The Democratic press. [volume] (Ravenna, O. [Ohio]) 1868-1901, 1877-01-04
THE OUTLAWS DAUGHTER.
BY WM. II. BUSHNELL.

tciI you L won l
won't? Do you know who you are
talking TOP
Don't L? Father! And s pretty
one you are. l have sold myself to
the flames of hell already for your
sake, and tell you am not going tc
stain my hands with blood!
Blood! Bah! who wants you to !?
But you want me to entice him
here so that you can murder him, and
1 won't!' said the speaker, girl o.
twenty, coarse, and yet pretty of fea'
ture, of dark, waving hair, and fash
ing eyes, turned hastily away.
But the strong arm of the brutal
man-one we'll known on the Red
River as enc of the most desperate
Observation-Disclosures her, and impious
and burning words were breathed
threateningly in her ear.
sLook here, beauty! 1t won't do fol
you to put on airs with me. You
know me, and know nothing stops
me; so if you don't get that man here
it will be worse for you. lie has gold
and want it,
'Rob him, then, who cares? But
you don't make fool Of me to lure
him TO be murdered
Mighty good you are getting to be,
amt you.?'
Il sold myself to sin and shame. l
became the mistress of man hated (;
hated as you do anything good or de-
cent; that you might make him pay
smart money. Now l am. Grea,
God, it is enough to make me mad
when think of it.
'Don't think of it then, you fool,
was the brutal reply.
The man took my part-was kind
to me once when the outraged people
of the settlement would have turned
me adrift at midnight in an open boat,
with tied hands, and without a chance
for life; and by Heavens I will not
betray him, even if die for it,
so you love his baby face, miss.
Youa-'
Better not let your lips call me that
name! am fast becoming desperate.
So beware!' -
GO long; you're drunk, and don't
know what you are talking about
'DontI? You think I'll play the
part of that cursed thing you just CALL
ed me. and so get him into your pow
er. But if do may be-
'You can talk ct enough to him
when you have a.d'nd
'That's none o, your business, any,
how
'Ain't it? I'll teach you, you jade
Either you do as want you, or. by
Heaven, III murder you first and then
tie you to bis carcass to rot! Do YOU
hesr?'
Better not tempt me too far. new
err did a good deed defore in my life
since you in the very days of my
childhood trained me TO crime: and
by the God above, III not be driven
from it now
How strange that she, a sin-sold
one, should couple with and enforce
by all oath deed upon which angels
would look lovingly down! All
when womanhood blisters and pol
lutes her lips by taking Gods holy
name i'll vain, how deep, damning,
never to be repented of, must be the
depths into which she has fallen.
Passing from tie house, Dick Ev-
arts, the outlaw, fastened to the river
bank, jumped into boat, and pulled
down the river. A short distance
brought him to cabin, where, secur-
ing his boat, he entered, finding three
rough men-outcasts, counterteiters,
murdcrers, like himself-busily en-
gagged in the purely Western game of
euchre.
Well, Dick was the salutation he
received from one of the number,
how about your daughtcr?'
No daughter of mine! Bad as ]
am, l never could bring myself to act
so like devil to my own flesh and
blood!'
well, don't get too pious. But
about the gal:'
'SIe won't do it, that's ALL
Then that game is played out
Not yet--the mink
But she'll blow on u.s.
If she gets a chance, which I'll
take good care she don't. One Of you
must watch this yoHng sprig she has
fallen in love with, and l'il-what in
Setan's name is that?'
A ringing, CHEEKY lan9h burst upor
their ears as they sprang to the door
and saw the supposed daughter o
Evarts padding across the stream il
one boat, canoe, or "dug out" rather
and towing another, thus completel,
cutting off all chance of their follow
ing.
'Ha! ha!' she shouted. 'I'll be stoo
pigeon for You! Follow me if yo,