Waterbury evening Democrat., 1889-11-16
SAVED HER FATHER.
How . Brave Girl Put to Shame Ftty
 Blood-Thirsty Guerrillas.

Blood-Thirsty tuerriilas.
 Tho neighborhood of Union Depot, Tenn, was distracted with feudal troubles during tue war, says correspondent of the Phila- delphia Inquirer. Colonels Snap, Ledhetter and Leith, of the Confederate forces, with their partisan bands, ravaged the country from ono end to tho other, and were met with storn resistance by tho Union Home guards. At tho beginning of tho hostill- ties the bridge across the Halston, above Union Depot, was fixed upon for destruc- ton by tho Confederate officials.
 A band of men under Colonel Ledhetter was sent up from Knoxville to fire the structure. They arrived in the town just after sunset, and proceeding to the bridge found it guarded by two men. One of these guards ran away when the Confederates be- gan to smear tho bridge with coal oil, but tho other remained, and, shotgun in hand, opposed the marauders. AS they advanced he retreated, fighting them step by stop, and several of the xuerrill.s, shot dead, fell from tho bridge into the turbulent stream and wore carried on down toward the Tennessee.
 Finally tho brave defender was overtaken | and one of tho Confedorates, who knew him, cried out with nusket cooked and pre- sented to his heart:
 "Surrender, or you are dead man"
 "Never," cried the watchman, and he dis charged his shotgun full at tho advancing s | mans heart.
 The Confederate fen upon tho ties, and his body, resting for . nemenk finally tumbled into ths rivsr below. Inc burly watchman's gun vss empty and he had shot | away all of hfs ammunition. He clubbed | his gun, and in tho lurid light, already liar l ing about him from the fired bridge, he | faced his enemies, rcsolute, defiant to tho last. They rushed upon him and he was overpowered. His gun was wrested from his hands, and a stout rope was wound about his body, fast fnclosinx his arms. leader.
 ':He should hang! Hang htmp' echoed l the chorus.
 l 'To the cedar grove i" was the order, and 1 those grim guerrillas, with tho bound watchman in their midsN marched bach across the bridge, now sheet of flame, and through the town, to dense grove oi cedars on the ridge beyond.
 Hero they halted, and the leader of the band, addressing the prisoner, said:
 Its the verdict of the crowd that you be hanged. Have you any thing to sayr'
 ''Nothing!" was the defiant answer. "Yo, arc whelps and l am Union man. D, 1 your worst"
 "String him up!' ordered the leader, ant a rope was produced and knotted about thu patriots neck.
 He was allowed a minute for prayer, ant his white lips were inaudibly voicing las petition to tho great Father, when a slen der, eirlish figure, attired in snowy white burst through the grim throng md threv her arms around the doomed mans neck.
 With nervous fingers she undid the moose and, forcing the storn-visaged crow aside, cried out in daughterly indignation
 "For shame! You are fifty to one, an you would commit murder. This is my ia ther. If you hang him you shall hang m alsc.n
 The guerrillas were Gbashed at this bol defense, end for a time said nathing. Final ly one man spoke, and he evidently voice the sentiments of his fellows, for his word were wildly cheered.
 ''Now," said he, 'let's adjourn. Jeff Davi Is q free man."
 "Ayel aye!' was the answer, and the slunl1 away, leaving father and daughter t make their way back to the little towr which now was photographed against tn sky's background by the lurid glare of tn burning bridge.
 Father and daughter still live in Unio Depot, and every night tho brave girl, nov a matron with children about her knee: gathers up her two bright tin buckets an Journeys to the spring below the tow! chatting gayly with her neighbor women.