Clarksville weekly chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1873-1890, 1877-07-28

hour-no, not haitian hour! Ifyour
husband was"
ooh, for the love of Heaven, sir"
gasped the poor woman, clasping
her hands again, edo not speak of
him! He has gone to meet his God,
and he has suffered enough"
''P0Oh 20 uttered the unfeeling
wretch. "What do you mean by
that? 1 say your husband brought
We down to this by his own acts
and dye suppose Pm goin' to sup
port We, when the town stands ready
to take We? No, no! Now, out We
go! Youean 90 now as well as ever.
/ must have, and | will have it I!
Ye owe me for two months rent
now, and of course I'll never get it !;
but We won't owe me any more.
I've let We stay here just long en-
ough-now novel"
The woman bowed her head and
burst into tears.
soho, ye're comm to that, eh =?
Here, Crow, take her up and carry
her out. Put her on to yer sled, if
she can't walk; perhaps We'll get a
sleigh when we get up to the house.
Take her right out. It's comm 20
a pretty pass when a man can't have
his own hOuSe-and after two
months notice at that :"
Paul Lavere had been standing
all this time by the door, where he
| had gone TO let the visitors in, and
his frame had been shaken by emo
/ tiOns such as he had never before
experienced. More than once he
had been on the point of taking the
tongs and springing at the monster,
but a sense of his own weakness
withheld him. But he could bear
no more. When those last words
dropped from NOtwOrth's lips, he
moved quickly to the other door
and snatched down the old musket.
He drew back the hammer, and the
sharp click arrested the landlords
attention.
"Stand back ?" the boy cried,
! bringing the piece to his shoulder
and aiming it. LAY hand on my
mother and I'll shoot you as sure as
there is a God in heaven! My gun
is loaded, sir. l loaded it in hopes
to shoot a duck for my mother.
Don't touch her! In Heavens name
don't. would not have your blood
on my hands; but l do not lie J"
The boy was as pale as ashes, but
not a nerve in his body trembled
! His large dark eyes were burning
with a fearful intensity, and his lips
were compressed until the prints Of
the teeth within were plainly to be
seen.
OF course a man with such feelings
as NotwOrth displayed could bt
nothing but a coward. His mar
Crow fell back in a moment, for hC
saw too plainly the meaning of the
boys face.
"Put down that gun ~ gasped thu
landlord.
"Not until you have left the house
sir" replied Paul, in hushed tone
"I.eave us now, and ] will make
some arrangement for new home
but place your hand on my mother
and you die"
Of course the wretch stOrmed, anC
/, swOre; but he dared not tempt thu
boy, who looked on him so strangely
F'Well, Crow" he said, at length
after he found that his coarse threats
had no effect, tive will 90 now, anC
, when we return again We'll have
them with us as will have the Law
in their hands"
ooh, mother, you do not blam,
me?" cried Paul, springing to hi
his parents side after the men haC
gone.
''NO, no, Paul." the widow re
turned, gazing with pride on he
noble boy, 81 cannot blame you
but l fear they will do something
now"
Fear not on thataccount, mother
When / took down your father
gun had another resolution formet
Z in my soul. Wait, for [ will tr,
one more thing for aid. l will TT.
: the assembled christianity Of tn
| town."