The Bloomfield times. [volume] (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1867-187?, 1872-06-18
Gbe Qinres, New Bluonlfelo, l)a.

"Be careful; don't-don't let that gun
go off," Wolf stammered, as hereachedthe
head of the stairs. ltirr.nst
At this moment the clamors of the impa-
tient crowd below arose with terrible dis
tinctness, and one shrill voice was heard to
say, ,ai ut.9 hdf uf ir lirfpg f Ja11
"Hurry up, Wolf, why don't you throw
them fellers out?" 80 fisntlt1fuf
Exasperated beyond measure, he was on
the point Of turning back, at the risk of
his life; for after all his braggadocio how
could he face those below disarmed and
chased out of the building by one of the
puny boys he had intended so terribly to
chastise2 2" But Darrell was after him, and
with one vigorous kick sent him. bounding
down the wooden stairs, with laundering
clatter. and rolling over the doorsill, the de-
feated bully actually tumbled out upon the
street before he could recover his equilibri-
um. aIt rn. ......... ..
Hello how's this? What's up?" asked
a dozen voices at once, as the dreaded man
re-appeared in this indignified shape, with
out having sent any corpses down from the
window. i er t ti
it"Why, simply kicked him down stairs
that's what's the matter" responded the
boyish voice of Darrell at the top; "and if
he comes up here again won't let him off
SO easy. Do not be afraid of him; took
all his weapons from him. asr
Wolf struggled to his feet, and present
such ludicrous appearance that he was
greet with loud jeers and bursts of laugh
ter. So completely had he tumbled from
his lofty eminence in the eyes of those who
either admired or feared bold murderer,
that they who an hour ago would have
dreaded to offend him by word or look now
regarded him only with contempt-laugh-
ed at and derided him. ,t.
Never before had the rough crowd seen
a man with an established reputation like
Mr.. Wolf thus suddenly fall to such a
depth of degradation. All his name, fame
and prestige, melted away like mist, and
he was no longer feared-no longer respect
ed by the low thieves and cut-throats
around him only despised. Yes, despised
by the meanest of creatures whom he had
oftentimes bullied as though they had been
hounds. .,4.t.
The dread which had surrounded his
name seemed to vanish like mist. Lick
ed by boy ~ "Kicked down stairs %
SCOT his barkers took from him ~ were
the murmurs of the crowd. At length a
voice boldly taunted him with "Where's S
your knife ?" and another proposed "Three
cheers for the boy that licked him."
Looking very little and pusillanimous,
he skunk away toward Montgomery Street.
Such was VOLTS modification, when he
came fully to realize what a pitiable figure
he had cut, that he left San Francisco and
was seen in her streets no more. The fatal
| ity which had apparently thus far shielded
and assisted him in his murderous deeds
suddenly deserted him. sI.s.
He was destined never to commit another
murder, but was himself shot dead in Sac
ramento within but three weeks after the
events narrated.
do not know what became of Haynes,
or whether he is still alive; but know that
Darrell, the brave boy whose GOODNESS and
courage saved them both, is to-day gentle
man of position, residing in hourishing
city of Nevada.