Evening capital journal. (Salem, Or.) 1888-1893, 1892-08-18

whose death he had voted for es
capped prison. The Judge who hat
presided at the trial in his terror left
the county and went to Sante Fe tc
be safe, and the girl wrote to Clancy
to be on his guard and come to hel
at once. Womanlike, she thought
that while with her no danger could
reach him. He received the letter,
and manlike thought it would not dc
to leave his ranch as il in fear. The
Judge who went to Sante Fe was old
enough to be his grandfather. AT
any other time Clancy would have
been only too glad to have gone to
the girl at Las Cruces.
While he waited and debated when
it would do to go to her, one morn
ing there rode up to his door two
men, and one of them was Antrim
When he saw them it was too late
for Clancy to attempt to arm him
self. All he could do was to answer
their questions and submit to becom-
ing their prisoner. The men took
their lariats and tied him in front of
his door to post, and then Antrim
told him that he intended to kill
him. Clancy knew the man too
well to ask for mercy. If he was to
be killed he would meet death like a
man. It was hard, though, to leave
the girl without one word of part
ing. If he had only needed her Lett
ter.
When he was tied so that he could
not move hand or foot, Antrim
walked off twenty or thirty paces
and drawing his revolver called
Clancy's attention to his right wrist
and fired. Clancy could no longer
feel that below that wrist he had a
hand. When he tried to move his
fingers the muscles seemed to have
grown suddenly numb.
Antrim laughed and asked him
what he thought of such marksman-
ship. The boy did not answer. A
new hope, though. had como into his
breast They would not kill him
outright, merely main him, and with
the girl to help him he would not
mind that. Anything but separation
from her.
Then Antrim spoke to him again
and fired, and the same numb feeling
came into his left hand below the
wrist, where he had felt the second
pistol ball crush through the bone
and sinew. But he did not vince.
Surely this man who looked so boy
ish and innocent would be satisfied
with this much in revenge and now
show him mercy.
If Charley Clancy had not been
fresh from the east he would know
that this was pointing" a man to
deatb-an old method of torture
caught from the Indians. But now
a white man was doing it. There
are but few instances where white
white men have tried their hands at
it, though it is very simple All that
there is to do is to shoot a man as
many times as possible without kill
ing him, until you are tired of the
sport and willing that he should die.
The first time it was ever tried by
by one white man on another was on
the Union Pacific railroad. They still
point out the station to you. 1t is
Julesburg. Clancy, though, was not
long enough in the west to have even
heard oft. Before the day wasdone
he learned it all, though. Shot after
shot Antrim put into his arms and
legs until you could have twisted
them like piece of rubber hose in
any direction you desired. Between
the shots he and his companion would
smoke their cigarettes and rest and
divide the plunder they had taken
from the house, And Clancy would
faint with pain and weakness as the
hot sun beat down on him. Some
times he would not regain conscious
ness until Antrim had fired two or
three shots in succession into his
body. He never showed the white
though. When he found out |
that it was too late to hope for life,
even If the best surgeons in christen-
lom stood ready to care for his
wounds, he simply thought of the
girl and cursed in his scorn the cow
ardice of the man who was murder
ng him.
Everything must have an end,
5hough. So 1t is with pointing"
When the day had nearly passed
away and the sun was sinking in the
vest leaving the lonely house on
he unbroken mesa in darkness, An
rim grew tired of the sport and told
Clancy so, and while telling it he
'mptied his revolver into the stomach
md bowels of the man tied to the
take. Then he and his comrade
added their horses, and Clancy, dy-
ng as he was, wondered if they were
,oing to leave him to the night and
darkness, when the coyotes, attract
ID by his blood, would come to con-
inue the work that day had seen be-
nun, His mind was still clear, and
when Antrim walked toward him
le tried to curse him for the coward
le was, until Antrim, placing his
'istol against Clancy's teeth, forced
he muzzle into his mouth and pulled
he trigger; and then the days work
vas over.
There was no concealment about
!. Every one in Now Mexico knew
'hat Charley Clancy had died for.
ut few men spoke of it above thei,
reath. The judge who went Ia
anita Fe staid there. No man cared