The Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1868-1895, 1885-11-11
AN ACTORS. STORY.
Related by JOHN COLEMAN
CHAPTER XIV. CONTINUED.

Strathmines is about six miles from
Aberdeen, but that was nothing to Willie
30 he walked over one fine morning after
breakfast On arriving at the lodge he in
quired if the laird was aboutl The lodge
keeper replied:
He is gone out to have a wee bit rabbit
shooting. You'll find him in the glen yon-
der, about a mile and bittock awa'."
A mile and a bittock means two good
English miles or more. Still it was all in
the days walk. At length Willie reached
the glen. As be entered at one end Deemp-
ster appeare at the other, with his gun and
his dog, pretty black pointer. As the two
men approached each other the dog cams
bounding forward, and licked Jamieson's
hand. The laird pulled himself up stif1y,
and growled out:
Now, then, what do you wanti'
Il want you, Daniel Deempster Do you
know meF'
''Oh, aye, 1 ken you well enough You're
the play-actor fellow that was at the funeral
the other day; but you're no in the kirk
yard the moo, you're trespassing on my
grounds SC you'd better make yourself
scarce"
mot till have settled my account with
you"
"Mei Is the fellow madr'
''Take care that you keep civil tongue
In your head, Mr.. Deempster, or it will be
the worse for you I've waited for this
two years or mora, but now the time has
come"
"Well, now that it has come, once more
ssk-What do you want with met
II want to tell you that when you gave
Donald Campbell that foul blow, out below
the hill by Dudbope Ferry. you murdered
two lives, and because the law can take no
coenizance OF your crime you think you can
escape with impunityl"
''Impunityr' roared Deempster; sis it
IMMUNITY to have taat baby faced block
head, with his great glittering eyes, his
white face, and fair hair streaked with
blood, standing by my bed and board by
day and night But there-clear out, or
Pn riddle your hide with buckshotl You
wors'ts Then, by" and with this word he
lifted his gun and let fly at Willie.
Fortunately, his eye was quicker than the
others hand, and he cast himself full length
on the grass as the charge flew harmlessly
over him. The next instant be was at mis-
wouId-be assassin's throat. had snatched the
rifle from him, smashed the stock and bar
rel over his knee and hurled it hundred
PAGES away.
The pointer stood still and trembled
Then the tragedian said, in stern, quiet
voice:
'T don't wish to have blood on my soul
not even the blood of such a skunk as you
are But am going to thrash you as long
as can stand over you. So put up your
hands, and don't let me take you at disad-
vantage
'You take me at disadv antage-your'
''Don't talk, but put up your hands, i tell
you"
And the two men went at it hammer and
tongs. Deempster had met bis match for
the first time in his life, ana in a quarter Of
an hour he lay on his back. beaten within
an inch OF his life
The poor little pointer perceived ga
divided duty" he came and snarlei at the
victor as if going to bite him, then appar-
emily he altered bis mind, and licked his
hand After that he went over to his mas
ter and licked the beaten giants face.
Without another word Jameson turned
his back and strobe over to the lodge.
When he got there he said to the woman:
"Your master has been b3dly beaten, and
wants assistance. You viii find him lying
in the glen out yonder."
Then he walked back to Aberdeen, mutt
earfn0.