The Emporia news. [volume] (Emporia, Kan.) 1859-1881, 1878-01-11
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lightning had become more frequent
and more binding.
For awhile the two horsemen rode
on in silence, the guide keeping up his
directions to the letter, while his fol-
lower watched mis- every movement as
cat would watch mouse.
SuddeRly the guide stopped and
looked behind him. Again he heard
the click of the strangers pistol and
saw his uplifted arm.
Have mercy, meinheer, he groaned,
1 dare not go on.
give you three seconds to go on, re-
piled the stranger, sternly. Onel
In Heavens name, spare, implored
the guide, almost overpnwered with
fear, look before me in the road, and
you will not blame me.
The stranger looked. At first he
saw something white standing motion
less in the center of the road, but pres
emily a flash of lightning lit up the
scene, and he saw that the white figure
was indeed CHASTITY and frightful
enough looking to chill the blood in
the veins of even the bravest man. If
his blood chilled for a moment, there
fore, iG was not through any fear that
he felt for his ghostly interpreter, for
the next instant he set his teeth hard,
while he whispered between them just
loud enough to be heard by his terror
stricken guide:
Be it man or devil ride it down
I'll follow. Twoi
With a cry of despair upon his lips
the guide urged his horse forward at
the top of his speed, quickly followed
by the stranger, who held his pistol
ready in his hand.
In another instant the guide would
kaaw
at that instant the report of pistol
rang through the dark forest, and the
stranger heard a horse gallop off thro'
the woods riderless.
Finding himself alone the stranger
raised his pistol, took deliberate aim at
the gohstly murderer, and pressed his
finger upon the trigger.
The apparition approached quickly.
but in no hostile attitude. The stran-
ger stayed his hand. At length the
ghost addressed him in a voice any
thing but sepulchral:
Here, Wilhelm, you move out of your
perch this minute and give me a help
ing hand, I've hit the game while on
the wing, haven't 1?
The stranger was nonplussed for a
moment, but recovering himself, he
grumbled something unintelligible and
leaped to the ground. One word to his
horse and the brave animal stood per-
fectly still. By the snow-white trap
pings on the wouldbe ghost he was
enabled to grope his way in the dark
toward that individual, whom he found
bending over a black mass, about the
size of a man, ON the road.
AS the tiger pounces upon his prey,
the stranger leaped upon the STOPPING
figure before him, and bore it to the
ground.
1 arrest you in the Kings name,
cried the stranger, grasping his prison
er by the throat and holding him tight
Stir hand or foot until 1 have you prop
erly secured, and I'll send your soul to
eternity.
This was such an unexpected turn OF
affairs that the would-be ghost could
| hardly believe his own senses, and was
haudcuffed and stripped of his dagger
and pistol before he found time to
speak.
Are you not my Wilhelm? he gasp
ed.
No, landlord, replied the individual
addressed, am not. But am an off,
Ger of the King, at your service, on
special duty, to do what I have to-
night accomplished. Your precious
son Wilhelm, whom you thought was
leading an innocent sheep to the slaugh-
ter, lies in the road, killed by his faith
er's hand.
Two weeks later, at Bruchsale Pris-
on, in Baden, the landlord of the sigr
of the Deer and the Ghost of the Rob.
Der of the Black Forest, who was the
same Identical person, having beer
proven guilty of numerous fiendisl
murders and artfully contrived robbie
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the Black Forest, paid the penalty o
his crimes by letting fall his head from
the executioner's axe, since when trav
cling through SchwartzwalJ has no
been so perilous to life and purse, no
has there been seen any GhostlN
Knight of the Road in that section o
the world.