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Show turn the dogs loose on him, he weakened weak-ened and told all. Although wounded Adams had clung j to a floating log In the river and reached the opposite side unseen. He then made his way to Bailey's, a local desperado of the worst typo, a3 here remained until his wound healed. He knew Bailey well and distrusted him, and took means to insure his silence by shooting him through the head at the first favorable opportunity, and then made his way to the Lower Mississippi Mis-sissippi Hearing of the death of his wife and I the loss of his property he became desperate and returned to Alabama with the determination to kill every Doran on sight, and be found in his old slave a faithful and efficient coadjutor, co-adjutor, who was now awaiting his coming. Benson and the dogs were sent away, the negro was threatened with death if he gave an alarm, and the party set themselves to watch through the chinks in the logs. After two hours' watch one of the party gave a "hist, here ho comes," and a tall man camo trolling through the clearing, mounted on a big bay. It was Adams suro enough. He gave a low whistlo, and muttering to himself, him-self, dismounted, hid his horse and pushed open the puncheon door. Duffy was behind it and at once seized him. "Burt Adams, you are my prisoner in the name of the State of Alabama." In a flash the outlaw's bowie was out and the constable received a deadly thrust. The others at once pitched in, but Adams fought like a tiger, and it was not until he had been thrice shot through the body that he dropped. He uttered no word, but looked at his captors with a wild glare, and making a threatening gesture gest-ure with his hand, gave a shudder and was gone. ANT OLD ALABAMA FEUD. THE SPEEDY JUSTICE TO A DESPERATE DES-PERATE OUTLAW. How Hurt Ailanu Ilel Numerous Cowardly Cow-ardly Murders by a Man Who, Hup-posed Hup-posed to be Irowned. Mel Violent Death. In ISto there lived in Southorn Alabama Ala-bama two planters whose land joined and lay in that fertile delta between the Tombigby and Alabama rivers. Their names were respectively Adams and Doran. Burton Adams was generally gener-ally regarded as a dangerous man, ready to cut or shoot on alight provocation, provo-cation, but it was believed by his neighbors that his evil temper and bad habits were fostered and aggravated by his wife's teaching and example. She was at strife with all the families around and had no associates. Especially Espec-ially did she hate the Dorans. There were three brothers of this name and they and Adams had been schoolboys together and they did their best to maintain friendly relations with their quarrelsome neighbor, but tho trouble came at last On a visit to Mobile Mrs. Adams met two of the Doran sisters in a large millinery establishment. Regardless of the public character of the place she gave the two ladies a vulgar tongue-lashing and was at once ejected by the proprietor. Wild with rage the woman looked up her husband. Between drink and his wife's provocation provo-cation Adams scarce knew what was doing. He attacked the storekeeper store-keeper with a knife and cut him fearfully fear-fully and then mounted his horse and rapidly rode nway. The Dorans were at once warned, and towards evening Tierce, the oldest old-est brother, accompanied by several well-armed friends, started for home. The road ran by tho river bank and was bordered by dense shrubbery. Tierce was ahead, and suddenly a gun cracked and ho dropped from his Buddie. Bud-die. His friends rode into the thicket, but saw no ouo until a negro servant called out: "There he goes!" Sure enough, Burt Adams, on his big sorrel, was galloping away up the river road, lie was closely followed aud at the cry of "horse thief a number or people peo-ple ahead drew up across the road and turned the fugitive. The Alabama river was in flood, the current running like a mill race, and full of driftwood, but the murderer did not hesitate to plunge in. Before he was fifty yards away his pursuers were on the bank, and under a volley of rifle balls Adams went under. His horse made a struggle, but was swept away; but nothing vas seen of the rider. "A good riddance," was the general verdict Pierce Doran had a light for life, but finally recovered. Mrs. Adams had always been a cruel mistres?, but now her wickedness knew no restraint Her servants were beaten and mutilated until her neighbors became be-came indignant and protested, but in vain. At length the end came. One night in December the sky was lit by a red glow and it was known that the fire was at the Adams plantation. When the neighbors galloped up the mansion was glowing like a furnace aud the negroes were all shut up in their quarters, and the only answer they made to the inquiries of the whites was: "Fo' de Lord, Massa, we don't know nuthin' 'bout it" No one doubted but that the woman had been murdered by hor outraged bondsmen and the house fired. There were no witnesses but negroes, and they were not competent to testify, and so the matter ended. The plantation planta-tion and bands were Bold under a mortgage mort-gage held by one of the Mobile banks, and bought by Barnes Doran, who built a new house and moved there with his family. This was two years after the killing of Adams. One day a servant brought Mr. Doran a paper he had found on the house porch. It was addressed to Barnos Doran and warned him to leave the old Adams plantation, as the writer was resolved to avenge Burt Adams' death, and would kill any one living pn his lands. There was no signature, but Doran made investigations and found that one of his negroes who had been a slave of Adams', had left the plantation planta-tion that morning. Going to his overseer over-seer Doran said: "Here, Jonas, get a horse; take this note to Constable Duffy, and stop at Benson's and tell him to come at once and bring two of hU best dogs." Another messengor was sent to several of the neighbors and Inside of two hours a party of six armed men crossed the river. A coat of Sam's was produced and snuffed at by the dogs and, held in hand by the tracker Benson, they entered the woods. A rough road had been cut through the dense forest that reached to the Mississippi state line, but there were numerous hog tracks, and into one of these the dogs turned, nose to the ground. An hour's walk brought them to a small clearing, in which stood a low, log cabin. Smoke was coming out of the chimney at the end. "I thought so," said the constable, a brave little Irishman, "this is Bailey's old ranche, but he's away as I've a warrant agin' him for horse-stealing, and he left a year ago. Keep back the dogs and we'll make a rush." The party quickly surrounded the cabin and on entering found the fugitive fugi-tive negro building a fire on the clay hearth. He was quickly tied, but re-(usad re-(usad to talk until, under a threat to |