Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1879-08-10

this harvest home, extended SO far that
he even cleaned, fresh oiled and reloaded
his pistols, as we'll as polishing up the
knife to which he playfully applied the
stale name Of "toothpick. 2
Thus arrayed. he was giant Of beauty,
in his own eyes, and to be candid, he was
by no means dwarf in the eyes Of those
with whom he came in contact.
The place Of the picnic was in one Of
those park-like groves so peculiar to the
valleyssabout G Troy splendid oaks, no
underground. grassy slopes, and a stream
of water near by that looked like con-
densedl air. There was charming place
to eat, musicians from San Jose, and a
splendid platform .or dancing. Of course
the young people availed themselves Of
these advantages, and after the dinner
was over the musicians had no rest; and
the leader who, by the way, played a
coronet thought he never saw people so
tireless, and he was particularly struck
with the activity of Jack Culp.
Mr.. Jack Culp laid claims to being a
dancer. Next thing to putting heads on
men, his forte was to dance women off
their feet, and this was an occasion he
could not slip. He had importuned Jen-
ME Roberts SO often to dance, that to es-
cape him, she strolled up the stream,
girl-ike, thinking the eyes OF the bully
OF Gilroy were not on her. She sat down
on the rock where she imagined she was
secluded, when she heard step on the
grass, and, before she could rise, Jack
Culp was beside her, and his arm about
her waist.
Jennie sprang to her feet, and, with
flashing eyes, ordered him away; but he
rose with her, and said:
Jennie, thars no use in your irwin to
shake me. love you and you've got to
be my wife, even if I have to kill that
sneak, Frank Mason!'
Jennie Roberts was alarmed, and was
about to cry out, when suddenly form
sprang between her and Jack Culp, and,
looking, she saw Frank Mason, with tiery
eyes and snowy CHEEKS, between her and
the bully.
II have lost my patience with you, you
deg! Leave here!" cried the Infatuated
Mason.
Jack Culp, recovering himself, shouted
an oath and sent out his fist in reply.
Jennie screamed. and begged Frank to
desist; but the dam of his pent-up wrath
was down, and putting her gently back,
he buttoned up his coat with his left
hand, and leaped forward, with his right
extended.
The blow on the bully's face sounded
like pistol-shot, and was so we'll plant.
ed that Jack Culp fell like log, with
his eyes blinded and his nose bleeding.
Your bully, if beaten in skill and
strength, has ever the towards subter.
tuge-a concealed weapon. Jack Culp
had small arsenal, and, without rising,
he drew a pistol and fred. The we'll
meant ball sped wide of its mark.
Frank Mason was mad-so mad that
his impulse carried him in the same di-
rectlon had there been ten thousand Jack
Culps, with the triggers OF ten thousand
pistols under their index fingers firing at
HIS
Before Culp could fire again, his heavy
heels came down on his breast, an iron
grip was on his throat, and another grip
SO powerful on his right wrist, that It
weakened, and the pistol fell from it.
Frank Mason was lion with mad
bull in his talons. He never lost his
presence of mind, but logged the bully
till he roared for mercy; and then tax
ing Culp knife and pistols" HE threw
them into the stream, gave him final
kick that sent him onall- fours, and, with
Jennie on his arm, returned to the dane
ing.
Jack Culp went home after that, and
the next day Frank Mason received,
through the medium of another bully,
challenge. Being brave gentleman,
and brought up to look upon duelling as
barbarous of old, and the subterfuge of
murderer IN these days, he declined very
properly to consider it.
Jack Culp hoped for this, and at once
published Frank Mason as coward, and
gave it out that he would shoot him on
sight. His version Of the story was that
Mason had assaulted him, in cowardly
way. when he was not expecting the at
tack, and that, under the circumstances,
he could not resist the unmerited punish
ment he received.
Frank Mason's business did not take
him to town for ten days after the event
above narrated, and Jack Culp, who
spent his time foaming in the streets,
looked on this fact as an evidence of the
cowardice of the man he hated. He al
leviated his indignity, in the meantime,
by resorting to the cup, and SO was drunk
two-thirds of the time he was awake, and
his sleep was filed with dreams of ven
geance.
Jack Culp was in the bar of the Alma
den Saloon, and was relating, for the
thousandth time, his version of the diff
Guilty with Frank Mason, and vowlng to
kill him the moment he saw him, when
he ~as startled by hearing the words:
"Mason is here, ana now is your tlme!"
Jack Culp dropped his glass on the
floor, and, turning, saw Frank Mason
about ten PAGES Off
'You have threatened to kill me-now
is your chancen said Mason, raising his
weapon.
Jack Culp looked at the young farmer,
looked pleadingly at his brother DULLES,
and, seeing no hope, he turned and fled
through the back door; and Frank Ma
son, putting up his pistol, said, with
laugh:
''It wasn't even loaded; but I wanted
to show you men the stuff bullies are
made of"
After this Frank was looked upon as
very brave mana perfect Nelson in
courage-and when he married. Jennie
Roberts even the remaining bullles said
it was good match; and when, year
the news came that Jack Culp
was. hanged by the Vsgilantes for horse
stealing over on the San Joaquin, the
bullles agreed with the decent people
when they said, "He deserved his fate.''
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