The weekly Thibodaux sentinel and journal of the 8th Senatorial District. [volume] (Thibodaux, Lna. [i.e. La.]) 1875-1898, 1893-04-15

looking out for stills, and he knew him
well. One day he saw him encounter
Maidie on the mountain road, and, stop
ping his horse. talk with her for a long |
while. Under the fascination of the
young officers manne Maidie forgot
that he was a revenue" and that it
was her duty to hate him, and, in talk
ing with him, her pretty young face
had betrayed an animation that moth
ing that he might say to her would call
forth. He watched the talk. unob-
served, and walked slowly back to
the still, his face black with jealous
rage, and a demon voice whispering
into his ear. That was the last time
he saw the two talking together. BY
chance, entirely, they met twice after
vengeful suggestions that came to him
for safety's sake, and remembered that
he had Maidie all to himself.
Now. this Sunday afternoon this
fierce feeling of jealous hatred mingled
with the excited feelings aroused by
the coming raid. He almost forgot
safety as he stood there in the 0 u
| tain path and muttered between his
teeth:
81 will 60 back and kill the curl"
Terrible thoughts came to him, there
in the silence of the mountain way. He
conjured up q maddening picture of
young Haggard at the mountain home,
fascinating Maidie with his city ways.
Maidie was not like other mountain
girls, buxom and strong and coarse fea-
tured, Dolph knew. She was'a tenderlit-
tie thing, a dreamer, a woman of refine
ment, of feeling and lofty ambition.
Big Dolph had been very tender with
her, for he loved her as only his big,
strong, simple heart, honest after a
sort, could love. And Haggard might
win her heart. He clinched mis- teeth
passionately, his grip on his rifle tight
ened.
So intensely was he absorbed in his
thoughts that he did not near the foot
steps behind him. A young man crept
rapidly toward him, holding a revolver
in his hand. The man touched him or
the arm, put the pistol in his face and,
in the quietest possible manner, said:
"Dolph, give me your gun"
Like a tiger walked from it's sleep,
the young moonshiner sprang around
and faced the officer. The pistol was
still in his face.
"Haggard!' he screamed, his voice
hoarse and unnatural. He handed TIE
rifle to him without a word.
Il am ready to 60" he said, sullenly
Back. along the winding mountain
path, Dolph walked in front of Hag
gard to the Dexter home. There an
other officer had old John Dexter ant
his son under arrest. Maidie was soft
ly weeping. Her invalid mother hal
reeled to the door, in the excitement o
the moment, and there sat speeches.
and helpless.
: The men got each a bundle o
clothes, and started off for the prison
) at Atlanta. just as they were leaving
Maidie, fearful and heartbroken, pu
: her little hand on Haggard's arm in
: pleading fashion.
promise me-" she said, that yo1
will treat EN- square"
Before Haggard could make respons'
= Big Dolph had jumped toward then
: and torn Maidie's hand loose from hi
., arm. His face was black as thunder
: promise nothin'!!' he beloved, wit
an oath. q ak no favors from him
and you shan't, Maidie." AS his voic
4 pronounced her name it grew soft, a.
: most pleading.
''Dolph.' she demonstrated, an
: then. in a confident tone, said: "Ikno,
Mr.. Haggard will do you 'un right"
!, Too enraged to look at her or t
u speak Dolph walked off without S