The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1889-08-29
THREE MoRrALs WANTS
One Wanted a Retraction, One Some
Elixir, and the Third the Doodle.
gsroY, the Nam York SIM

Elixir, and the Third the Doodle.
From the Nsp York Sun.
A plague of cattle thievinS had broken
out violently in New Mexico, and the ranc b
owners were losing horses and cattle in
great numbers when Gen. Lew Wallace,
then governor of the territory, was finally
prevailed upon to offer a reward of S500for
the capture and conviction Of the thieves.
| Bill Carnis had bad good deal TO do with
| prompting the governors action by pub
fishing a rafting story Of the depredations
/ under the sensational title Of THE Forty
| Thieves and sendingit to the general along
with very appreciative tive-column re-
| view Of ben Hurn Carnis was the news
paper boss of New Mexico.
Just as soon as the reward was offered
Jim Goodspeed, the deputy sheriff of Lin
coin county, which adj joined the county in
which Carnis' paper was Published, turned
up in the editorial rooms.
Pm for law and order, am, lie shouted,
land I'm going in for that ERE reward.
W allace is a brick
Good enough" replied the editor. "Go
it,"
Strange TO say, the depletion of the ranch
beeves continued, and the horses grew
scarcer. earns took a hand in inyestigat-
ing the mystery on his own hook, and got
evidence that the deputy sheriff was "inn
with the cattle thieves. He printed the
news with big headlines. 1t made ire
mendous sensation among the gamblers
and toughs, and the respectable citizens as
well.
Two days later the mail brought this
message:
Take that back or I'll get square. JIM
The paper came out next issue day with a
lot more about the forty thieves, but no re-
traction of the story that the deputy sheriff
was cattle thief Word came to the office
that Goodspeed had said ne would kill the
man who wrote the lie.
He sailed into the sanctum one day with
tremendous flourish. He hadn't sent in
any card beforehand. He had a big over
coat on, and the way the pockets bulged
showed that he had shooting irons in both
sides of the coat. His shooting irons were
always loaded, too. He went at Carnis
like a cyclone sweeping the prairie, when
the latter got up and looked arouf1 at him.
Say, you're the duck that wrote that
"Ahw
Hump (clutching his rsvolver)
81 said AN"
Don't ah me. 1 say you wrote that
screed in the paper"
"Welin
Huh" stepping forward threateningly.)
II said Well
"Wel! Well it's lie, that's well.
And came to lay you out if you don't say
| so in your paper,n
"YesF'
whats thatr'
II said 'Ye5.'n
, Ivy hat in = do you mean guying me?
I'll blow your head off for a copper"
| DON'T
"W-w,w-whatl" with gasp of amaze
ment)
Carnis had gripped shooting iron of his
own by this time, and a strange look came
into his eye. He strobe close up to Good
speed.
81 said, DON'T You heard me, too. I
mean it,"
Cit out"
mo, there isn't any git out to it. see
you've brought your guns with you. If you
draw III try some of The drop business my
| SELF
Don't get excited now" (Goodspeed was
toning down fast in his bravado crescendo.)
II may not get there first, but if don't.
and Mike hears of 1t, there will be funeral
In Lincoln county, and Jim Goodspeed will
play the sad and solemn role of che man in
the coffin"
Mike was the boss gambler Of New Mex
leo, and he was known all over the territory
as Carnis' friend. That meant he'd fight
anybody who troubled the editor. AS he
was dead shot, his likes and dislikes were
treated with wholesome Difference by the
toughs Goodspeed backed water swiftly
as the editor talked business.
''Say, there isn't any use of getting mad
because fellow objects to being called a
thief
why, - your hide, you're thief, and
you know itn
The edi or pulled his revol yer suddenly as
he said it aud continued;
~, 'Gitl or rll try some target practice on
that ugly face of yours"
Goodspeed got He fled to Lincoln eounty
as fast as his horse could carry him. The
fever to clear out the sanctum had all left
him. He wasn't afraid. of Carnis. but he
did have wholesome dread of Mike, the
boss gambler He had very narrowly es-
capped running into bullet from Mikes
pocket annihilator in little tiff with the
boss gambler, and he wasn't anxious to test
the current report about Mixes proves
with firearms
Three weeks later a marked COPY of a
Lincoln county exchange came into the
sactum of the editor who had the boss
gambler for friend and protector. 1t had
a column of poorly printed matter with
this stirring heading:
Jim Goodspeed Lynehed!
| Lincoln County Deputy Sheriff Caught Stealing
Horse and Hung by Vigilance
Committeeman