The Penn's Grove record., 1883-11-17
Guys Revenge.

mingled its waters with the Mississippi.
| His age might have been thirty years.
, His companion was a large dog,
! In the settlement he was known by
the title Of Guy Greenman.
He and his young wife dwelt a little
} apart from the settlement, about half
a mile from their nearest neighbors.
Many had thought that they ran
considerable risk from the savages;
but this idea they did not entertain.
The savages had been at peace with the
whites for a long time, and they felt
they had nothing to fear from them.
They had fed to this spot to escape the
prosecutions of a white man. and they
felt that the redskins could not be worse
than he.
A villain had once sued for the hand
of the young wife and he had been re-
ected; he swore vengeance and they
had fed to this quiet retreat. For a
year they had lived hearing naught
from their old enemy.
But let us return and follow the hun
ter who, with his dog, was hurryIng
homeward.
swell, Swiftfoot, we shall be there
shortly" said the hunter. Do you
think your mistress will be glad to see
us tonight"
The dog looked up into the face of its
master, giving an answer in the affirma-
tive as plainly as words could have done.
Suddenly, just as an opening in the trees,
far ahead, vas discerned, the dog, who
was in advance, paused, with his head
raised aloft, and seemed to be shifting
the air.
what is it, swiftfootP" said the
hunter.
The dog turned toward him and ut
tered a low howl. The blood seemed
turned to ice in the veins ofthe hunter.
Surely that howl was the forerunner of
danger to the n he loved 50 dearly.
Once more the animal gave utterance
to that same dismal howl, and then
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him. 1t was but a short time and he
was at the edge of the clearing. His
cabin staod as he had left it., but there
was no smoke curling from the chin
ney, indicating that the good wife was
preparing the evening meal.
With his heart oppressed he hurried
forward. The dog was there before
him bounding in at the open door, but
he was out again the next minute,
giving a fierce growl.
"Swiftfoot, where is your mistress?"
shouted the hunter, as a glance
showed him the empty cabin.
The dog gave no answer, but ran
round with his nose to the ground. A
minute later and he gave a bark; the
hunter hurried to the spot. There
were the footprints of savage feet, with
those of the one he loved. There was
also another that of a white man.
The trail led away to the forest. Their
old enemy had discovered them, and,
with the savages, had carried away his
wife into captivity.
For a moment he stood as if unable
to move. Then he raised his right
hand ana exclaimed; "This world is not
large enough for us both. Ralph San
ford shall diel"
With these words he fastened on
ward, following the dog, who kept the
trail. Thus they sped onward again
be too late to save his wife from the
villain who had her in his power? He
could only strain every nerve to the
uttermost.
The darkness gathered thicker, and
the two pursuers kept on their track.
1t was midnight at last. Not once had
the dog paused. Suddenly the hunter
beheld a light family glimmering
through the trees before him. His
heart gave a great bound. Swiftfoot
came hack and turned his eyes up to
his masters face. The hunter gently
patted him on the head, and then init
mated that he should now go behind
him. He at once obeyed, and they
moved onward.
Closer and closer they drew to the
spot from where the light came, and at
last two figures were revealed by the
light of the fire. at the sight OF one
(his wife) his heart gave a great throb
of delight; but it thrilled with rage
when he beheld the other. 1t was
Ralph Sanford. About them lay
stretched three savages whom Sanford
had hired to help i'll carrying out his
infamous scheme. The hunter was so
near them that the voice Of the villain
came to his ears, so that he did not
lose a word of the conversation.
"You are mine, Alice Greenman,
now and forever" he said,
He took a step toward her. |,
Back, villainl Touch me notl" she
cried. death would be far better
than a life with you'll Ny husband will
yet be avenged upon you for this out
rage"
Hardly had thees words left her lips
before the sharp report of a rifle rang !
through the forest; and, falling at her .
feet with a bullet through his heart, /
Ralph Sanford's soul was sent before I
his maker. l
The savages jumped to their feet,
but the hunter and Swiftfoot dashed in /
among them. With the butt of his /
rifle Greenman struck one of them TO
the ground, while the dog caught a
mother by the threat. The third sprang 4
away and was soon swallowed up in the d
gloom of the forest.
A moment more and the husband !
and wife were clasped in each others
arms, their hearts filled with joy at the +,