The Pascagoula democrat-star. (Pascagoula, Miss.) 1878-1920, 1878-09-27

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Frankfort. Bcauchamp readily
found Col. Sharpe at the Mansion
house. The Colonel recognized him
cordially. "I've come to Frankfort
to see you on important business"
and Beauchamp took him by the
arm, saying, "Let's take a walk"
They went to retired spot by
the river side. The bell at the
Mansion house rang tor supper.
Beauchamp turned upon Sharpe
with q nervous manner and eye
sparkling with anger. "DO you
remember the last words Miss
Cooke, whom you ruined, spoke to
you "
Sharpe stood as if transfixed.
81 am the avenger whom, in the
spirit of prophecy, she, the last
time you ever saw her, warned you
would right her wrongs"
Sharpe stood still, deigning no
reply.
"Will you fight duel with me P'
"My dear FRIEND" cringingly
spoke the attorney general, 81 can
not fight you on Miss Cookies ac-
count"
"Detend yourself, then, coward
and villain that you are" shrieked
Beauchamp, drawing an enormous
dirk.
~ have no weapon but pen
knite.'
Beauchamp threw him a Spanish
knife.
"My dear friend, cannot fight
you," still urged Sharpe.
"You Id villain, what do you
mean by that! That ,she is not
worthy you should fight her friend
and avengcrf"
il" My friend, | meant that | never
can fight the friend of that worthy,
injured lady. Had her brothers
murdered me, l would not have
raised my Inland to defend myself.
And if you are her husband, | can
never fight YOU"
81 am not her husband, but her
friend and avenger. She sent me
to take your life. Now, Id vii
lain, you shall die"
He raised his dagger. Sharpe
ran. Beauchamp seized him by the
collar. Sharpe fell upon his knees
and begged for his life.
"Take my property; my whole
estate is at your command; but,
oh, let me live" he cried.
Beauchamp released his hold,
slapped Sharpe's face, and kicked
him as he arose.
"Gct up, YOU coward, I'll public
ly horscwhip you tomorrow in the
street, You internal coward" he
said.
Bcauchamp meant to be as good
as his world. He procured Il horse
whip, and presuming that Sharpe,
surrounded by his friends, would
make a show Of resistance. provi-
ded himself with pistols, with
which to finish him. Sharpe felt
that
He who fights and runs away,
May live to fight another day.
SO before break of day he was on
his horse en- route for Bowling
Green. Beauchamp returned to
his home. Miss Cooke now re-
solved to take vengeance in her
own hands. Daily practiced with
pistols, till her aim became deadly.
She tried to lure Sharpe to her
house. He avoided her. Beauchamp
refrained from any further attempt
on Sharpe's life to give Miss Cooke
the opportunity she wished for. 1t
never came, and this desire to kill
herself gave to Sharpe many days
of life. In June 1924, Beauchamp
and Miss Cooke were married. And
then he claimed he had right to as
sassinate his wife's seducer. Sharpe
was now a candidate for the legis-
laturp, but his treatment of Miss
Cooke added to his unpopu,arity,
80 he announced that Miss Cookies
child was the offspring OF a negro.
He even produced a forged certif.
cate to substantiate this unheard of
villainy.
Beauchamp heard tho tale, and
resolved that Sharpe's hour had
now come. He repaired to Frank.
fort and, unable to obtain lodgings
at the hotels, passed the night with
Scott, the keeper of the penitentia.
ry. He retired early, and prepared
for the murderous deed. Instead
of shoes he put on yarn stockings.
He concealed his face in a red ban
dana handkerchief. He secreted a
long knife in his bosom. Stealthily
he crawled unObserved out of his
lodgings, and repaired noisely to
Sharpe's residence. Drawing his
dagger, he knocked three times.
Who's there :" cried Sharpe.
"Covington,' replied Beauchamp
(COvington was an intimate friend
of Sharpe's.)
The door opened, Sharpe appear
ed, and Beanchamp seized him BY
the throat. lie tried to escape.
Mrs. Sharpe appeared at rear
door.