Abilene weekly reflector. [volume] (Abilene, Kan.) 1888-1935, 1891-06-11

thing. He inquired for some one who
would undertake the enterprise. He die
not think it should cost much. 1T il
dead easy to do" he said. "Jest ride
calmly up to the agency and beef him
and then ride away. That oughtn't tt
cost no fortune" and he was willing t.
give "hoss and outfit" and $500.
"rll go you," said bad looking gen
tleman called Curly Bill
Curly Bill was certainly very bao
man, as any one might see by examining
his six shooter. He had fled away the
sights as superfuous to one so sure anO
keen, and had taken out the trigger, trust
ing to explode his interesting weapon by
the simple process of letting the hammer
fall from his thumb. These changes IL
the ground plan of Colts Al always
bespeak bad man the wide west over.
and such was Curly Bill, the parsonage
who wanted to hire out to kill the agent.
Preliminaries were arranged and the
horse and outfit were turned over, in
company with $500 of the $500, and Curly
Bill rode away on his long pull for the
Ute agency.
Six weeks and their happenings vert
added to history, and so far nothing
foated back from Curly Bill One after.
noon he rode again into the camp in the
Gunnison country. The public crowded
about to learn of his success. Curly Bill
got out of the saddle and stepped into a
saloon. The public followed, and, at his
request, took drink with him. At last
Old Jones put the question:
'Did you get him, Curly!"
"No," said Curly Bill.
"Why not?"
"Well," said Curly Bill, with an
amiable drawl, "Tll tell you what's the
matter. You see the cuss offered me
s., 900 to come back and down you"
There was a profound silence. Old
Jones seemed thoughtful and cast down,
and the public walled. At last Old Jones
put another pertinent inquiry.
well, whatever do you allow you'll dc
about it?'
"Whatever'n you do about it," said
Curly Bill. "Will you raise him"
"S'pose l don't raise him" said Old
Jones; "s'pose 1 don't even call him?'
and an ugly glare began to shine in his
watery, gray eyes; albeit his voice was
low and his face calm.
"Well," said Curly Bill, with vast non
chalance, Sin that event reckon FL
have to go him."
The public took deep breath at this
announcement, and Old Jones seemed
plunged in thought again. AT last he
found his VOICE.
''Tll think this yere matter over, Bill
and reckon on fixing up something SC
you won't complain none of me. You be
yere and I'll come back in an hour"
Then Old Jones proceeded straight t.
his wagons, got his Winchester, and
coming in the back door of the saloon
wherein Curly Bill was refreshing him.
self after the campaign, blew that cele-
brated persons head off without word
Old Jones then gave himself up to the
citizens committee and demanded q
trial. 1t was had at once. Every mar
in the camp knew Of the killing and its
entire history. They all approved it too
1t was esteemed, however, not a proper
thing to allow the plot to kill the agent
to go abroad to the world The account
might, in unsBillful hands, become gar
bled and hurt the camps reputation
So when Old Jones was acquitted, which
denoument was rapid in its coming, the
verdict read thus:
Testified KILN on account of Curly
Bill insultin' of Old Jones wife"
This is true tale of the west.-Kan
sas City Star.