he
desired "Hore goes look out when
| count three!' Tho knife was ready
to descend. "One ne-two'-
lIo stopped and stared. Hc had
not observed the movements Of Oar
rell during the last few seconds, and
us he was on point of clipping off
Haynes eur III the polished manner
he had doscanted upon, he found The
muzzle Of q rifle thrust almost into
his face.
1t was o loaded rifle, which, luck
lily, q friend of DarrolPs had left in
his keeping that very morning while
he went out to make somo purchases
1t had stood in the corner of his
room near his table, and Darrell had
seized it, cooked and lovclol it with
such dextcrity that he had Wolf
covered before his movements were
observed; and he stood lnotionlcss aB
q statrlo--hs cool ego glanciDg over
the sights, and u steady finger on
the trigger.
"You great buIly!' he said; "drop
that knife instantly. Mind, | came
from country where they shoot
sqnirroIs only through tho oyc. |
can hit any hair of your big head
that you will mention at hundred
yards. Drop that knife!'
The ruflian was fairly paralyHod.
lie relaxed his grip on poor Kaynos,
who sank faintiug on the floor, and
his murdorous knife foil upon the
counter. So unexpected was this
bold attitude of Darrell that Wolf
was more startled than he would if
a dozen of the toughest men in Cali
fornia had assailod him.
There stood tbs boy:sh editor, mo-
tionless rs The wall, and the muzzlo
of tho rifle did not move the breath
of q hair. Darrell held the despera-
life in his hands.
"You cowardly bully!"he repeated,
contemptuously; "don't dare to
move; can send q bullet through
your oycball 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 tho counter, within two feet of
his eye, but did not venture to roach
it.
"Dare to touch that revolver-so
much as look at it again, said Dar-
rell, and I'll mako roa picture on
the wall thore behind you. You
clustering, Dragging knave! you aro
u coward at heart-a despicablo curl
You came up hero to murder two
boys because you thought it a nice,
easy task, and now you are pale and
trembling with fear. | would kill
you in your tracks, but that l don't
want your dirty blood on my hands.
Go now. Turn instantly. Leave
your knife and revolver whore they
are. I'll keep them. Go down to
your friends on the street, and tell
them boy whipped you-disarmed
you and kicked you down stairs! DO
as l tell you, instantly. Ii you hesl,
tate, you will never see tho sun set.
Wolf, trembling from head to foot,
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 MOI" demanded