Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1880-03-15

giving mercy.
We were soon at the door of an old,
broken down howell The noise of the
storm fortunately drowned that of our
footsteps, and we reached the door with
out giving alarm.
AS we stood there considering the
best means of gaining an entrances the
ruf6ans got into an alteration; and the
object of their heated discussion think
best not to record. The impatient Ja-
cobs did not stop to try the door, but
gave it kick that burst the rickety
thing from its hinges. | rushed in after
him, and found myself in an old room,
lit by tallow candle, that flickered as
if in perfect frenzy at the wind that beat
in through the cracks, and from under
the rotten floor.
Off in the opposite corner was crouch
ed in mortal terror beautiful girl, her
hair disheveled, and her upturned eyes
bathed in tears. In her despair, l could
see that she was -mutely appealing to
Heaven while the fends before her were
engaged in their diabolical confab re-
garding the lovely victim.
Jacobs had drawn his revolver, and
bidding me see to the man who was
nearest the girl, he presented his pistol
to him nearest the door whose size show
ed him to be one spoken of by my COM
panion. The fellow lifted his hand as
l passed, and | saw something glitter in
it, saw no more, but darted upon my
man as pistol flashed in the hand of
Jacobs. needed nothing, but, spring
ing forward, closed with the ruffian ap-
portioned me. He showed fight, but l
wss too quick for him, dealing him a
blow with my revolver, and sent him
reeling against the wall. In another
moment | had him against the window,
and my pistol presented to his head. As
l pressed him backward, however, the
time eaten woodwork gave way. and We
both fell into the yard amid the shatter-
ing of glass and curses of my opponent
The fellow did not wait to fight 1t out
longer, but tearing himself away, he
leaped to his feet and thinking me a
watchman, made off in the rain and
darkness with all speed.
l hastened in to the aid of Jacobs /;
but he had taken good care of himself.
| found the light blown out by the en-
trance of the wind through the shatter-
ed window, and Jacobs was ordering the
third ruffian to follow him. 1t seemed
he had shot the big fellow dead, and the
other-being the one wounded in the
squabble that occurred while We were in
the alley, was conquered without diff
Guilty.
can make the rest of my story short.
The girl SO providentially rescued from
a fate worse than death, was conducted
by US to the apothecary's and the meet
ing between mother and daughter, SC
ruthlessly sundered, and so unexpected.
ly restored to each others arms, | shall
not attempt to describe. | leave it to
the Imagination of the reader.
ALPHABET OF SHORT RULEs.-Attend
well to your business.
Be punctual in your payments.
Consider we'll before you promise.
Dare to do right
Envy no man.
Faithfully perform your duty.
Go not in the path of vice.
Have respect for your character.
In everything be just.
Judge mercifully of others faults.
Know thyself.
Lie not, for any consideration.
Make few acquaintance.
Never profess what you do not prac
tice.
Occupy your time in usefulness.
Postpone nothing you can do now.
Quarrel not with your neighbors.
Save something against a day of trou
BILE.
Treat everybody with kindness.
Use yourself to moderation.
Villify nobody's reputation.
Watchfully guard against idleness.
Examine your conduct carefully.
Yield to superior judgment.
Zealously pursue the right path.
THE THREE ONE-LEGGED JIMs.-Sergt
James E. Barnes, of Westport, who i
known as zone of the one-legged Jims,
at the request of commander McNail
related how the three Jims lost thei
three left legs at one and the same tim
and by one rebel she'll. Prefacing hi
remarks by stating that he was vetera
Of the 77th regiment New York Stat
volunteers, he added: "Well boys,
was down in a rifle pit before Peters
burgh, on the 2lst of June. 1864.-lot
of you remember the day-myself (Jir
Barnes,) Jim Lawrence and Jim Aller
all of company A, and from Westpor
had finished our coffee and were lyip
down smoking our pipes. My head wa
supported by my arm, which rested o