San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1886-09-30
A SISTERS VENGEANCE.
CLARA PHILLIPS, TO ACCOMPLISH
HER END WORKS AS A
COWBOY.
She Kills the William Who Betrayed Her
Sister and Finds a Speedy Exit
From the World.

She Kills the William Who Betrayed Her
Sister and Finds a Speedy Exit
From the World.
Dick Burnand Is an English boy, who
in the spirit OF adventure, came to San
Antonio some time ago to WOO the de-
sired, but tickle Dame Fortune. He
didn't find the old lady, but he found
her ill-favOred daughter, Miss Fortune,
and che chung TO him with the tenacity
of a love-lorn damsel. Dick was the
son of an English squire In reduced cir
cumstances. and was ambitious. He
had some idea of going abroad, making
his pile, and then returning to share IL
with the old folks at home. Just then
he got hold Of kingsbury Emigration
paper that showed Texas to be the I'll
Dorado of the wOrld-and more tOo-and
ted to the opinion that
DOLLARS GREW UPON MESQUITE TREES,
and that there was fortune for every
one who would only come and get IT,
Texas, therefore, was the country he
wanted, so packing up his little all, he
got the old peoples blessing, and came
TO San Antonio as fast AS the steamer
and rail could carry him.
Dick soon found that ale lie" Perkins,
Joel Mulhatton and kindred prevarIca-
tors must have had hand In that En-
grafton paper. There were fortunes
20 be made, ii was true, but II required
money or cOnfOunded long
dig to get at them. The people,
however, gave him kind reception
and Dick decided If there wasn't for
tune for him he'd make one. lie went
around for work but times were very
dull, and there was scarcely enough
work TO employ our own people so q
stranger hadn't much chance. At this
time Dick met ranCherO, who had
ranch on the Red river, and who offered
him $40 per month and board and lodg
ing, for his services. lie wisely took 1t
hoping to gain experience, and TO amass
a little capital to better work for his for
tune
When Dick got to his new quarters
he proved 10 be green and the boys
guyed him considerably, but they gave
him the
HAND or TRUE FELLOWSHIP,
rs all Texans do to strangers, and helped
him as far rs possible, so he soon be-
came proficient and trusted. One day
Dick and a companion, Gus Thompson,
gOod-hesrted boy, who came from
Chicago, where he had some trouble,
which ocoasioned hurried journey to
Texas, were out on round up. when
they came upon two mounds that were
apparently human graves.
"HellO," said Dick jOkingly, sis this
your private cemetery"
Hush" answered Gus and his face
became clouded. Those graves are
sacred to the boys, and-to me. There's
n sad story about them, Did you ever
hear Of George Phillips? No? Well
chen III fell Won tnp story ~
"One day, long before you came
here, pretty etlemnate looking
boy came to the ranch. He
wanted work and he wanted rest. He
was hungry. foOt-sOre, and was evident
Iy pretty low down in the world, but he
mad got fine pair OF pistols and a dar-
ling winchester, and he seemed to love
them. By gOss, and couldn't he use
those shooting irons! We kind OF took
to him. The boss made him general util-
ity and he became the handiest thing
about the shanty. The boy said his
name was George Wilson, that he had
HAD TROUBLE IN KANSAS,
and for his safety proposed to stay re.
cluded in Texas. That was all we could
get out Of him, but it was enough. Out
wardly he WAS Jolly, but we all saw
there was some dark cloud upon his life
and that even his laughter was tinged
| with sadness.
Our shanty was near the trail end
sometimes we'd get a visitor who knew
there was always something TO eat han
| DIV and shake-down. Whenever q
stranger came, George would eye him
closely, would clutch his shooting irons
nervously and he would appear to be
sticking something. Then look OF evil
dent disappointment would pass over
his face. One morning a fine, handsome
stranger rode up and stopped with us
lie was a genial cuss, and said that he
had ranch a few miles beyond Ford
city and his name was Bob Owens. Jusi
then George came in, eyed the stranger
eagerly, and for the first time, seemed
to be well satisfied. Then he went
out, and In few minutes he
returned, carrying with him his trusty
winchester. Looking squarely at Bot
Owens, he carelessly said: Say, Hal
how are your" Owens looked at him II
n startled manner, blushed. seemed per,
picked and answered in q stammerinl
way, Quite well, thank you" Sud
denly George raised his gun and er,
Owens could complete his sentence said
"YoU KILLED FANNIE,
now | kill yru; we are quits" Their,
was a report and Owens fell. We rushe,
W nIlh anu sopn pa" ,na. vi
ance. Owens was dead. While w
were tending Owens there was anothe
report, and we knew that George Ia,
shot himself. | went to him and saw
his life blood oozing from his breast.
opened his shirt to give him air an,
staunch the blood, when l found unmis
taxable evidence that George was