Alpena weekly argus. [volume] (Alpena, Mich.) 1871-1893, 1874-10-07

es another step toward me, get'
the contents of this pistol"
Instantly the red whiskered fel
low paused, and then broke into {
coares laugh in which all the bar.
room joined.
"Doc. you've grit! he cried, ap
pr a hing our hero, and extended
his horney hand. "You'll get
along bully. We wor tryin' you
doc. tryin' you, that's ALL"
The youth saw that the giant
spoke the truth, and the next mo-
ment his hand was almost crushed
in great palm.
Then the clinlking of glasses fol.
lowed, and among the "wi!d men
of Kansas the physician was the
hero Of the hour.
In short time the physician
had erected neat cabin, over the
door of which he displayed his
sign, and waited for a patient. He
had discovered that he had settled
in an extremely healthy country
but one as extremely lawless.
The acknowledged border ruf.
fans of early Kansas were expert
with the revolver, and when they
shot it was to kill, and kill they in
yariably did. Once or twice the
doctor was called to dress wounds
received in an affray, which, how
ever bloody, caused no excitement
in Dead. mans Gulch, and he be-
gan to think of seeking another
locality where disease was O fire.
quent visitor, when the adventure
of his life occurred.
One evening he was suddenly
summoned, surgical instruments
and all, to the hotel, to attend a
man who had just been wounded
by desperate.
"He's likely young fellow" said
the messenger, and Rob shot him
down without mercy. He don't
live hyar but comes down ocassion-
ally looking after some gal, /
b'lieve."
The crowd drew back as the
doctor entered, and he saw a fig
ure stretched out upon the counter.
"He's got to pass in his checks
this time Doc.," said man leaning
over the bar. "Just open his jack
ct, will yer, aud look where Black
Bob's lead visited him."
With hands already accustomed
to the touch of blood, ALI. Wood
draw aside the gray jacket, and
saw the ghastlicst of wounds in the
right breast. Then he looked at
the victims face. He was q young
man about his own age, and quite
handsome. He was unconscious,
as well, and breathed heavily. The
pulse hearalded speedy death, and
when the doctor looked up, it was
to shake his head.
"Doc. well make ups a purse for
you If you save 'im," said six
footer, approaching the physician /;
"an' by hockey! well give you plen-
ty to do besides"
"Nothing can save him. His
right lung is terribly shattered he
is dying now"
The last words still quivered on
our hero's lips, when the wounded
man moved spasmodically on the
counter, gasping once-then he was
dead.
Il wonder who he was," said the
doctor. t 'r
81 never saw him before to-day"
al think he called himself Jones,
but that wasn't his true name.
When man comes from the States
he gets o new handle. But l want
to see you privately, Doc"
The last sentence was spoken in
a low tone, and ALI. Wood followed
the speaker from the bar.
81 war the first to open his jack
et," said the borderman, "an' this
is what found in the inside pocket.
It's letter that will likely tell
suthin' about him. / never did
run much to readin' or writin', so
/ saved it for you, Doc, who do"
With eagerness the youth took
the letter, which had been carried
long time by the murdered boy
for boy the man on the counter
seemed--and glanced at the Chi
Biography. "Tis letter from a
woman" he said. "Some love af-
fair, no doubt, which will tell us
but little. / can't decipher it in
this dim light"
"Take IL with You Doc. You kin