Pullman herald. [volume] (Pullman, W.T. [Wash.]) 1888-1989, 1890-05-31


waiting for the marquis, and that he
would be riddled with bullets the mo-
ment he stepped from the train. The
train pulled into the depot at the Bad
Lands, and De Mores, with each hand
carelessly laid, but ready for quick use,
on a pair of handsome silver mounted
repeaters, stepped out on the platform.
Bad men galore crowded around him,
but when they saw the plucky nerve Of
the young aristocrat they honored and
respected him for it, and not single
arm in all that vast crowd was raised to
do him the least harm.
DIME NOVEL CHARACTER.
The story of his life in this country is
quite interesting. He first landed at New
York in August, 1882 Before long he
became attracted by the stories of the
new country along the line of the North
ern Pacific railroad in Dakota and Mon
tana, and soon afterward he came out in
person to investigate for himself. With
a sombrero on his head, red shirt on his
back, corduroy trousers tucked into very
long legged boots, and with plenty of
silver mounted jewelry in his belt, he
pursued his investigation far and wide
on horseback, and finally decided to
found a city. He bought outright six
square miles of land on the Little Mis-
souri, river, which was then considered
to be, by the wise men of the northwest,
about the very worst bit of earth on the
whole North American continent. Hence
the knowing ones shook their heads
gravely and predicted ruin.
He built a rude shack Of logs and mud
which he furnished luxuriantly for his |
wife, secured large tracts of government
land and bought numerous herds of cat
tie. At first the herders and roaming
COWBOYS of the Bad Lands looked upon
him to be an adventurous crank, who
would surely leave the country after he
had secured a few hunting trophies to
carry back to Paris. They hated him be-
cause he had a servant and wore clean
clothes. He was ''monOpoliSt," they
said, who was going to fence in the coun-
try. They tried to scare him away, but
they found he had been a soldier once
and would not scare. The COWBOYS said
he had come drive them all off their
ranches. The hunters declared he was
going to buy up their buffalo grounds: /
and, to own the truth, the young man |
did really act as if he were going to buy
the earth.
Before many days he won the respect
of his western neighbors in more ways
than one, but still they took him to be a
well plumed bird that ought to be pluck
ed and who could be easily swindled
Their ire was raised to the highest pitch
when the Marquis gained control OF
about 80, 5000 acres of land in Montana,
which took in the three principal trails
through which the cattle were driven to
the east, south and west.
A STARTLING ADVENTURE.
The cowboys began to shoot the French
mans cattle wholesale and menaced his
herders when the latter were off duty.
Appeals to the sheriff proved useless; SO
finding himself in bad fix the Marquis
determined to take the matter into his
own hands and stop the matter himself.
He declared if he found a man killing
his animals he would shoot the rascals
like he would steer. In six months he
was shot at by an unseen enemy no less
than eighteen times. His most bitter foes
were man named Mitchell and an old
buffalo hunter called Luffrey.
One day while riding over the prairie,
accompanied by one of his most faithful
followers, man named Paddock, bull
let whistled by his head, the smoke curl
ing from little bunch of sage brush
about 200 yards in front. Without
moments hesitation the marquis dug his
spurs into his horses tanks and dashed
head foremost directly toward the ann
bush. The ringleader of the gang jumped
to his feet and leveled Winchester at
the marquis; but the latter like flash,
and while going at full speed, drew his
little silver mounted repeater, and the
rise no more.
Another of the band was badly wound
ed, and the rest quickly leaping to their
horses, sought safety in fight. The
Frenchman was very popular after this
little incident, for his craftsmanship in
stilled a great deal of respect into the
minds of the bloodthirsty herders. and
there was peace in the Bad Lands from
that time thenceforth. Nevertheless, he
had three trials before justices of the
peace for the so-called offense, and was
three times acquitted; yet he was again
indicted by Dakota jury for murder,
and languished in the Bismarck jail
many days before he finally gained his
freedom.
The Marquise de Mores is lovely wo-
man. She is an American, but thorough.
ly devoted to her brave husband. She
is handsome little brunette, one of the
best lady rifle shots in the world, and
she rides as well as she shoots.-St Louis
Globe-Demoerat.