Semi-weekly Windham County reformer. (Brattleboro, Vt.) 1897-1901, 1901-10-01
SWEET
REVENGE
Captain p. a. Mitchell,
Author Of Chattanooga" "Chicksmauea" Etc
1897, by Harper g. Brothers.

Here, YOU" cried the captain to tw.
men who We're watering their horses
at wooden trough In front Of the
shop, strike out on that path"
The men darted away. leaving the
captain alone In the road. A little old
woman came out of house opposite
and began to guy him IN cracked
voice, pokjng fun at him for not being
able to catch party Of women. She
talked so Familiarity with him that I
began to suspect she knew him.
trembled for fear she would betray us.
"You uns amt wo'th a persimmon,"
she said. with them critters legs I'M
der yer, yer Orter ketch wimmen folks
easy"
We'll catch 'em easy enough. They've
gone along thar" pointing to the path
his men were just dashing into.
9TH didn't go that Away"
''They didn't? Which way did they
go?"
"D' yer s'pose give fac's fo' moth
in?"
A cold chill ran down my back. She
was going to tell for pay.
"What do yo' want!"
"Gimme huff fo' caliker dress, an
I'll put yer on tn right track"
"Sho'W
"Sart'in."
"This II git it as easy" He drew a
revolver and put it to her face. She
drew back. Bat this man. who was
above his calling, never could persist
in Ill treating woman, and. lowering
his weapon, he put his hand in his
pocket and pulled out bill.
That's the stuff ter git fac's WITH"
said the woman. Now, you uns git
right long thar" and she pointed up
the road northward.
THAT won't do" said the captain.
Eve just came from up thar"
There was pause. at the end Of
tone:
"Captain.
The voice was familiar. I saw the
man start. then exclaim. Great God!'
The old wSman went over to him
and, taking hold of his bride rein. be-
gan to whisper to him earnestly. Pres
emily heard the captain say:
II can't do It."
There was more whispering. and by
the woman's attitude l knew she was
pleading. Was she pleading for us!
If so, who could this good friend be to
t,ta tn,
I'D do it TO- yo' an 70 friend. but
not the other one"
She fumbled with the rein. she strok-
ed his horses neck; she laid her hand
on his, all the while talking earnestly
and looking up into his eyes, l fancied
beseechingly, though | could not see
her face, for her back was toward me.
while the mans lead was dropping
lower and lower. Her bonnet fell back
on her neck, and knew the old wom-
an was Jaqueline.
"Can yo' refuse when l ask it?' she
said loud enough for me to hear.
The man was silent. The struggle
within him was plain in every line of
his face. At last he said:
$50 yo' sake, little one, I'll do It,"
She took his rough brown hand In
her little white one and bent her head
down upon it. then looking up through
tears: Il can give yo' only a trlt1e in
reward, captain. dear. Kiss me-
Bending from his saddle, he rever-
emily touched his lips to her forehead.
Lost In wonder at the strange sight,
I was nevertheless congratulating my
self that she had secured the mans
promise to draw off his force when
the whole advantage was spoiled
through the insane jealousy or captain
Beaumont. 1t seems that the captain
had disdained to hide with the rest.
Indeed he had no occasion to hide. The
guerrillas did not know that ne was
with our party, and he was In no more
danger from them than any other man
would be. He had, however, yielded
to Jacks persuasion to go into mousse
md keep out Of sight. When the guer-
rillas rode into town. he was sitting by
a window slipping glass or tennessee
whisky, and at the moment hingoid
imprinted the kiss on Jacks ioreneau.
as i'll luck would have 1t. be happened
10 look out of the window. In announcer
moment he was In the road discharglnS
his revolver at the guerrilla. wno'
drawing his own weapon. returned the
fire. A fusillade followed. Ringoid re-
ceiyjpc a wound that put him hors de
combat. Swaying in his saddle, he fell
fainting to the ground.
Jaaueline turned upon Beaumont IKE
a fury. have seen little Jack In many
a towering passion. but never any'nihs
like this. Her face was livid, her eyes
flaming. She tried to speak. but ner
fro choked her. At last one word ex-
pressive of her pent up feelings came
out like a pistol shot:
"Pigr'
Having thus relieved herself to Cap
tain beaumont, she turned to the pros