Audubon County Republican. [volume] (Audubon, Audubon Co., Iowa) 1885-1894, 1886-06-03

that Colonel Dalton should accompany
them home and pay them visit. but ht
had politely begged of, promising him
self the pleasure at another time.
He glanced uneasily at the cortege
Tom and D'Aumale were mounted az
outriders, but Tom was almost an inva
lid. The coachman was stupid yellow
boy. and altogether the party seemed
alarmingly defenseless to Colonel Dali
ton. He spoke earnestly to Tom about
the danger from marauding bands, and
the necessity of keeping a close watch
on so wild and dangerous a road.
"What are you two looking so SOL
emn about?" called Camille from the
carriage.
Colonel Dalton has just warned me
of danger that had not occurred to
me-" answered her brother. '.The
country is full of poor devils let loose
from the army, and this might be a
rather tempting affair to them" and
he glanced obviously at the carriage.
"Pshaw!' cried Camille, ''they would
never modest true Southern family.
Besides, we are strong enough in any
case"
Certainly, Miss Camille" simpered
D'Aumale. Il will defend you with
my life. Our Northern friend is too
apprehensive."
So with gay good-bys they swept of,
and were soon out of sight.
Colonel Dalton took a stroll, then
threw away an hour at billiards, and
then precipitately ordered his horse,
strapped on two six-shooters and gal
loped off across the country with his
mind full of Camille. He said to him
self that he would follow and see that
no i'll bcfell her. She would PROBABLY
never know it, and it conld do no
harm. He rode till the sun dipped low
behind the Western hills, and then he
bent his head and listened a moment
His hearing was as acute as an In
dams. He dashed the spurs into his
horses TANKS. The sensitive creature
bounded forward with a snort, almost
flew around the over-hanging bluffs.
plunged madly through the creek and
up the opposite bank.
There the Vaughn carriage lay over
turped poor Tom was stretched sense
less on the ground, five murderous-
looking villains were gathering up the
valuablcs of the party and rihing the
trunks, which they had broken, while
Camille was screaming and struggling
in the grasp of one of the ruffians.
Unobserved amid the general melee
and in tho gathering twilight, Dalton
was dismounted and among them in a
moment. To knock down Camille's
assailant with the butt of his revolver
was the work of an instant; then, taking
deliberate aim, he fired at the apparent
leader Of the gang, who fell with a loud
curse. The rest, thinking that an
armed band had fallen upon them.
sprang to their horses. Dalton dropped
another of the miscreants as they dart
ell off pell-mell into the woods, firing
back harmless volley into the air.
The man whom he had stunned with
the blow from his revolver was now
reviving.
Here, Sam" shouted Dalton, to the
coachman, who had been roaring and
kicking on the grass, bring a rope and
help me to bind this fellow"
Having discovered that the others
were too badly disabled to escape Dali
ton turned his attention TO the suffer-
ers. Mrs. Vaughn was just recovering
from faint in Estelle's arms. Camille
had gone to the assistance of Tom, who
was now rising, dazed and confused,
from blow on the head. D'Aumale,
who had been helpless during the whole
encounter, was recovering his courage
as best he could.
by heavens, old fellow" cried Tom;
what good angel ever sent you here?
We owe you everything"
Mrs. Vaughn and Estelle blessed
their PreServcr with hysterical tears,
but Camille went to him timidly and
gave him her hand. Thank God for
the courage of the Yankee soldier
she said. And Charley Dalton's cheek
flushed as he pressed the little hand
and whispered:
at was nothing; it was for you"
1t was only few miles from home.
The carriage was righted, and they
were soon safe in the rambling old
mansion.
The prisoners We're handed over to
justice, and their consequent revela-
tons were the means of breaking up a
formidable band of desperadoes.
Southern chivalry is at a discount"
laughed Camille as they were in the
library on that eventful night" though
poor Tom was doing his best till he got
that unlucky thump."
D'Aumalc blushed, and looked as if
he wished he had been the recipient of
the thump instead of Tom.
But Camille turned to Dalton and
said gravely:
Colonel before these witnesses !
want to ask your pardon for saying that
Yankees are all towards. / am only
poor, foolish girl, but I want to be
just
The tears stood in Eer beautiful eyes.
1--WE will give truce to war;" said
Charley Dalton, smiling; "bpt l would
like hostage from the enemy"
Camille met his eyes, trimming with
tender devotion, and with a bright blush
she put both her hands in his.
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