Wausau pilot. [volume] (Wausau, Wis.) 1896-1940, 1901-04-09

Just about the same moment very diff
ferent sort of shout was raised at the
other end of the town, in the offensive
'McCloskey's" mentioned by Cncle Da-
vid.
Simeon AIulveil had adhered ohis ma
levolent plan for bringing disgrace upon
John Cameron. The county paper fully
realized his expectations. Silver spoons,
bearing the initials of Mrs. r. W. Billings
had been stolen, nine or ten weeks before,
from that lady's house, on the Canons-
burg turnpike; and silver spoons marked
"R. w. B." were on Johns table, prae-
tically in his possession, the day of the
frolic. That was enough toa justify a
warrant The constable knew very well
that nothing could be more wildly improb-
able than that John Cameron should be
thief; but he said to himself, doggedly;
''If he's innocent, let him prove it."
| With the warrant in his pocket, he
gioated over the anticipated triumph of
his hate and waited for Training Day"
But it was hardly so easy as he had
expected ii would be, on that occasion, to
find a safe opportunity for making the
arrest. Johns fondness for ill7smelling
saloons seemed TO be no greater than his
unce's, and, either to enjoy the pure air
or to catch occasional glimpses of Hetty,
he kept upon the street, generally sur
rounded by band of sturdy Cameronian
friends Eventually, however, a little
after dinner, he yielded to the persua-
sions of an acquaintance, who wanted
him to Ego aud have one drink" and to-
gether they sauntered into the bar-room
nearest at hand. 1t happened to be Nc
Closkey's. Had one thought of the old
feud required to Johns mind, he would
probably have Stunned the pace, not for
fears sake, but from dislike, for it had
always been, as it was now, the chief
haunt of the Mulveil faction. But to
him the feud had become thing Of the
remote past, never recalled except when
somebody reminded him of it. Seen in
the magic light Of his love for Hetty,
Mulveils looked TO him like brothers, and
so far as he was concerned. the Ratchet
had been buried But McCloskey's was
a bad place to nurture that kindly spirit
in Cameron. The unimproved Mulveils
were still there. in strong force. In
deed, of all the boisterous, semi-inebriat-
ed crowd thrOnging the GROCERY, but one
other man was a Cameron, and his pres
ence was about as accidental as Johns.
Just as John raised from the bar a
glass of cider that he had ordered, Con-
stable Mulveil clutched his shoulder and
shouted, in a tone to attract general at
tention:
Il arrest you in the name of the law"
The score of voices that an instant be-
fore had been declaiming, wrangling, |
laughing and shouting were suddenly |
hushed to perfect silence.
Arrest me. What for?' demanded |
the young man, more amazed than any
body else.
For bein' a id thief" shouted |
Rufus Goldie, secretly anxious to precipi- |
tate a conflict, in which a deadly injury |
might be covertly inflicted, under a plea |
of legal justification, upon his successful |
rival.
Hardly had the words left his lips, |
when quick as lightning, John dashed the |
glass and cider into his face, temporarily |
binding him. and. at the same time, with |
his left hand, foored Simeon, who went |
down yelling:
"Mulveils! Help, Mulveils"'
His voice awoke a very pandemonium. |
The old faction spirit famed up, like tow
touched by fire. Yells, curses, threats, |
the sounds of blows, the smashing of bot |
ties and the grinding of glass under |
feet, made an internal uproar.
John, stoutly backed by the friend who |
entered with him and the solitary Cam
eron already there, fought nobly, but the |
odds against the trio were overwhelming. |
A score of savage Mulveils, all who could |
get near enough to do SO, attacked them |
at once; while as many more, close be- |
hind, yelled threats and execrationS, hurl- |
ed missiles at their purposed victims, and |
were ready to spring into the front row |
of attack as those before them were fell |
ed. Using a heavy stool as weapon |
J John piled Mulveils about him in heaps, |
but brave, strong and desperate as he |
was, could not maintain more than few |
longer such a fearfully unequal |
combat His friend, who was nearest |
the door, fought his way out, and, COW
cred with blood, ran staggeringly up the |
street shouting the old battle cry:
"Camerons! Camerons to the rescuef' |
When he reached Uncle David he cried |
to him:
''They are killing John Cameron IN |
McCloskey
(To be continued.l