The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1890-07-18

ton when these events occurred, and, at
the solicitations Of the citizens, he agreed
70 grant Terry and his companions amnesty
and protection il they would return and
make personal surrender to him.
Once more the hunted man turned his
horse toward home, and as the three men
cantered ieisurely along they passed a
detachment in camp near the city. A
colored boy, who stood in the road, recog
nlzed them, and as soon as they had passed
he ran to the officer in charge, exclaiming,
"Marse Stockwell Terry is done gwine by
just now T.
STRANGELY ENOUGH
the officer TO whom this information was
given was a lieutenant of the company to
which the man whom Terry had shot
belonged. He was in his saddle in an instant,
and rode away followed by squad of ten
men. Hearing the sound of horses behind
them the three confederates turned around,
and Terry instinctively guessed what was
in the air.
"Tney are coming for me, boys" he said
TO his companion, land this time guess the
jig is up. 1t is folly for you TO get into
further trouble on my account, so 60 on and
| will slow no and sniff for myself"
This they declined to do. A few moments
later the Lieutenant overlook them some
what in advance of his men.
(which of you is Stockwell Terrym he
demanded, drawing his saore. In the haste
of mounting neither he nor his men had
taken anything but their side arms with
them. Terry's quick eye caught onto this
fact.
81 am" said he, laying his rev Oliver across
his saddle.
Then you are my prisonerw
Hold onp and now the revolver covered
the officers heart. 81 am travelling under
safe conduct from Gen. Curtis to sur
render myself. Make any effort to arrest
me, or give any such order to your men
and / will shoot you out of your saddle
Just for the present you are my prisoner, so
move along with US and order the men to
keep up respectful distance"
The look of desperation in the eyes of the
hunted man convinced the officer that his
was no idle threat, and the utter helpless
ness of himself and his men, with no
weapons but their swords, led him to decide
that discretion was the better part of valor.
So this strange procession of the captive
captor and his men wended its way into
Lynchburg. Outside the provost's office
Terry dismounted, and as he did the other
seized the bride of his horse and again
called on him to surrender, but Terry once
more drew his revolver, and this time com
PEELED the lieutenant to get off his horse
and march before him into Gen. Curtis
| presence.
He was granted amnesty, and soon after
| ward married the girl of his heart, whose
ready wit had saved his life. He is now
the prosperous proprietor Of the leading
hotel in Lynchburg.
And now comes an interesting sequel to
this odd story.
| Three or four years ago travelling agent
of some Chicago house arrived at the Nor
vell-Arlington and proceeded to register
Terry stood at the desk and eyed the
stranger closely as he wrote his name, and
as the latter laid down the pen the landlord
inquired:
Didn't you bring any baggageT'
| YES" was the reply. otis coming on
| the wagon"
"Al right, sir" rejoined Terry, "pm glad
to hear that, for you are going to stay here
for week at least, and as much longer as
you will"
Pardon me, p" remarked the stranger, in
mild protest, 'but 1 must leave tomorrow
night"
But / say you won't, and now you had
best sit down Immediately and telegraph
your people that you will be detained in
| Lynchburg a month. Great Scott. sir, Ii
meet you before died and make repsra-
ton, as far as possible, for a scurvy trick ]
| played on you once; and, remember, while
you are here. this house and anything in il
is at your disposal
The now thoroughly astonished drummer
protested that there must be some mistake.
and declared that the landlord owed him no
obligation.
Eyes, 1 do" persisted Terry. 81 thought
it was you the minute yoI came in the door,
although it is over twenty years since the
morning l gave you that cold bluff and the
greatest fright, I'll wager, you ever had
since you were born. But am not surprised
you don't recognize the beardless youth OF
10, who marched you before Gen. Curtis at
the point of my pistol. Lieutenant, am
your old acquaintance, Stockwell Terry, at
your service
"The devil you are"
That Terry had his way in this matter is
needless to say. 1t was weeks before his
guest was allowed to escape the Inequalities
which were showered upon him by the hotel
keeper and his friends. and whenever in the
round Of business that drummer strikes
Lynchburg, his whilom enemy takes him in
hand, and relaxes in no effort to make it III.
teresting for him. w. F. KENNEDY.
| DOWN ON THE NAIL.