Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1892-04-06

you may sdy, from all the world, eX-
cept that my search was without the
pale of the law And now the end
has come. l am rich. Ihave enough,
and now l desire to return to ciyiliZa-
ton. You can permit it-you can
prevent it. / am an outlaw. Very
welll will cease outlawry, 1
VIII turn over my stills to the
Government. will swear great
oath-and Keep it, too-for my own
interests demand ito become
worthy citizen, and if you will
accept the prodigal son and kill for
me the fatted calf of pardon, all will
be well. l came here to ask you to
tntercede for me. Will you do so?"
Nutting hesitated moment This
man was veritable Robin Hood.
Could he trust him?"
The other spoke again.
"Such assistance from an official is
what l need, and l can pay well for
1t. Ii you will get a free pardon for
me l will give you five thousand"
II cannot do it.
Aliens face paled, and his hand
crept toward his hip; then restraining
himself with a scoffing laugh, he
said:
''Be it so. Then we are enemies. |,
to you and the law; you to me. Re-
member my fifteen minutes, and be-
ware when next we meet"
He threw his cloak about him,
Duckled his pistols at his waist, and
disappeared, but as he left the room
little piece of metal fell from his
person, and rolled unnoticed upon the
floor. A minute later the ring Of his
horses hoofs sounded through the
night as he rode toward the mount
aims
The morning following, as Nutting
entered his Office, his aged servant
bowed low before him, extending his
brown and wrinkled hand, and said,
in an awe-stricken voice:
"Foun' dis on de floor, maSsa
S'pose him your'n, bad ting, massa,
bad-ef We low old niger to say so?"
The Marshal leaned forward in sur
! prise. Lying in the outstretched
palm Of the black was a silver pistol
! bullet
why, uncle" said he, taking it,
'that is not mine"
mot your'n Nasal Tank de Lord!
Use pleased, l is, massa. Foun' it
yer, dough. Dat ar's a seweyside
bullet, massa," he continued, lower
ing his voice to a whisper, while his
eyes rolled like ships in the midst of
white and seething pillows 81 know
'em, My ole massa he had one cast,
an carried it many years. Dey neber
! kill no one but de fellers dey's made
for. Massa John, dough, he didn't
get chance for to use his'n " and the
Did man chuckled.
"a suicide bullet" said Nutting,
with smile, as he examined the
! silver sphere. ''That's a new idea to
me. Why make special bullet,
uncle? should think one of those
deadly enough"
And he pointed toward some of the
heavy cartridges belonging to his own
pistols which lay on the table near.
'tDey mought miss, massa. You
know de depil cares for his own, an
dis bullet is made by his help, at
night, in de grabeyard, an can't miss.
/ knows 'em, massa. Use seen 'em
afore." Then, drawing nearer, he
whispered, Use made 'em!"
"And did they do their work." said
Nutting, laughing lightly.
"Dey did, massa."
The officer now opened a drawer in
| his desk, and took from it an old
fashioned dueling pistol, which he
had picked up somewhere, and fitted
the bullet into its rusty muzzle.
'Its just the thing, uncle. Bring
me my flask, and I'll load it with the
suicide bullet. It's best to have it
handy by if get the blues. And he
! laughed again.
The servant obeYed.
mo use to fix i'm, massa. 'TwOn't
only kill de one who it's made for,
shuah, an ye couldn't shoot yourself
wild it, nohow."
"Well, uncle, I'll load the smooth.
bore, any way" said the Marshal,
sulting the action to the word, and
this afternoon we'll try it at mark.
If miss half dollar dozen PAGES,
I'll give up that you're right. If
hit, your suicide bullet is no better
or worse than leaden one"
GAN right, massa, but yon won't
hit" replied the old darky.
Just as Nutting completed the
! cnarging of the weapon a visitor
called, and it was thrust hurriedly
into pigeon hole in the desk. His
visitors business detained him from
the office until night, and the plan of
the morning was forgotten. The
dueling pistol with its silver missile
lay unnoticed for months in the desk.
! The days and weeks passed, sum-
mer came and went, and fall ripened
the year. A dozen times had the
| Marshal organized expeditions and
secured the country, seeking the no.
| torious Allen, but each time he had
returned unsuccessful. One final ef-
fort, however. was to be made. Ger
tain 4 formation which he knew to be
I reliable had at last, he felt sure, put
the outlaw in his hand, and he looked
to his horses shoes and loaded his
pistols with unusual care.
, At his orders mounted guards
men on whom he could depend-pa-
trolled all the roads. Upon the NOR
row at dawn, with posse Of seven
fearless mountaineers, he was 10
storm the stronghold of the MOON
sinners, and tomorrow night would
and, vacancy either in the Gov
ernment Office or in the ranks of the
Illicit 5istillers. The expedition had
thus far, Nutting believed, been kept
a secret. Because of this he looked
forward with strong hopes of success.
The officer sat st his desk writing.
He had but few pages to complete,
a letter or two to prepare for them all,
and some memoranda 20 destroy.
He might never sit at that desk
again.
AS his eyes wandered over the mass
If papers, documents and duplicats
reports filed neatly before him, he