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END OF A FUED,
-OR
What was Aceomp ished by Coolness and
lira very.
In a certain quarter of Kentucky,
noted for family fueds, there lived,
some years ago, a young man named
Martin Hazen. The Hazens hud
been through many years at enmity
with a family named Morgan, by a
member of which Martin’s own fa
ther had been killed in a desperate
encounter, while he was yet a child.
Martin was now the only male mem
ber of the family left, and he had
grown up to manhood on the old
homestead, under the careful guardi
anship and teaching of his widowed
mother.
She had not taught him the lesson
of hatred. She had told him of his
impetuous father’s death—that she
hoped to see no more tragedies—and
admonished him, although he might
never like the Morgans, to cherish
no thought of revenge.
The Morgans were four in number
—Henry t desperate and revengeful
man, by whose hand old Mr. Hazen
had fallen; his two sons, James and
Ephraim, much like him, and his
daughter Esther, who was not like
him, but who, with a lovely face, pos
sessed the sweet and gentle nature
of her mother, whom sorrow had
years before hurried to the grave.
The two families live.d in the same
community. Martin and Esther fre
quently met—in the village, at
church and at ocial parties, and not
withstanding the feud that had cast
a shadow on both homes, they loved
each other, and to the abounded
rage of Henry Morgan, andhissons>
who hated Martin for his father’s
sake, they deliberately went anti got
married,
Esther and Martin well knew that
she must not dare to visit her old
home again after that, so she went
with him to the house of the Ilazens,
and they did not see any of the Mor
gan’s for mouth i.
liut Martin was warned that lie
was in danger, and he knew the Mor
gans too well to doubt it. While he
desired to bve in peace with them, he
determined not to fall as his father
had fallen, if he could help it. Like
most people in that section, and at
that time, he went armed when away
from home, and being one of that
class of persons scarcely susceptible
of lear ho was one of the best shots
with a ritlle or pistol in that commu
nity.
One evenng in autumn, just at
dusk, a few months after the mar
riage, he was riding home from the
*i luge on a spirited horse, when the
Morgans suddenly came into his
mind. He thought over the strange
history of the two families, and be
gan talking to himself as he rode lei
surely along:
“How unfortunate —how foolish it
is,” ho mused, “that this enmity
should exist through whole genera
tions, merely because remote ances
tors quarrelled over a line of fence,
or the ownership of a truant pig 1
They hate sac, I do not fear them;
yet I’d like to be reconciled. I think I
shall see them and talk it all over. I
believe I could reason them into fair
ness. How to approach them
though.—”
He was then riding by a little
grove ol timber, from which three
men sprang into the road. One
grasped his bridle rein, while two
stood with riffles leveled upon him.
It was not yet so dark but that he
recognized his assailants. They were
tho Morgans. It was Ephraim who
held his bridle rein, while his father
and James menaced him with their
rifles.
“Oh, Paz-n 1” said the old man.
with an air of triumph, “we’ve got
you I You won’t see the sun lise to
morrow, you independent young dog!
You’ll be with your father before
that. What’s more, you’ll steal no
more daughters of mine ! Don't of
fer to roach for that shooter 1" he
said, as Martin's hand moved toward
bis breast pocket. “At best, you've
but a minute to live, while I tell you
I am going to shoot you, and bow
glad I am to wipe out the last Hazen
but none of your tricks, or you won't
live a sccoud!”
Martin Hazen, sitting in the saddle
with tile calmness of the tall trees by
the roadside—that looked in Ihe
gathering darkness like grim spec
tres frowning upon (lie terrible
scene—felt that it was no time to rea
son with his enemies, and he dismiss
ed the thought. He waited, motion
less, for Henry Morgan to speak
again, for he knew that the revenge
ful man would love to gloat over him
before destroying him, and that his
sons would wait his command. Hen.
ry Morgan, with ride still levelled,
went on :
“Yes, young Hazen, the last o f
your race—”
Ruick as a flash, Martin snathceJ
bis revolver from his pocket, and
dropping his face upon his horse’s
mane, to confuse the aim of Henry
and James Morgan, he fired at
Ephraim, who fell to the earth, and
the horse, startled by the crack of
the revolver at his ear, dashed away
at full speed.
