Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1885-12-24

him; he would see that they remenl-
bered his name and the date of his
visit.
In the town men were at work on the
streets-in shops. Women sat in their
doors or passed to and fro. From the
open windows of the school-house came
the voices of the children as lessons
were recited. 1t was an hour of peace.
"Yi! vi! vi! Shoot! Crack! Bangi"
The Terror had struck the town. In
five minutes he had captured it. Two
men lay dead in front of the store-an-
other at the door of the blacksmith shop
two more were grooming with grievous
wounds.
"Whoop! waugh! Come out. ye
skulks! I'm the only and original Ter
ror! Hundreds initiate memo one
equals my style! Who owns this bloody
town? Whar hev yer fightin' men hid
way? Whoop! Heven't We got woman
in this town who kin aim a gun?
Waugh! We set of babiesr'
There soas a woman. Her husband
was the first man shot, and her eyes
were upon him as he fell She did not
scream out nor faint away. Her face
turned whittier than chalk-she gasped
for breath two or three times, and then
her teeth shut hard. The sewing fell
from her hand, and she rose up, walked
into the bedroom, and was back in a
moment with rifle. Kneeling down at
the window she pushed the barrel over
the sill, aimed straight at the Terror's
head. and pulled the trigger.
'.Whoop! Waugh! They call me the
Terror! Come out and see me and
shake"
He threw up his arms as the rifle
cracked, and lurched out of the saddle to
the ground, the bullet raking his skull.
Three or four men ran to him at once,
and finding that he was wounded and
stunned they tied him stout and fast.
''Say, men," he called, as his senses
came back, s'what does this mean! Come,
unite me! was only in fun, you know.
I'm the best-hearted fellow in the world:
wouldn't harm chicken"
'You must die!"
1t was the voice of the woman who
rifle in her hands. Twenty feet away
| was the lifeless body of her husband.
| She did not even look at it.
You don't mean it gasped the Ter
ror. You wouldn't murder me for my
little joker
.'Get roper
| of steel in it, and her eyes had such a
| treated a step. A rope was brought
"For Gods sake! don't murder mer'
whined the Terror. s'Oh! you won't
you can't-you don't dare to! I'm sorry
I took your town-won't never do such
thing again! Say! you may have my
horse and shootersr'
| own hands.
Throw the free end over that limb!'
she commanded.
''Oh! have mercy! I'm an innocent
man! This woman is crazy-keep her
away!"
With her own hands she placed the
moose over his head, and then stepped
back and said:
Every one take holdr'
''Oh! you mustn't! I'm a bad man!
l want time to repent I can't die
this
Pull him up!''
Twenty strong arms walked away
with the rope. and the Terror was
pulled ten feet from the ground. He
struggled-whirled round and
round and died the death of a dog.
Not until all was over did the wom-
ans stony gaze leave his face. When
the body hung limp and lifeless she
turned away, walked over to that of
her husband, and sinking down beside
it she mourned and wept and could
not be comforted. She was woman
again.
Half mile below the town is head
board beside the highway. On it is en-
| graved: