Fayetteville observer. [volume] (Fayetteville, Tenn.) 1850-1966, 1872-07-25

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iS'3Yotu great bully j" h. said
"drop that knife instantly. Mind,
l came from country where they
shoot, squirrels only = through the
Ieye. l can hit any hair of your
big head that you will mention at
! a hundred yards Drop that
knife !" a ~ H"rs'. ai
Theruffian was fairly paralysed
He relaxed his grip on poor Kay
nes, 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 have been if a dozen of
the toughest men in California
had assailed him. a. -.
There stood the boyish editor,
motionless as the wall, and the
muzzle of the rifle did not move
the breadth of aahair. Darrell
held the desperado'S life in his
| hands. s5Ew 1' ftuIp g. .
"You cowardly bully,''- he re-
peated, contemptuousiy. h"Don't
dare to move; l can send a bull
let through your eyebalI without
touching the white. Don't move
the eighth Of an inch or I'll do it
and throw your filthy carcass out
the. windowNs att '.+.,....
Wolf glanced at his revolver
lying upon the counter, within
two feet of his eye, but did not
venture to reach for it.
"Dare to touch that revolver
so much as look att again" sad
Darrell, "and I'll make a red pic,
ture on the wall there behind You.
You are: a clustering, Dragging
knave !! you are a coward at heart
"a despicable cur! You came
Iup here to murder two boys be-
cause you thought It q nice, easy
task, and now you are pale and
trembling with fear. | would
kill you in your tracks, but l don't
want your dirty blood on my
hands. Go, now. Turn instant
ly. Leave your knife and reyol-
yer where they are, III keep
them, Go down to your friends
and tell them a boy whipped you
--disarmed You and kicked YOU
down stairs Do as | tell You III
stantly. IF you hesitate you will
never see the. sun set"
Wolf, trembling from head to
foot, glanced once more at his re-
volver, but did. not dare to raise
his hand. His face was pale and
his lips were dry.aaog aa.,al s,
"D0 you hearume% demanded
Darrell, sternly.aaszsza
eyes, yes; don't shoot!' re-
piled Wolf, turning about as com
manded. He was thoroughly
cowed. 9s# 8B46zs
'Do not turn your ugly face
this way again" +" said Darrell, cor
you will pay for it with your life.
Move" -s-N NSgSgs
Tanner than whipped cur, the
ruffian walked toward the door,
and Darrell, springing over the
counter, was at his heels in an in
slant.
"Don't look back, or I'll kill
you p .2Es'a nsehcV
Meekly obeYlng the imperative
orders of the youth, Wolf moved
slowly out Of the room into the
narrow corridor. s-fl4gr 5,-
Z 'Be careful don't let that gun
go of, ," Wolf stammered, as be
reached the head of the stars.
At7thisT very mon1entE the cla-
mors Of the impatient crowd be-
low arose with terrible distinct
ness, and one shrill voice was
heard to say: .5.7l vgas. aasa, I
"Hurry up, .WNG 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 bis braggadocia how could
he meet those below, disarmed
and chased out of the building by
'onsof the2puny boys he had IN
tended so terribly to chastlse ?
But Darrell was after him, and
with one vigorous Kick sent HIM
heels over head down the wooden
stairs, with a laundering clatter,
and rolling over the doorsill, the
defeated bully actually tumbled
out upon, the street before he could
recover his equilibrium.
."HellotU dHow's1this! What's
.up?" asked a dozen voices at!
once. as the dreaded man reap
peared ia his sundignified shape,
without having sent any corpses
out the window. '" @
"Why, l simply kicked him
down stairs--that's what's the mat
ter" said the boyish voice of Dar-
.ren III the hand Of the stairs y