The Opelousas courier., 1891-03-14
MOONSHINE KATE.
By. 7. G.

II was said by all that Paul Dillon was
taking his life in his W hands when.
be, as d Deputy United States Marshal,
undertook to ferret out the Illicit stills
b the heart of that mountain range
which separates North Carolina and
Tennessee.
he was young, ardent and fond of adj
venture, and TO oil this he added o fear
lessness which made him admired by his
enemies.
He received his commission on che frst
day Of one of the fall months, and the,
next morning was on the trail.
Il was his mention to look after one,
Dick Winslow, said to be at the head Of
the illicit distillers In a certain neigh,
borhood. Winslow was Q man of
desperate character, had killed his man
ID the streets of the county town, and
had defed arrest for the ~unproyoked
crime.
Dillon knew where Winslow lived,
and thitherward he bent his steps.
Night was throwing her sable pail Of
cloud and coming storm rel the land,
scape when the officer reached q spot on.
the elevated trail from which the humble,
home Of the Winslows could be seen.
Atree grew near the edge of the
mountain path, and here Dillon stopped
and looked into the picturesque valley.
below. Far beneath his position he saw,
The Winslow cabin, and from the rude
chimney rose q spiral of dark smoke.
Objects grew indistinct as he gazed, and
a. last the shanty and its surroundings
disappeared altogether.
Dillon was about to quit the spot,
when be heard a step behind him, and
81 ha turned, be was saluted with the
harsh order, Hands uplD
Be saw at the same moment a tall
man. With a cooked revolver, in the
pakh.
Taken thus, Dillon fell back, but did
not draw his own weapon. fqr he looked,
over the barrel of the six-shooter into
she eyes OF a desperate man, and ne
ailently ob-yad the summons.
1--WE got himl Come on, boysW
hatd the officers captor.
and in response to these words, three
hnens masked like the first, emerged
from the adjoining bushes, and the
Soung detective was surrounded.
sBlindfold him. continued the lead
" pf the men.
and when this was done. Dillon was
va away with q hand at each arm.
Up to this moment the officer had not
spoken to his captors. He was sure that
he bad fallen into the clutches of the
anponshiners themselves; but when the
march had been conducted some time in
silence, he ventured to say something.
You have no right to hold me, said
Dillon.
mo right, eh2' coarsely laughed one
~ she men In reply. s.Might makes
xghs Id these mountains. You want to.
Sc something's We are going to show
yea more than you would SEQ without
caf escort. Silence now, Mr.. Dillon. A.
sslll tongue goes q good ways with us."
nus shut of, the deputy marshal held
AAs tongue, and was taken down the
ascuntain, d Be could tell By the descent
81 she fFail and in the conase Of time
crossed The the threshold ola cabin, but
waose he did not know.
% was led to & stool, where he seated
n.aass1 AS comfortably - he could, for
So hands were bound ID bis back, and he
ssss she warm FIRE Of ! LOT Of pine knots
II 1aoe.
Asl the time he could hear the sub
aua0 voices 81 men, and presently some
eas placed ! hand on hia shoulder, and
Ae s1ss AadrsAsed, bat In d whisper.
Nv did g6Bs let them nab youf'