of him abolt of his arms and hurrying him along. He was quiet, and looked uneasy; and he warn't hanging back any, but was doing some of the hurrying himself. Somebody sings out—

"Boggs!"

I looked over there to see who said it, and it was that
THE DEATH OF BOGGS.

Colonel Sberburn. He was standing perfectly still in the street, and had a pistol raised in his right land—not aiming it, but holding it out with the barrel tilted up towards the sky. The same second I see a young girl coming on the run, and two men