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128 Tecumseh. She will be here before the week is out.”’ ‘‘As your wife, I *spose,” said Phoebe, with anotber flash of the eye. os As my wife—and hearken, Phebe; I wish her to be my law- ful wife,’ repeated Barton, who was very pale, “How you asked Phebe, “T rep she must be my legal wife,” said Barton, fiercely. «Massa Barton,” cried Phebe, “‘T know you wicked, cruel man; but you no murder her.” © **| don’t want to murder her,”’ continued Barton, suddenly; ‘‘who talked of murdering ?” * How else you marry Amy le- ed toward gal?” said Pheebe. | || Well, I do not know,” ad 1 Amy Moss is nota legal mar- , tree from all detraction, I jog you within an inch of your and hunt you out of Ohio with hounds.”’ “ep me?’ screamed the ge mc Wwo- man, w . ** Wat for ?” ; + Yes, “Miss Phoebe : you ain’t too pretty to be flog The wom now.” . bowed her head, an- the ¢ool villany of the tudes. — “What do you mean ?” roared Barton, we ys up his ‘heavy The ceaiated stood still, crossed is, and waited for the blow. had never received one before. Take that !’’ shrieked the in- i ard! move and you die!”’ said a well-known voice, while a age dat, eh?” qaickiy. sD THE SILENT HUNTER. rifle-barrel came into dangerous proximity with his breast. He stood transfixed with surprise and terror, his uplifted whip in, his hand. ** Kate!” he cried, really alarm- ed at the menacing position of the gun-barrel, ‘“* And James Barton would strike & woman,’ said Kate, with a bitter eer. ‘¢ Pshaw | a mulatto—she offend- ed me! Ah!” he cried, as a sud- den ee flashed across his mind, “*what want you here? You have been listening !”” Said I not, the hour of venge- coldly, still holding her gun point coldly, o er int- him. «'T have heated all! But I shall reveal nothing—on one condition.” — ‘* That condition ?’ asked Bar- ton, who now folded his arms with an emp pak of coolness, quite contrary, however, to his real sen- timents. “That you resi and reinstate her said Kate, quietly. Amy M her Tights,” ** Never !’’replied Barton. “What business is this of yours? what know you of Amy Moss; and whom do = mean by her? “IT would not have Amy Moss espouse a villain,” a ‘Tush, girl; this is folly—one whistle you are overpowered. poe re and let us talk y.” I calm * James Barton, think not I will Sing her th ' the Reel ao ng on an po back | “I have your se- “Tt. will cost: you your life,” roared Barton with a fearful . At that instant, the bold girl’s Ge awon a up in the air, off from the blow, aud She turned and saw the mulatto who held down h ashamed ection | master returned, and she had purchased her own forgiveness by anu act of GoRmmicooOoks.<Onnes 7