Crawford avalanche. (Grayling, Mich.) 1879-19??, 1889-08-01
his fine blue eyes q he Kissed through

his clencneu beetu
"Aye, Villains, you may well trem-
bic, for the Ave- ger Is on yotir track:
The chase has commenced, and will
follow you to the end of the earth. L
will meyer cease until the innocent Is
saved and have dragged your vile
The detective felt powerful grasp
on his collar and pants, and he was
hurled through the mir, with terrific,
RELENTLESS force. His iron nerve avail
ed him naught against the powerful
enemy who had caught him In that
terrible grasp, and as he was hurled
violently to the earth cry escaped
him, a terrible wall, so loud and de-
sparing thatit must have made "Bleary-
Eyed Bill" turn green with envy.
All the tom-cats in the neighbor-
hood, with cries of dismay, and tails
standing in the air, sought more con-
genial climes; a frightful din came
from the hen-house, and, horrible to
relate, there were sounds of surprised
exclamations from within the residence
Of Tommy Graves. The whole family
ttrned out TO see what was wrong,
While the abashed detective heard Miss
Grace herself exclaim, in voice OF
mingled horror and disgust:
"Why, grandfather, was that ugly
little rag-muffin trying to break into
the store?"
Some conversation among thogo as
sembled followed, but the detective
heard it not. His great mind was
dazed and bewildered, his iron nerve
crushed
Presently the detectives father ap-
preached him and seized an ear. The
gentleman before mentioned did the
same, and together they dragged him
homeward with cruel, relentless force.
Yet. in spite of all his reverse3, the
indomitable spirit OF the detective was
not entirely broken. He still retained
possession of his terrible weapon, and
he managed to draw it forth, at the
same time exclaimjng, mechanically
Halt, villains! I've got you COW
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But at the same instant an extra
jerk on the ear, propelled by his
father, sent the weapon spinning from
his hand. As it struck the ground it
exploded, the improvised cylinder-pin
at the same time flying in one direc-
tion, the cylinder in another, and the
revolver in third, while the hammer,
loosened by some internal convulsion,
ratified helplessly in its place.
"Eh! What does this mean? The lit.
tie rascal has got a gunl" exclaimed
the father, and he gathered up the re-
volver and carefully deposited it in his
pocket. Again, with meaning light
In his eye, lie seized the detectives arm
and the latter was marched on in grin
silence. The paternal abode was
reached, the gentleman friend bade
them good night, and the detective was
left alone with his father.
But the look ON the latter's face only
became more stern and determined
his grasp firmer and moro relentless.
As he dragged sold Thunderbolt,
hopeless and dispirited, into the house
he cried, In voice of thunder:
Maria Jane, where is the paddle ?
Maria Jane brought that implemen
of torture with alacrity. 1t was al
ugly looking weapon, fully three fee
, long, and the blade at least six inches
wide.
"Old Thunderbolt" was led to hi
room il the same manner as before
and his father took chair. Knowing
well what was coming, the detectiv
uttered n despairing cry.
A malicious, almost fiendish smile
PLAYED fo9 an instant over the face o
the stern parent. Then the detectiv
was again caught up by the collar an'
pants and thrown across his knee, fac
down. The bludgeon was raised, poise'
for an instant in the air, and
Over the narrowing scene that fol
lowed we gently draw the veil