Wessington Springs herald. (Wessington Springs, Aurora County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1891, 1889-08-23
his fine blue eyes as he Kissed through

his fine blue eyes as he hlSSed through
his clenched teeth :.
"Aye, villains, you may we'll trem-
bic, for the 'Avenger' is on your track.
The chase has. commenced, and will
follow you to the end OF the earth. [
will never 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 air, 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, 9 terrible wall. so loud and de-
sparing thatit must have made "Bleary-
Eyed Bill" turn green with envy.
hood, with cries of dismay, and tails
standing in the air, sought more con-
genial climes; frightful din came
from the hen-house, and, horrible to
relate, there were sounds of surprised
ordinations from within the residence
of Tommy Graves. The whole family
turned 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-mutfin trying to break into
the store?"
Some conversation among those as
sembled followed, but the detective
heard it not. His great mind was
dazed and bewildered, his iron nerve
crushed.
Presently the detectives father APP
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 reverses, 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 exclaiming, mechanically:
Halt, villains! I've got you Gov
ered!"
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-
ton, the cylinder in another, and the
revolver in third, while the hammer,
loosened by some internal convulsion,
ratified helplessly in it's place.
"Eh! What does this mean? The lit
tie rascal has got gun!" exclaimed
the father, and he gathered up the re-
volver and carefully deposited it in his
pocket. Again, with meaning light
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and the latter was marched on in grim
silence. The paternal abode was
reached, the gentleman friend babe
them goodnight, 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 more relentless.
AS he dragged cold Thunderbolt,
hopeless and dispirited, into the house,
he cried, in voice of thunder:
Maria Jane, where is the paddle 2"
Maria Jane brought that implement
of torture with alacrity It was an
ugly-loolling weapon, fully three feet
long, and the blade at least six inches
wide.
"Old Thunderbolt" was led to his
room in the same manner as before
and his father took chair Knowing
well what was coming, the detective
uttered despairing cry.
A malicious, almost fendish smile
played for an instant over the face of
the stern parent. Then the detective
was again caught up by the collar and
pants and thrown across his knee, face
down. The bludgeon was raised, poised
for an instant in the air, and
Over the narrowing scene that fol-
lowed we gently draw the veil