St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1885-12-16
THE TERROR.
He Was a had Man and Did Not Care
TO Die,

Detroit Free Press.
A burIy form-a thick necklace
covered with bristles-hands covered with
hair-a voice like the below of bull-a
natural swagger to his gait-eyes like a
dogs-mouth no cleaner than hog's-a
clustering, roaring, malicious brute!
Such was the Terror.
A mile away from the little town he
halted his horse and braced his courage with
half pint of whisky. 1t was a fluid
which would have killed dog; he smacked
his lips over it. He pulled out his re-
volvers and saw that they were loaded and
in order. He drew his bowie-knife from it's
sheath and tried the keen edge.
He was going to capture the town and
run it.
This thick-necked human brute, this
staggering, drunken, boasting, fighting
beast, proposed to intimidate, overawe,
shoot, Stay and kill. The people had never
seen him; he would show himself off. Some
of them had never heard of him; he would
see that they remembered his name and the
date of his visit.
In the town men were at work on the
streets-in the 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 re-
cited. 1t was an hour of peace.
''Yi! Vi! vi! Shoot! Crack! Bangw
The Terror had struck the town. In
five minutes he had captured it. Two men
lay dead in front Of the store-anOther at
the door Of the blacksmith shop-two more
were groaning with grievous wounds.
''Whoop! waugh! Come out, ye skulks!
I'm the only and original Terror! Hun
dreds initiate me-no one equals my style!
Who owns this bloody town? Whar hev
yer fghtin' men mid away? Whoop!
Heven't We got woman in this town who
kin aim gun? Waugh! ye set of babies!"
There was 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 a 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-p'
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. 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 dep
1t was the voice of the woman who had
fired the shot, and she still held the 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 Terror.
You wouldn't murder me for my little
jOke!"
''Get rope!''
The voice of the woman had the ring of
steel in it and her eyes had such stony,
merciless look that men retreated step.
A rope was brought.
For Gods sake! don't murder me!''
whined the Terror. "Oh! you won't-you
can't-you don't dare to! Pm sorry took
your town-wOn't never do such thing
again! Say! you may have my horse and
shooters!'
The woman made moose with her own
hands.
Throw the free end over that limbr' she
commanded.
''Oh! have mercy! I'm an innocent man.
This woman is crazy-keep her awayw
With her own hands she placed the moose
over his head, and then stepped back and
said
Every one take hold!'
ooh! you mustn't I'm bad man!
want time to repent! can't do this''-
Pull him up!'
Twenty strong arms walked away with
the rope, and the Terror was pulled ten
feet from the ground. He Kicked
struggled---whirled round and round and
died the death of a dog
Not until all was over did the woman's
stony gaze leave his face. When the body
hung limp and lfeless 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 a head
board beside the highway. On it is en-
graved:
1.-THE TERROR
:"Humbled to the dust by q woman:
And you have the story just as they told
it to me.