The Bourbon news. [volume] (Paris, Ky.) 1895-19??, 1897-06-15

he could judge-were here now, within
his grasp, if he could but persuade Close
20 act. He had still card to play, and
1t was trump lead.
81 did send you telegram steering
you to Gibson's, and I did it because
.he marshal himself so directed; for it
was he who was sure that was where
they had taken refuge. Scroggs and
his precious kinsman, Potts, probably
got warning in time to send their two
refugees away, and now they've had the
cheek to hide them here, right under
your nose. Talk about the record
you've made as a preserver of the peace
down here; how'll it read all over the
north that, after being released from
Jail in the presence of Capt. Closes COM
pany, the worst of the gang-men I'M
der Indictment for murderous assault
ON United States officers in discharge of
their duties-came and took up their
residences across the road from Capt.
Closes camp and dared him to take
them. That's the way it'll read, by God,
if you don't act tonight"
For a moment Close simply stared at
the man. Parmelee was no fighter, man
to man, steel to steel; that the war vet
eran knew well; but the Yankee school
master of ante-bellum days had learned
to use his wits and his tongue. He
could argue, if he couldn't face bullet
The stalwart soldier who, single-hand-
ed, had captured squad of astonished
trench defenders before Vicksburg and
had faced the blazing battle line with
dauntless front a score of times, looked
helplessly moment into the face of
this keen fencer, then turned appeal
ingly to the young West Pointer, as
though to ask: isn't there something
in your education to answer this?" But
Lambert was silent. From first to last
the lesson taught him at the national
academy was subordination of the mill
tary to the civil authority.
"Well, go ahead. You're boss, / s'pose.
can only follow. What d'you want me
to do?" said Close.
81 want you to search that house and
get those men," was Parmelee's answer
And then there was another moment
of oppressive silence; then sudden start
and alarm.
Down the Tugaloo road to the south,
at the farthest corner of the fence
which surrounded the Walton place,
there was pathway leading through
the brush to the level bottom" below.
Somewhere in this direction, but be-
You'd the corner, only few seconds be-
fore, had been heard sound like that
of a bray nipped suddenly in the bud
of mules essay at vocalism checked
summarily with a club. At this point
where road and pathway came together
Lambert had posted Private Green,
reliable soldier of many years eXpe-
rience. and when Green challenged
there was reason for it. Low and stern
his voice was heard distinctly at the
listening camp: 'Who comes there9"
followed almost Immediately by the
sharp order: Halt! Halt, or / fire."
Waiting for no order, Lambert was
off like dart, Burns following with a
lantern. Again came the cry: Haiti"
but the promised shot was not heard
Even when running at speed past the
gate of the Walton place, the young
officer could not resist a quick glance
at the dark facade of the old homestead.
Already light was dancing along the,
portico, another cleaning at an upper
window.
whats the matter, sentry" he
painted, as he came upon the dark figure
at the turn of the road. Green, with his
rifle at ready" was peering into the
gap in the tangle of shrubbery.
Some one was coming up there, sir.
and ran the instant / challenged. II
ought to have let him get up to me- and
then halted him, but had regulations
instead of sense in my head" said
Green, a New Highlander with propen-
sity for talk. Hes out o harms
way"
But Lambert waited to hear no more.
With Burns at his heels he sprang down
the dim pathway, and had not gone 80
yards before he came upon some strug-
Cling object crashing into the brush |
towards the stream. Haiti he
shouted, and, while something halted, |
other something's, with muttered oaths, |
went plunging on. He heard splash,
hOOIo ClduIcIIHS OfeI gravel, ClS lash
ing of a whip, and then all was still
across the dark open space through |
which flowed the sluggish branch"
But here among the bushes were two
wondering quadrupeds, one muic |
with broken bridle-rein, the other, As
Burns lantern speedily showed, 4 |
Cherokee pony-both saddled A cor
poral came running to join them and in |
a moment the beasts were led back TO |
the road way, where Close and Parmelee |
by this time stood ready TO receive them |
One glance was all the latter needed
What did / tell you, captain?" said |
he, in triumph. ''That is Wal Scroegs' |
own pony, and the masters hiding there |
at the Walton place.
Ten minutes more and a strange, SOL |
emn scene was being enacted at the |
head of the steps leading up 70 that |
t'road, vine-covered old porch. whose |
dingy white columns doomed dim and |
ghostly in the glare of lantern and can