The Delaware ledger. (Newark, Del.) 1879-19??, 1886-11-06
A Bad Man.

NAiN was dlihih VI MN, anu WIFI
one night at the bar of the "Sunset
Casino" he boosted of having killed
twenty-seven men up on the Kansas
border he was unanimously set down
by his hearers as a "holy terror"
whom it would be dangerous to fool
with.
"Yaasl" he cried, striking the
bar with his first, give killed twenty
seven men up on the Kansas border,
and the first galoot that looks cross
eyed at NELL be my meat?"
All hands looked forward with
their eyes as straight as possible, and
a painful silence fell upon the room.
Mike saw the impression his words
had made, and jerking out his six
shooter he cleverly shot away the
neck of a "bitters" bottle which stood
on shelf behind the bar. The tar
antula-juise" dispenser smiled sweet
ly, as though such sport pleased
him, and Mike began to shoot out
the lights. Then he walked out,
mounted his pony, and rode up and
down the town yelling like a Com
manche. He gave similar exhibi-
tons whenever he visited town, and
although other men were arrested
and heavily fined by local magis-
trate for less offenses, Mike was
never bothered, and after awhile he
got it into his head that he was
really hard, bad man from Bitter
Creek
About three miles from the tenn
porary ranch where Mike was hold
ing his small herd of cows was a
ranger camp. One morning at roll
call the commander of the scouts de-
tailed scout well known along the
frontier as "Mad Milton" and hand
ed him warrant.
Milton" he said, "here's warrant
for Mike Dosy. 1t appears that he
has been doing just about as he
pleased lately in town, and none of
the officers there care to risk their
lives in attempting his arrest. The
squire gave me this warrant yester-
day, and | want you to execute it.
Take your prisoner on to the jail
and lock him up"
"All right, captain" answered Mil
ton, and he went out to the corral
and saddled his horse.
When he rode up to Dosy's camp
the slayer of twenty-seven men, was
busily engaged in the peaceful labor
of holding off" a young calf while
his wife MIXED the mother COW.
"Dosy," began Milton, refining up
beside the bad man, give got a war
rant for you"
"W-h-a-tl' was Mikes astonished
ejaculation, and he swelled up like
a turkey-gobler, and tried to look
bad.
I've got Il warrant for you," re-
peated the ranger, "and I'm going to
take you to jailm
Me !" cried Dosy. ME, take me
ter jail? Well, | reckon mott"
He dropped the calfropc and laid
his hand on his six-shooter.
yen hev' me ter kill fustr' he
beloved, and pulled the weapon
from the scabbard.
Before he could raise the pistol to
shoot, Mad Milton leaped from his
saddle and bore the bad man to the
ground. He wrcnched the six-shoot-
Or from his grasp, and Selling a rope
tied the bully hand and foot.
"Look here, Mike" he said, in his
cool, determined way, "you've boast
ed that the whole ranger outfit could
not arrest you, haven't your"
"Yaas," faltered the bad man,
but l reckon l was drunk when |
did it. Let me up an I'll 60 with
ye.'
"Iou have been shouting EN- up
lately at the post, and trying to APP
peer bad, haven't you?"
"laas; | wuz jest havin' a little
fun"
"You have boosted that you had
killed twenty-seven men on the Kan
sas border, haven't you?n
"Wcll, | mighter scd suthin ter
that pint"
Nov, Nike" continued the scout,
you know that you are not only Il
coward but liar as we'll. A boy
could arrest you. You're not bad,
and you never killed a man in your
life unless you talked him to death. -
"I-I-' began Dosy, but Mil
tom interrupted him.
You have been slashing around
here under false colors, and a great
many people are afraid of you. If
you had quietly submitted to arrest
like a gentleman would have taken
you TO jail in a gentlemanly manner,