The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1892-06-23
A MODEL OF ORDER.
Cripple Creek Is Well-managed
Town With a Boss Marshal.
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Cripple Creek Is Well-managed
Town With Boss Marshal.
From the DenUer Republican.
II there is any proof required at this late
day that Cripple Greek is model of good
order it could be furnished by an incident
few nights ago. Two miners were DESTROYS
of settling the time-worn grGdge with
natures weapons, and we're repairing to
suitable spot, when the marshal stepped up
and arrested one Of the belligerents. lie OBJ
jected to the degradation TO the camp that
would ensue from such a scene. The
east might hear of an encounter in a Colo
RADIO mining camp without six-shooters and
withdraw investments. The marshal was
somewhat rough with his prisoner, and
struck him with revolver in the face.
Friends of the man interfered and threat
ened to take the prisoner away. The mar
shall drew out his gun. The people fell back,
and no one attempted to argue with the
acting representative of law il not OF order.
A block further on and the marshal for
some reason, found it necessary to assert
his right to the prisoners jawbone again.
Things began to look serious, and the crowd
which was quickly increasing, hogan to
boot and hiss and yell at the marshal, who
made forced march to the hall, little log
cabin.
On his return up town the Marshall was
followed by the throng, which was still
increasing. He stopped opposite the
Continental hotel and addressed his enem-
les.
and fight him la QueenSberry or a la Mil
bank, and if the would-be fighter had not
revolver for the latter style he would
gladly furnish one. This was pretty strong
to crowd of g 1000 people, but there
we're no takers. The Marshal seemed TO
own the town. He marched up and
down the streets and into all the tough
joints" in town looking for a scrap. He
had his gun handy, while at a respectable
distance the crowd jeered and Kissed.
There was nothing else talked of about
town all night, and the more the affair was
talked of the more did the crowd get excited.
Something had TO be done.
A gathering was held at the Flagstaff at
1890 D. m. Several mining men of i'm
portance were In attendance. The action
of the marshal was dealt with in scathing
terms.
Let's lynch him." shouted tenderfoot
from distance
YES lynch him. hang him." came from
hundred threats.
Don't do anything that would reflect on
the town, said Capt. Parrish. Send
deputation to tell him to leave town or be
hanged"
This wiser counsel partially prevailed, but
somehow a committee could not be got to-
gether to approach the marshal.
In the meantime the more excited and de-
termined-a appearing were getting ready for
supreme action. Birdie Bill' had been
giving exhibitions by lassoing an urchin
paid to be lassoed, near at hand, and his
rope was secured. The lassoer was glad to
give 1t up, although his belt was stuck full
of pistols.
Here's the ropel Here's the rope! Let's
hang him to the flag pole!' cried the leaders
OF the detachment
A roar went up that could be heard on
Mount Pisgah. and 1t began TO look dark for
the marshal. The more peaceably inclined
hoped that he could not be found.
Who's the blanketv blanked, blank,
blank that's speaking of lynchingp de-
manded the marshal as he walked up to the
center, the crowd clearing a wide passage
way. He had a six-shooter in each hand.
Now come and hang me, you-W
foared the officer, brandishing the re-
volvers.
The crowd consulted a very short time,
and it was announced that q lynching-bes
would not be beneficial to the town, and,
further, thatit was not hospitable TO insist
on an immediate departure from any one in
new town.