The Worthington advance. [volume] (Worthington, Minn.) 1874-1908, 1883-08-02

however. but he had Just praduated
tn ough that does not matter.
He dropped in upon the Small broth.
ers quite unexpectedly one afternoon
ana II Is needless to say that thew we're
glad to see him, and that they passed a
very pleasant evening. Nothing WA
SAD about Walker, for Gilbert and
Onarles, having an honest pride in their
ranch, were 10th to let Lieut.. Gerald
know how badly they were off in respect
The desperate happened to come
1Hiong, however, the very next morning.
Gnarles and Gerald were sitting in tie
dining room, when Gilbert who had
seen the gambler coming mn the road ,
suddenly rushed in.
"Old Clate Walkers cominq!" he ex.
claimed. Put out at the back doory'
Charles leaped to his feet, but our
young West Pointer arose more leisure
ly: "Who the dickens is old Clate Walk
err" he asked.
"a regular border terror! Adespera-
do! A ''killer" exclaimed Gilbert.
Hes likely to shoot any of US at sight
Come on after us!'
"Whatl run out of your own housed"
said Forney, surprised. "Why, what
hold has this fellow on you?"
mo hold whatever, but he's dead
shot and double-dyed murderer!'
cried Charles. You don't know him
as we do. Come along with us and get
out of his way"
Mot IT. exclaimed Forney-who per-
haps felt that his military reputation was
at stake. Take your shot guns and
stand ready in the kitchen. I'll stop
here and see Mr.. Waiker!" and he hur-
riedly took his revolver from his over
coat pocket, then stepped to the win
dow behind the desk on the counter.
With his customary oath, the gambler
and dead-shot kicked open the door
and strobe in. The young lieutenants sat
on the high stool behind the desk, ap-
parently reading the newspaper. He did
not look up.
Hello, you sneak" shouted Walter.
"Where are the tender kids what keeps
this blasted temperance hotel?"
~ think they've gone out to hide"
said Forney, carelessly turning his paper.
"They said there was man-eater, q
regular anthropophagus, coming, and
that they were going to hide some,
Walter stared: "Well! WE'LL" he ripped
struck in ten years! Right fresh from
paper. Pm young fellow, but I'm IA a
pretty nice one"
"Don't you give me any of your lipw
amp"
"How should II" said Forney. cts
none of my business. Pm only here on
a visit. don't care who you are"
The bully flushed, stung by the care
less contempt in Forney's tone. Sup
pose" he muttered, ticking a step to-
ward the counter, while a murderous
CLEAN crept into his eye, Suppose I
were to tickle your Adams apple with
MY dirk. what then?"
''Then I'd shoot you dead for the
scoundrelIy hound you are!" exclaimed
the young cadet, suddenly presenting
his cooked revolver full in Walkers face.
'"Move-stir a hand, and I'll shoot you
like dog!
''The first man that ever got the drop
on mel" gasped Walker; "and you a
''No matter what am" said Forney,
sternly. "1f you move a hand, I'll shoot
you! Gilbert! Charlie!"
The two brothers who, from the
kitchen, had heard the above dialogue,
and were several times on the point OF
taking to their heels out at the back
door, now entered, guns in hand.
"Cover him, Gilbert" said Forney.
IF he stirs hand, put load of buck
shot through him! Now, Charles, come
and take his pistols and his knife.''
A deep red flush mounted to Walkers
face. But he knew that the slightest
movement Oh his part would send two
charges of cold lead through his body.
! III r,v;kknl h;o fookh b,,k ~ nd
! less.
They disarmed him, then marched
aim out of the door and round the house
into the cattle corral in the rear of it.
This corral was built of adobe bricks, the
wall being from seven to eight feet high
and inclosing space about eighty feet
| square.
They gave him no chance to get the
start, but kept him covered with both
gun and pistol constantly. They gave
him a chair to sit en-, however, and
there he sat all day, watching the cadet
and Gilbert, and they him, while Charles
| rode post-haste to Alamosa to swear out
a warrant for his arrest and summon the
sheriff and his posse to take him.
| The officers, hearing that so danger
Gus a ruffian was really waiting their
disposal, were not SLOW in responding to
Charles Small's summons; and by three
O'Clock that afternoon the young lieu.
tenant had the satisfaction of seeing the
"border terror" taken into legal custody
and marched off to Jail.
| But as is often the case i'm the far west
the prisoner was lynched instead OF be-
ing fairly tried and convicted of his
crimes. He was taken forcibIy from Jail
by a masked party from one of the neigh
boring mining camps. the third night
after being lodged there, and hanged
without any form of trial to the nearest
tree.-Youth's Companion.