The Bloomfield times. [volume] (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1867-187?, 1874-08-11


his days travel, he proposed to retire.
This was what Biswick desired, and he
cheerfully led the way to the bed chamber.
AS soon as the confederate left the room,
the scout buckled on his saber instead of
retiring 20 bed, and remained at the win
dow in a listening attitude.
He had not long been in this position
when a tap at the door aroused him.
With revolver in hand he opened the door
cautiously.
Pale and trembling the girl, Della Dor
an, entered, making frantic gestures for
him to keep silence. Seizing the fright
ened maiden by the hand, the brave old
scout said
"What is it my dear that frightens
you9"
Seeming to gain strength from his kind
words, she replied
"Oh sir, fly from here you are in
deadly peril Each moment you remain
increases your danger p
The scout received this startling an
nouncement as coolly as if ithad been an
order from his General, and merely said
You will have to give me some infor-
nation as to the nature of my danger if
you wish me to avert it."
"Mr. Biswick thinks you are the great
scout Glorcus, and has sent for guerillas to
arrest you"
"For Mosby?"
"No, worse. Mosby has some humanity
and honor but he has sent for the wretch,
Steve Hawkers.''
"Never fear, p" said the scout.
"But you will go nevertheless2'
"I will not be taken; but you must
answer some questions first"
"Ask them quick"
"Is your name really Della DoranP'
"It is.'
"Do you remember anything of your
parents9"
"Not a great deal. My mother died
when was young, and can just remem-
ber my father leaving me with Mr.. Bis
wick and going to California"
"Do you love your foster father ?"
"No sir, cannot. He is very cruel and
swears 1 shall marry Captain Hawkers."
That is sufficient, / shall go now,
but will return soon and tell you some
thing"
Arising he glided out Of the room, and
Della having accomplished her errand of
mercy, retired.
The famous scout managed to reach the
stable unperceived, and securing his horse,
led him to the rear of the house and hitch
ed him to a tree. Then holding revolver
in each hand he crept over the wall and
walked up the garden path.
Flashing lights and confused voices told
him that the Confederates had come A
heavy tread Of feet was heard coming
down the garden walk, and he distinguish
ed the voice Of the negro saying:
"Let 'um kill i'm; but golly don't cotch
me near; l might get stray bulletp'
In an instant the scout leveled pistol at
the head of the treacherous black and fired.
Without groan the negro fell dead in the
garden walk
With yells of vengeance the guerillas
rushed towards the scout, who nimbly
leaped the garden fence, vaulted into the
saddle, and amid flashing swords and
2 whizzing shots, dashed off in the forest.
"To horse after him." shouted Capt.
Hawkers. "Five thousand to the man
who brings him down"
Then there was mounting in hot haste
and the Confederates thundered on after
him.
The scout having reached an open spot
about three miles from the farm house,
paused on tho opposite side in thick
growth of underbrush, with cooked pistol
in each hand, the rein in his teeth, and
thus waited for his pursuers TO come up.
In the course Of half an hour the guer-
iilas, seven in number, rode into the open
spot and paused for consultation.
J Various coDjectures were made as to the
whereabouts Of the scout and the rebel
captain vowed he would give good round
sum to know just where he was.
, His speech was cut short by the crack
; Of pistol, and Captain Hawkers fell from
his horse.
, Two guerillas drew holsters and returned
, the fire, but now pistol shot after pistol
shot came from an unseen quarter, and
. three Confederates fell. The remainder
: terror stricken, fed.
The scout rode out on the plain to ex
D anime HIS fallen foe. Three were quite
dead, and the fourth was dying. Leaving
I the field Of carnage, he made his way back