The Greenville times. [volume] (Greenville, Miss.) 1868-1917, 1908-03-01

bank. He had run the gauntlet safely.
Since evicting the owners the receiv
er had erected substantial houses in
place of the tents he had found on the
mine They were of frame and CORFU
gated iron, sheathed within and suited
to withstand a moderate exposure.
The partners had witnessed the opera
ton from distance, but knew nothing
about the buildings from close exami-
nation.
thrill of affection for this place
warmed the young man. He loved this
old mine. 1t had realized the dream OF
his boyhoo and had answered the
hope he had chung to during his long
fight against the nerthIand. 1t had
come to him when he was dishearten-
ed, bringing cheer and happiness, and
had yielded itself like a bride. Now 1t
seemed crime to ravage 1t.
He crept toward the nearest wall
and listened. Within was the sound
of voices, though the windows were
dark, showing that the inhabitants
were on the alert. Beneath the foun-
dations he made mysterious prepara-
tons, then sought out the Office build
ing and cook house, doing likewise.
He found that back of the seeming re-
pose of the Midas there was q strained
expectancy.
Although suspense had heightened
the time out of all calculation, he
judged he had been gone from his COM
panions at least an hour and that they
must be in place by now. IL they were
motif anything failed at this eleventh
,hour-well. those were the fortunes of
war. In every enterprise, however
carefully planned, there comes a time
when chance must take it's turn.
He made his way inside the black
smith shop and fumbfed for a match.
Just as he was about to strike it he
heard the swish Of oiled clothes pass
ing and waited for some time. Then,
igniting his punk and hiding 1t under
his coat, he opened the door to listen.
The wind had died down now. and fine
rain sang. musically upon the metal
roofs
He ran swiftly from house to house,
and, when he had done. at the apices
of the triangle he { had traced three
glowing Goals We're suffering
The final bolt was launched at last.
He stepped down into the ditch and
drew his 40, while to his taufeneti
senses 1t seemed that theSvery hills
! leaned forth in breathless pause, that
the rain had ceased and the whole
night hushed its thousand voices. He
found his lower jaw set so stif11y that
the muscles ached. Leveling his wea-
pom at the caves Of the bunk house, be
pulled trigger rapidly, the bang, bang.
bang, six times repeated, sounding dull
and dead beneath the blanket of mist
that overhung. A shout sounded be.
hind him. and then the shrek OF a
Winchester ball close over his head
I He turned In time TO see another shoi
stream cut of the darkness, where q
sentry Was firing at the fash Of his
gun, then bent himself double and
plunged down the ditch.
With the first impact overhead th<
men poured forth from their quarter
armed and brfstling, to be greeted by
] q volley Of gunshotss tho thud ct b1l
| lets and the d~indiing whine OF Spent
lead. They leaped from shelter tt
| md zthemselves sirt wfthTa htfuf hooE
of f1e, Tor the .StraneierYH ha1 Spread
anzfhe arc ok sAse4Erae anda n0w exnottek
xhear t1ness toEakd - esnAexs To-
| 1efen6erA however. maintained sur
pr1sinx orllor cons1l11s1ng th4 sn6l1en
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