The watchman and southron. [volume] (Sumter, S.C.) 1881-1930, 1894-05-02

strikes full upon the back of the Off
GERS unprotected head and sends him,
face forward, into the muddy street.
In the yell of triumph that follows.
Wings voice for an instant is unheard.
Obedient to it's principle, Never load
until about to fire., " the battalion's car
bines are still empty, but all on q sud-
den G troop halts. with ball a r
tridges, load:" is Wings hoarse, stern
order. Now aim low when l give the
word. Fire by company. Company,
ready!'' and like n the hammers
click. But no command Aim" fol-
lows. Look out! Look Quit For
God sake dom frel Out Of the way!"
T the frantic yells from the threats
Of the mob. Away they go, scattering
down side streets, alley ways, behind
lumber piles, everywhere-anywhere.
Many wen throw themselves fiat on
their faces to escape the. expected tenn
pest Of lead. Don't fire." says the
colonel mercifully. Forward, double
time, and give them the butt. Wen
support you" Down from the lumber
piles come the erstwhile ~truculent lead
ers. Draw cartridge, men," orders
Wing in wrath and disappointment.
Now, butts to the front, and give
them HI. Forward" And out he
leaps to take the lead, dashing straight
into the 4hick Of the scattering mob, his
men after him. There is a minute Of
wild yelling, cursing, Of resounding
blows and trampling feet, and in the
midst Of it all q single shot, and when
Wing, breathless, is finally halted two
squares farther on only 8 dozen broken
headed wretches remain along the street
to represent the furious mob that con-
fronted them a few minutes before.
Only these few and one writing, bleed
ing form, around which half a dozen
policemen are curiously gathered, and
at whose side the battalion surgeon has
Just helt.
Hes shot through and through"
is his verdict presently. mo power
can save him. Who is hep
About the worst and most danger
Gus ringleader Of riot this town has
known, SIR" is the answer Of n of
the police officials. mo one knew
where he came from either-or his real
name"
And then in his dying agony the fall
en- demagogue turns, and the other side
Of his twitching face comes uppermost.
Even through the thin, grizzly beard
there is plainly seen an ugly, jagged
scar stretching from a to chin.
"This isn't his first row by any man,
ner Of means, if it is his last" says a
sergeant Of police. Look at thstl
Who shot him anyhow"
IL did," is the cool, prompt answer,
and Sergeant Feeny raises his hand to
his carried carbine and stands atten-
ton as he sees the surgeon kneeling
there. II did, and just in the nick OF
time. He had drawn a bead on our
lieutenant, but sven if he hadn'tI'd
have downed him. and so would any
man in that company yonder." And
Feeny points to where G troop stands
resting after its charge.
"You knew him then?"
knew him instantly, as q deserter,
thafe, highwayman and murderer
knew him as Private Bland in Arizona
and would know him anywhere by that
scar"
A policeman bends and wrenches q
loaded revolver from the ~clutching,
quivering fingers just as Wing comes
striding back and shoulders his way
into the group.
is he badly hurt doctors That
was an awful whack."
ut is the lieutenant, sir, says Feeny
respectfully, but with strange signif-
canoe in his tone as he draws a police
man aside. "Looky"
And Wing, bending over. gives one
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