The Russellville Democrat. [volume] (Russellville, Ark.) 1875-1898, 1889-06-06

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Gil the hungry mouths nv their chill
dren as best they kin, an sent EN- to o
Twin death fer half NV their liveslH
The stern-faced men seemed TO
grasp their rifles more firmly
Il reckon YOU know what punish
ment sech traitors as you git who sell
mems lives fer little money Robbed
EN- NV half NV their lives on this yere
yearth beca'se they made little CON
into juice, stead NV meal!n
.'Yes; / known answered ShaEpley.
You'll murder mer'
ut h'ain't murder to rid the yearth
Nv sneakin houn' Nv spy. It's
F."
"But, I'm not guilty." Sharpley in.
terrupted, desperately. Indeed, ]
did not give the information.
Don't lie. Sharply! The news that
little Sol Bender got in town was
straight You gave the boys up,
an"
Mono! Not IL cried Sharpley,
in his desperation. cit was --"
"Who2" demanded old Jerry.
Jacks Hamlin!" cried the wretched
prisoner, as last resort
You are liar!" roared old Jerry.
| Jacks Hamlin--"
lis theguilty mani" uttered steady
voice.
A little squad OF men who had crept
noiselessly within hearing OF the small
group about the fire saw Hamlin stride
resolutely into the light. He strobe
TO where Sharpley was bound. A re-
volver was in his hand. and with it he
waved back old Jerry and his little
squad. Quickly drawing a knife, he
severed Sharpley's bonds.
There" he said. sternly, to the
girl who had followed into the light,
Il have saved him. Coco with the
man you love, and-and may God
bless your
Som chow, it almost seemed that la
the light of the great sacrifice he had
made, Jack Hamlin's unhandsome face
looked less ugly. The girl never once
looked at Sharpley, but kept her eyes
fixed on Hamlin's face. pale, stern and
ugly, and it somehow seemed to her
just then the noblest face in the world.
Come. HAMMER Sharpley said,
eagerly, bestowing scarce thought
upon the man WHO had saved his life
at the cost of the greatest sacrifice that
man can make. Come, I'll take
you out into the great world you want
ed to see, and"
Cor Hamlin Said $50 with the
man you love, while you can! L"
But / don't love him!n cried the
girl. II love your
"Hannie"
Then she was sobbing on his breast
and the ugly face was bent to her wild
hair, and Hamlin forgot Sharpley, for
got the desperate men he had dared;
and they, slow-witted always, had
stood open-mouthed and motionless
during the exciting moments that fol-
lowed his appee "ance.
Then. Sharpley turned to fee. The
next instant he was confronted by a
little squad OF men who appeard as
suddenly as il they had risen from the
earth.
Stop the leader cried, as old
Jerry's party closed their gaping
mouths and raised their brown rifles.
WHO air you?" demanded Pottle.
"I'll tell your cried Sharpley, in
terruptingly. They are United States
Marshal keenan, and his posse' And,
now that have such backing"
Our only business is with Sharp
ley" the marshal said, sternly. I'VE
have listened long enough to gather
the gist OF the story. In his capacity
of spy, Sharpley did good work in de-
livering the Riggs boys to justice.
The man who just saved his life had
not the most remote connection with
the matter"
1t seemed that Sharpley had re-
manned in the neighborhood on the
plea that he was on the scent of an
other Illicit distillery. Fearing that
he would be recalled before he could
accomplish his purpose, he sent in re-
ports that led the marshal to believe
that there was an important capture
all ready to be made. Hence the night
expedition.
Now, | have only to say" added
the marshal, that il there is still in
this neighborhood, that is matter to
be attended to at some other time.
Young woman" he said, addressing
Hannie, ''your last choice was wise
one, Sharpley, the contemplate
hound, is a married man, as ! happen
to know. The man whose arm is
around you | never saw before, but
he is hero, and--Stop there, Sharp
leyin
The spy had exhibited a desire to
escape.
I'VE will take him away with us,
added the marshall. And / shall
take pleasure, not only in discharging
him, but in kicking him soundly as
we'll"
After they were gone, old Jerry's
little squad stood motionless in their
tracks, their slow wits almost refusing
to grasp the situation.
wal" drawled old jerry, I'm jest
be bodasiously switched"
''Me, tool" agreed zach of his COM
rades, as they turned to go.
Hannie and Jacks were the last OF
the procession that made its slow way
through the dark timber, and the mans
arm was around the girls waist.
but, am afraid-won't you ever
regret this, little woman" Jacks
whispered.
"Nope!" said the girl, positively.
"Cause, you see, love you too wellr'
But, Fm-rm so ugly!"
mo you hain'tw denied the girl,
stoutly. You hain't, an you ort to
he ashamed a. Yourself To say so An