Almost simultaneously, Henry Mor
gan fired at Martin’s head, missing
ban, and a moment later, James,
much confused by the sudden turn
of affairs, fired almost at random,
and the bullet pierced cart in’s left
thigh. He had not gno far before
tie discovered (hat the shet had bro
ken tho bone, aud ho began to suifot
such excruciating p uu that oniy the
dang r which lie k:n.-w was still bo
hind him and bis realization of how
important it was to icaeh home pre
vented him from reeling from his
saddle in a swoon.
He succeeded in reaching home
to be met at the gate by his mother,
who told him that during his ab
scence Esther had been forcibly car
ried away by her father and brothers.
Martin fell rather than dismounted
from his horse, dragged himself into
the lawn, and with the words, “The
Morgans have shot me 1” fell fainting
upon the grass.
Mrs Hazen hurried to a neighbor’s
house for assistance. A surgeon was
summoned. Martin was carried in
and laid upon a bed. He revived,
and his wound a tended to, with ap
pliances of splints and bandages, and
the good doctor finally left him that
night in great pain, with the consol
ing remark that he would keep his
bed for a good three months, at least.
For many days several armed
friends of Martin Hazen remained
constantly at the house, to defend
him from a possible attack of the
Morgans. He began to recover from
his wound, but his anxiety for
Esther tormented him day and night.
He feared they might murder her,
but his friends assured him that
they would not dare do that, that
she was, probably, merely kept at
her old home under strict surveil
ance, and that in due time she should
be rescued by some process or other.
It was ascertained, meantime, that
Ephraim Morgan was not killed by
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the bullet from Martin’s r< volver on
the night of the attempted assassina
tion, that tho missile had only plow
ed its way tlr.ough the scalp of his
cranium, producing a shock that had
merely stunued for half an hour.
Finally when Martin was able to get
out of bed and sit in a chair for a few
minutes at a time, the Morgans not
having made their appearance, the
friendly neighbors left, and Martin
was alone with Mrs. Hazen.
It was the very next night after
the vigil ceased that the door sud
denly flew open and she burst into
the room occupied by Esther. It was
a room on the ground floor, properly
a sitting room, but a bed had been
placed in it temporarily for the
wounded young m in.
“Esther 1” Martin exclaimed joy
fully.
She ran to his bedside, kissed him,
then said excitedly:
“Oh, Martin, they are preparing to
come to-nmht to kill you 1 I over
heard their plans, and I escaped by
jumping from the window of a room
they had locked me in. They don’t
know it.”
“Let us hasten for aid 1” said Mrs.
Hazeu, who came in from an adjourn
ing room at that moment.
“It is too late ! They may be here
in a few minutes. We must carry
Martin out of the house. Oh Heav
ens!’* she exclaimed trembling from
head to loot; “I hear their horses’
hoofs now; they are not a hundred
yards away.”
“Be calm,” sa'ul Martin, “I will
tell you what to do, and do it quick
ly. Mother, you and Esther help
me, and I wi'l get out and lie under
the bed. Then arrange the nillow
under the covers so they may think
lam lying in the bed. then both of
you get into the next room They
wdl probably rush in and fire, and I
will crawl out with my revolver.
Here it is. Then they with their
empty rifles will bo at nry mercy.
Now leave the candle burning" on the
mantle. When I rap three times on
the wall, come in.”
These instructions were obeyed
and as the two women withdrew
Esther said :
“You won’t kill them if you can
help it ?”
“No, I promise you that. Quick,
now, I hear them !’
The women withdrew and had just
Closed the door behind them, when
the front door flew open and the
door flew open and the Morgans
rushed in.
“Ha! ha 1” exclaimed the old man.
“Give him no charnce this time.”
