The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1886-01-15
The Terror

cred with bristles-hands covered with
hair-a voice like the BELOW of a bull
a natural swagger to his gait-eyes like
a mad dog's-mouth no cleaner than a
hog's-a clustering, roaring, malicious
brute.
Such was the Terror.
A mile from the little town he halted
his horse and braced his courage with
half a pint of whisky. 1t was q fluid
which would have killed a dog; he
smacked his lips over it. He pulled
out his revolvers and saw that they
were loaded and in order. He drew his
bowie-knife from its 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, fight
ing beast, proposed to intimidate, over
awe, shoot, STAY and kill. The people
had never seen him; he would show him
self 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 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 les
sons were recited. 1t was an hour of
peace.
"Yi! vi! vi! Shoot! Crack! Bang!"
The Terror had struck the town. In
five minutes he had captured it. Two
men lay dead in front of the store-an-
other ut the door of the blacksmith shop
two moro were grooming with griev-
Gus 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 hav yer ightin' men hid
way? Whoop! Heven't We got a wo-
man in this town who can aim a gun?
Waugh! we set of babiesm
There Was a woman Her husband
was the first mar 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, walk
ed into the bedroom, and was back in q
moment with a rifle. Kneeling down
at the window she pushed the barrel
over the sill, aimed straight at the Ter
ror's head, and pulled the trigger.
''Whoop! Waugh! They call me
the Terror! Come out and see me and
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 wound
ed and stunned they tied him stout and
fast.
'Say, men, he called as his senses
came back, what does this mean!
Come, unite me! l was only in fun, you
know. Tn the best hearted fellow in
the world; wouldn't harm a chick
en-
"You must dic!"
1t was the voice of the woman who
had1ired the shot, and she still held the
rifle in her hand. Twenty feet away
was the ~liftiess 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 joke!'
Get arope"
The voice of the woman had the ring
of steel in it and her eyes had such a
stony, merciless look that men retreat
ed a step. A rope vas brought.
"For Gods sake! don't murder me!''
whined the Terror. "Oh! you won't
you can't-you don't dare to-! I'm sor-
ry I took your town-won't never do
such a thing again! Say! you may have
my horse and shooters!"
The woman madea moose with her own
hands.
Throw the free end over that limb!'
she commanded.
"Oh! have mercy! I'm an innocent
man. This woman is c~razy-keep her
away!"
With her own hands she placed the
moose overhis head, and then stepped
back and said:
~,
Every one take hold!'
ooh! YOU mustn't! Tn a bad man! ]
want time to repent! l can't die
this
Pull him up!'
Twenty strong arms walked away
with the rope, and the Terror was pull.
ed. He Observation-Disclosures
round and round and died the death o.
adog.
Not until all was over did the wo,
vans stony gaze leave his face. Wher
the body hung limb and %lifcless she
turned away, walked yer to that o:
her husband, and sinking down beside
it she mourned and wept and could MOI
be comforted. She was a woman
again.
Half a mile below town is a head
board beside the highway: On it is en-
graved:
- 1.-THE TERROR
/: "FIumblcd to the Dust by a Woman" /:
!,
, And you have the story just as the,
told it to me.-Detroit Free Prees.
The Ambulance.
' This is a modern invention of French
origin. In ancient times the wounded