The Dalles daily chronicle. [volume] (The Dalles, Or.) 1890-1948, 1891-08-03

beneath an immense hood and pair of :
green spectacles, toward Nutting.
,sYes. madam. replied that worthy.
I've come Alright smart piece to see
ye. for ansold woman. Pm true grit.
am, but a-getting wore out. These yer
mountains are sight sleeper than they
was forty years ago." and she sighed.
But see here, I'm on business, am |
want to talk to ye. You don't know me.
reckon
81 cannot say that do said Nut
ting slowly
''I reckon not, as yenever'see me before.
l am Mrs Allen-Bethsheby Allen-and
my boy. he's Ruloff Allen. Ye hev heard
of him, mebbe?r and she paused and
gazed cunningly into her listeners face
Eyes. 1 know him." and the mans
brow darkened.
wall. now tell ye. 1t seems yer on
raid arter him to1norrer-ye see /
know thing or two-an' ye've got the
boy. badly cooped up this time, shore
Not but what he'll fight, and some on ye
may catch suthin besides moonshiners.
My boy is smart. he is, l tell ye, an he'll
tote ye round considerable afore ye
gather him in: but he's cooped all the
same, and I'm afeared yen catch him or
kill him. An I'm his nanny, ye know"
The old -hag paused and wiped her
eyes. She was woman even yet, and
Nutting's heart softened toward herr
! What can / do in this matter, Mrs.
! Ailen?" began the marshal. sYour son
4 is a.
Never mind what he is, you can save
him He's trapped, catched, cooped. But
he's my boy, an want ye to let him go.
Take his stills an his whisky-take every
thing. but let him go, an TIL give ye my
word-it's good; Bethsheby Allen never
brokeit yet-that in less than three days
we'll bel
Mrs Allen, that is impossible. I'll
try not to hurt your son. but capture him
I'must and SHALL
But if he should capture you. what
them
At these words the green glasses fell,
the hood was thrown back, the bent
form became straight, and before the
eyes of the dazed officer Rufoff Allen
himself stood. look of deadly hatred on
his face, heavy revolver in his out
stretched hand.
Silence relgned moment as the young
man gazed into the deadly tube before
him.
Il came here to give you one last
4 chance, and myself the sameT half
hissed the moonshiner. THAT chance
is lost to both of us. go back to the
mountains and outlawry-you retire
from active service. Can you praya If
so, do it now In three minutes shall
kill you"
Slowly Nutting's eyes ran about the
room. Escape was impossible-help
would not come. A single cry meant
instant death--he was lost! His heart
sank
Suddenly the butt of the old dueling
pistol came within the circle of his
vision. Cool as his would be murderer,
he turned to him and said. Twill you
let me smoke once moreS'
The fellow eyed him sharply.
Smoke? Yes. one cigar" he said at
length And lowering the muzzle of his
weapon. he thrust it into his pocket to
supply his victims wants.
II have some here" said Nutting and
like flash his hand shot upward to
ward the pigeonhole where lay the old
duehng pistol.
Down with7your hand" cried Allen.
It was too late There came sharp
and ringing report. single cry, dull
and sickening thud upon the floor, and
all was over.
II And, fhe moon, breaking between the
rifted clouds without, looked through
the open window upon the face of the
! dead, while Nutting, white and
trembling, held in his nerveiess hand 6
; smoking pistol.
The silver ballet7had found its Inarl
and returned to its owner. The United
States marshal was saved. d.-True Flag