The tribune. [volume] (Beaufort, S.C.) 1874-1876, 1875-05-26

toward ali the rest OF the world rs his
master. The devotion was mutual.
Franzl always gave the first mouthful of
the food he "reqrlisitioned for himself
to Wolf, and Wolf showed his teeth,
without any sign from his master, if any
one hesitated to comply with his de-
mands.
The dog was the only creature for
whom the reckless criminal retained any
affection, and it was evident that neither
of the friends would care to survive the
other. Franzl became more and more
overbearing and exacting, and the ter
ror among the people increased in pro-
portion. One night he again aroused
the wife of peasant, and ordered her to
cook him some food. Trembling, she
appeared Mt the window, and refused to
comply with the extraordinary request.
He was standing below the balcony, and
as she spoke he flung his great knife into
the house with such force that it went
through the wall. "You saw it, didn't
you? ?" he shouted, in menacing voice.
"Next time it will go through yotlr
body! !" and with that he turned on his
heel, followed by his dog, snarling and
foaming at the mouth.
All search for him was in vain in
fact, it is but labor lost to endeavor to
track rogue in his own mountains. He
had long been an outlaw in public
opinion, and at last, as all other means
failed, price was set on his head.
There was nothing else left to be done.
at certain spot where two roads
meet stands large, lonely inn, con-
Quoted in quite the old style, with oaken
tables and earthenware drinking vessels.
On the wall of the public room hang the
carriers notices, beneath the stove
snores the watchdog, and the host is the
despotic sovereign whose authority is
never questioned.
One evening few travellers were as
sembled i'll this room, wearing their
picturesque hats with the jaunty feather
pulled forward. Suddenly the door
opened, and a sturdy looking fellow
walked in and sat down with the rest.
They ali knew who it was Us we'll as we
do.
1t was the very day on which the writ
against him had been issued. "Franzl |"
cried one, edo you know that a price is
set upon your head ?" Whoever takes
you will get fifty gulden," added an
other. 81 should think you were glad
of that, for folks say you're worth moth
ing !" Everybody laughed. Franzl,
however, did not move muscle; but
stood with arms akimbo, and cried scorn-
fully: "Well, here am; any one with
knife and no money is welcome to
me-"
Every one remained seated, but the
wolf-dog growled from beneath the
table as if he understood what was going
on. Without another word, Franzl re-
sumed his seat, AT went on drinking
and chatting pleasantly as had been his
wont of old. He was, however, rather
more subdued than formerly, and in
about half an hour he laid a kreuzer on
the table, and went out into the dark
ness without word of farewell, but the
dog turned ut the door to snarl and show
his great fangs.
"He took no pleasure in cards to-
day. observed one who had proposed
an interdicted game of chance to him.
1T isn't likely" replied his neighbor,
" that a fellow whose own game is up is
likely to care much for any other" And
they drew their chairs more closely to-
gether, and whispered: "He won't pull
through this time" "Dead or alive,''
says the writ, muttered one under his
breath.
Two days later Franzl once more
knocked at the door of peasants house.
1t was in the neighborhoodo of Gmunden,
on that lofty pass which encircles the
mountain like a chain, and stretches
from Tegernsee toward Miesbach. When
the housewife came to the door she rec
ognized the outlaw at once, but, con-
cealed her alarm, she treated him as a
poor traveller, and asked him into the
house. Meanwhile her husband called
in the neighbors to hisassistance. Silent
ly they crept through the back door into
the stable, and consulted how best to
oyerpower the unfortunate Franzl. No
one had courage enough to volunteer,
and murmuxs arose of "'Dead or alive,
says the writ; how would it do to shoot
him down2"
soldier, capital shot, who had left his
regiment but few days before. He
Judged the case according to martial law,
would be paid for killing, not capturing
the accused. He's sure to kill some
one else if he lives any longer" thought
the young warrior to himself, $50 I'd
better put him out of the way at once"
"My double barreled gun hangs be-
hind the stove," whispered the master of
the house, and breathless silence ensued.
Meanwhile Franzl had finished his
dinner, and prepared to take leave.
" God bless you I" he exclaimed to his
hostess; "and, if you are asked who
your guest was, you can say it was the
Wiesbauer roguel"
With these words he left the house,
but slight figure slipped in from the
other door, wearing the blue soldiers
cap. Noiselessly he took down the
weapon, and hid it beneath the window
sill. Then the little lattice opened soft
ly, and a voice cried: 6" Not so fast,
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