Instantly the report of three rifles
rang out, and the ballets perforated
the bed clothes and the pillows, and
the Morgans rushed to the bedsidp
to see it their victim was dead, while
bits of plastering, loosened by the
concussion, rained down from the
ceiling.
Martin, although it caused him con
siderable pain noiselessly dragged
himself out at the toot of the bed
which stood in a corner of the room,
and placed himself in a low chair
near the dool, and just as he had at
tained this favorable situation the
Morgans discovered the trick that
had Leen played them, and found
themselves confronted with a large
revolvef in the hauds of a very cool
aud brave man.
“Henry Morgan,” said Martin,
“yon and your sons are at my mercy.
Don’t move. You know how I han
dle this revolver. Move but a hair’s
breadth, any one of you aud I fire to
kill. .
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They stood transfixed. They were
not cowards, but they did not possess
the cool moral courage of Martin,
and the surprise to which they h -d
been treated complete!) unmii
them. To complete their c utiuion,
Martin gave the signal, ad Mrs. Ha
ze n and Esther came in.
“Why, girl,’ exclaimed Henry
Morgan, “How in tlie
“Not a word," interrupted Marlin,
sternly. “I will do tho tuiki ig now.
There arc chairs near yon, sit down,
do you hear?” and he pointed the re
volver at each one in turn, with such
rapidity that hi soem to covered all
at cnee.
“Mr. Morgan” Martin proceeding,
“I have all your lives in my hand.
Our families hare been at enmity for
generations—God knows for what.
You certainly have no reason to hate
me. I have never harmed you. I
have only offended you by marrying
Esther. This should rather have
made us good friends. You killed
my father and have twice tried to
murder me. Now I have you in my
power, but I am not going to kill you.
I am willing to forget and forgive
the past. Although you are a re
vengeful man, Henry Morgan, I be
lieve you have a generous nature.
Now, attend ; “H after this you try
to harm me, I will not spare you, but
if you will reconcile, take my hand
and say so, I will trust you, for I
know that you and your sons are men
who will not lie. Will you do it, or
will you depart with the same old ha
tred in your hearts?”
Henry Morgan had been sitting
with downcast eyes, bis empty riffle
poised upon one knee. He had trem
bled at first, apparently with sup
pressed rage, but now his better na
ture seemed to possess him, and af
ter a moment of thoughtful silence
he arose, loft his riffle standing
against the wall, walked across the
room, took Martin by the hand, and
said :
“Hazen, you make mo ashamed of
myself There’s my hand. Let’s tor
"et and forgive all round. Hereafter
you arc my friend and son-in-law.
The younger Morgans, catching the
same true spirit, shook hands with
Martin and between tho brave youth
and these rongh man there was a re
conciliation that was earnest and
abiding. They had tried to murder
him, now they would have killed a
dozen men to deiend him. Martin
tos cd his revolver upon the bed for
he knew lie could safely do so.
Rough men as the Morgans had been
all their lives, there was truth m
them—Martin knew it. Aud the
fued between the Morgans and the
Ilazens was at an end forever and
ever.
How to Put Children to Bed.
Not with a reproof for any of that
day's sins of omission or commission.
Take any other time than bed-time for
that. If you ever heard a little creature
sighing or sobbing in its sleep, you
could never do this. Seal their closing
eyelids with kisses and • blessing. The
time will come all too soon when they
will lay their heads upon their pillows
lacking both. Let. them, then, at least
have this sweet memory of a happy
childhood, of which no future sorrow or
trouble can rob them. Give them their
rosy youth. Nor need this involve wild
license. The judicious parent will not
so mistake my meaning. If you have
ever met tho man or woman whose eyes
have suddenly filled when a little child
has cropt trustiugly to a mother’s breast
you mar see one in whose childhood’s
home dignity and severity stood where
lore and pity should have been. Too
much indulgence have ruined thousands
of children; too much love, not one.
A young lady at a party recently,
asked a gentleman if he would take her
for eighteen. No, he replied, but I
would take you for life.