Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1893-04-26

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Eyes, madam, replied that worthy
For an old woman. I've come a
light smart piece TO see We. I'm trus
grit, I am, but getting wore out.
These yer mountains aire a sight
sleeper than they was forty year ago, "
and she sighed. "But see here, I'm
on business, am. Iwant to talk to
ye. You don't know me, now,
reckon2"
81 cannot say that 1 do" said
Nutting.
II reckon not-as ye never see mt
before. l am Mrs Allen-Bethsheby
Allen-and my boy, he's Ruloff Allen.
Ye hev heard Of him, mebbe?" and
she paused and gazed cunningly into
her listeners face.
Eyes, 1 know him." and the mans
GROW darkened.
"Wall, now, tell We. 1t seems yel
IN a raid after him to-morrow-ye
see l know thing or two-an' we've
got the boy badly cooped up this
time, shore. Not but what he'll
fight, and some on We may ketch
suthin' besides moonshiners. My boy
is smart, he is, tell ye, an he'll tote
We round considerable afore We gather
him in; but he's cooped all the same,
and I'm afeared ven get him. I'm
his nanny, ye know"
The old hag paused and wiped heI
eyes. She was a woman, even yet,
( and Nutting's heart softened toward
her.
What can l do in this matter.
Mrs. Allen?" began the marshal.
Your son is "a"
Never mind what he is-you can
save him. He's trapped. catched,
cooped. But he's my boy an 1 want
: ye to let him GO Take his stills an
his whisky, take everything-butl let
him go an / give my word-it's good
, -Bethsheby Allen never broke it yet
that in less than three days well
| be"
my dear madam. what you ask is
impossible. I'll try not to hurt your
son, but capture him 1 must and
shall"
"Bdt if he should capture you
what them"
AT these words the green glasses
fell, the hood was throw back, the
/ bent form become straight as lance.
and before the eyes of the dazed off,
Ger Ruloff Allen himself stood, look
of dead hatred on his face heavy
revolver in his outstretched hand.
Silence reigned a moment as the
,oung man gazed into the deadly
tube before him.
Il came here to give you the last
:hance, and me the same!" hissed the
moonshiner. The chance is lost to
both OF US. 1 go back to the mountains
and outlawry-you retire from active
service. Can YOU pray? If so, do it
now. In three minutes l shall kill
fou."
Slowly Nutting's eyes ran about
the room. Escape was impossible
help would not come. A single cry
meant instant death-he was lostI
His heart sank.
Suddenly the butt of the old duel.
ing pistol came within the circle Of
his vision. Cool as his would-be mur-
de'rer, he turned to him and said:
"Will you let. me smoke once
more?"
The fellow eyed him sharply.
Smoke? Yes, one cigar" he saiu
at length. And lowering The muzzle
OF his weapon he thrust it into his
pocket to supply his Yictim's wants.
Il have some here" said Nutting;
and like fash his hand shot up to-
ward the old duelling pistol in the
pigeon hole.
Down with you hand" cried AL.
len.
1t was too late. There came
sharp and ringing report, a single cry,
a sickening thud upon the floor, and
all was over.
And the moon, breaking in betweer
che rifted clouds without, looked
through the open window at the face
OF the dead, while Nutting, pale and
trembling, held in his ner, eless hand
smoking pistol.
The silver bullet had found it,
mark and returned to ITS owner. The
United States Marshal was saved.