The anti-monopolist. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1874-1878, 1878-01-03
The Anti-AGonopo1ist.
There was q flash of ven

lore sue lAAttO AucsS WAS HASH Oh Ve0-
geance in the dark eyes OF the partisan
girl while she gazed pom the party be-
yond the threshold. WOnce or twice she
raised the weapon, but lowered it again,
as if playing with the life of the the leader
Of the six, whose burly form was revealed
by the light of the fire.
She saw the fowls, smoking and we'll
burned, placed ON the table, and watched
the greedy men crowd around for tier
shares. Their tongues and movements
told her that stolen liquor was doing its
accustomed work on all save the giant,
who had 81 Derintended the cooking Of
the late rcpast. This man appeared per-
tectly sober, and the angry giances which
he often cast ut his companions told that
he did not sanction their bacchanalian
conduct.
'sCome! enough of this" he suddenly
cried. rising from the table. which had
been dragged to the center of the room.
Get up, boys, and let's be going. told
you at Wiley's that you had wine enough,
but you must bring some here and drink
yourselves stupid. Tom Scott, and YOU
Blakeson, am ashamed of you! What
would we do if gang of rebels should
catch US in this condition. You undt r
stand the mercy we would get, and yet
you sit there rs careless as statues-drunk
AS old Bacchus hirnselfr'
Then An expression of contempt passed
over the man y face, and, STOPPING, he ex-
claimed:
Cup. up! the rebels are coming"
R,,t his ~ ol~r,~, 1iJ Mt
much life into the men at the table. One
or two heads we're raised, but the drunk
en- leer that made their faces hideous was
enough to provoke smile, even from the
mad tory.
"Men!" he sneered, contemptuously
Dogs! every one Ut you. I've mind to
ide down to the Pacoiet swamp and tell
rebels hiding there that the men they
hate are in their power. have thought
that commanded men, not drunkards y
and he struck the table with the but Of
his pistol, but could not rouse his stupid
followers.
The next moment. with an oath on his
lips, he stood to the door, which he jcrked
open, and stepped upon the porch.
Curse such dogs as lead he hisscd
. l suppose must lead the horses I'D. and
tie each fool in the saddle"
He was stepping from the porch for
the purpose Of attending t. the horses
which he supposed were sill tetlered to
the trees, when form ruse before him
and he started back with gasp ofterror.
Who in the mischief
'Alice Beauchampe," was the inter
ruption of the apparition. The daught-
cr OF. the old man basely murdered by
your hands! Down upon thy miserable
knees, Godfrey Lang, and beg FOR the
mercy you have never granted Others
Down. l say"
Perhaps the shadows Of the window
sash did not permit him to see pistol
that was cIutched in the hand OF the
fearless girl, else his rashness might have
been curbed
"kneel to youl Never" he cried
The weapon that he raised dropped be-
fore the flash that followed his last words
and with groan Of pain he staggered
back to drop dead among his drunken
comrades.
Alice Beauchampe, amazed at her own
courage, stood silent amidst the smoke OF
her own pistol. She saw the bacchanites
try to shake off their t.rpor at sight of
their stricken leader, and one rose to his
feet to fall rs soon as he needed support.
Now for the swamp" she cried with
triumph. and the next minute rushed
from the disgusting sight.
An hour passed away, and the drunken
tories began to recover: their chief. who
had dropped to the floor, seemed to sober
| them with his cold face and staring eyes,
and when they ha almost recovered their
scattered wits, the foe they dreaded was
upon them.
Alice Beauchampe's voice had fred the
hearts of patriot band for vengeance
On her way to the swamp she had en-
countered the patriots who had captured
one of the flying horses, and were follow
| ing the trail.
| The conflict between patriot and tory
was brief and almost bloodless.
The FIVE avengers were made prisoners.
and sued like towards for the mercy they
| had never granted to living being
| need not describe the scene that fol.
lowed. Suffice it to say tina. the trees in
| front of Alice Beauchanre's home bore
the strangest fruit that ever hung from
living limb.
/ !. The vengeance OF the patriots was
| terrible. and when the glorious sun rose
/ again. the dreaded men Of the lcveiv dis
trict had ceased 10 frightrn people.
Alice Beauchampc. whose courage had
led TO the determination Of the svenssne
hand. became the heroine of the day and
after the termination OF hostilitie-. wed
ded lieutenant of Marion's men. EeG
heroi. N is venerased. and her gallant cx
plot narrated daily by hundreds ot hel
descendants in the Palmetto Stat.
| 1t Is said that u statue os Diana
stone dear. made of plaster Of Paris