Daily Yellowstone journal., 1885-10-25

troll. He drank hard. and his c ndu I bc
came so into!e able that he Was Il schar ed
al Durango ,e hung about the Nd p At
eau city FIR several weeks. insisting upon
unemployment aud being refused, he
vowed with 'ayage imprecalonS Ia wredk
his vengeance upon my father 10y means
Of his family. Much rs we ,hrn from
his uncouih roughness, we Ch lirrn had
been much impressed by The quaint turns
Of Tn pmps"ns spe oh, and many OF his
pictures ue ihioms are household words
in our naturer years
know man whom ! seem to see al
ways in a two fold character, lie is
handsome Of rare socia gifts. composed,
accomplished, debUnuir versatile. a
dawdler ON siikcn cushions, the idol OF
women, aud gwen to posing-lazily-as a
squire of danes happen to have trod-
den, at later da p, the ground OF this
lawless Youth, aud | eau but smile AT
thought uf the CONSERVATION among the
fair ii lhcy knew the record Of his life AS
know il Watching his languld repose
in cOrrer' parlur prec nets or sdrdnnlcilly
contemplation The eagcriiess OF his reccp.
ton in gay AIRY Of dancers, pictured
him in my launy ~ tie hero OF certain
mad rite nuI If ~an Ant Inio de BeNar,
before crowd who ClamOrCd Tor his life
seem 10 So IN in the street OF iron.
tier town, facing score OF men, with
three corI.rs. ltrlcSs through his hand,
living Mt his rrt remember what his
whilom rnmHl Il told me OF this mans
GOODNESS and desperate cuura &c AS lac knet
all one ia = summer day loaling aud firing
across H. b,nlhUrs b0dy-Onc of the little
group Upsie ell by Indians on the Siaked
Plains. liut KEEP his counsel Even
the urgrucg of iva women his mother
aud she who owns his allegiance has
wrung from me No account Of his lille Ia
lands unguieL For while his eyes
cleaned strong distrust of my discretion,
but at last my reticeHce won his confidence
and faith We were driving one day
across the wide hare plains in Que Of our
southern counties when, in answer 10
some sntirical prediction Of spinSierhUod
in pcnauce for my whims, said:
" ray, dou't say that; you 'disencour,
are me
4 shadow drifted across his face: his
voice was several tones lower when he
said.
"Do you mind telling me where you
founl that word You use II often. but
never heard ii from another person save
one
Nor |. And assure you use il in
bravado LARGELY for with every utterance
Of the word feel the shadow of a dark
cloud of fear that has hung over me for
years
lie turned g. look at me
+" on afraid OF what You handle
mice, and dead snakes, and gun as read
lily as d. " hat else. then, does a
woman fear"
No. but indeed meant IL am mis-.
erably-ah 'cciy-afraid Of one man.
And then told him. briefly and sketch.
ily, Of our adventure at the salt well, and
my subsequent, ever present terror of the
man Thompson When had finished,
he looked absentIv at the distant noun.
tains with q strained look In his blue
eyes aud his face for all the heat, was
pallid
"Do you remember your drivers given
name"
IL think-ycs, AL
Tall. you say slabsided, with a
crease down the point of his nose Any
popularity Of gait:"
lie leaned upon his left foot aud he
had fashion Of hitching up his trousers,
sailorwise.
Il hoped never to re all that scene. 10
words, said the man at my side but
you arc q oval woman. and would do
much To dSpel that haunting fear.
know what horror IL must be tC one like
you. Well you need fear no harm in
future from Al Thompson; he is dead
- cad ] can hardly believe it, Did
yau see him ey'
Il saw him die DO YOU remember
that passed through Los Angeles in -
the time | called you out Of school TO
go To the races with me: Well, had
Just brought big bunch of cattle up
from Texas. and Al Thompson was one
of my hcrlers lie was an ugly devil.
naturally. and as you know
drink warmed up The murdero1s
instinct reNeral Of the boys had
told me Thompson had struck
them TO put me out Of The way and run
oil the herd but they were all good men
Twice OF the triD stray bullet had sung
past NV ears still. had no proof. We
Camped three miles out of Seven Rivers.
Thompson went into the town lie got
drunk enough 20 want blood was sit,
ting IN front of the tent when he rode up
and be an shooting He got In three
shots from his revolver before | could get
my hands free from the whip.lash | was
braiding Then caught up my Win,
chester and fred with my left hand, just
as his fourth shot kHorked off my hat
lie would have killed me il he had beeu
/ less drunk, for he was tine best shot
ever saw, aud not forty feet away. My
bullet struck him here. lie threw back
his splendid head, and touched one finger
10 his own white throat We buried
him there under the mosquitoes an
glad 10 ease Your mind