The morning news., 1892-02-10
MEN WHO HAVE NO FEAR.
a Story Teller Thinks That Some Fec
pie Cannot Realize Danger.
From the Mem York T,.ibu,e

pie cannot Realize Danger.
From the NeU York Tribune.
Courage he said. "has often struck me
as rather being the loss Of something thar
the possession Of something. OF course
know that brave man will walk deliber.
ately into death, knowing full we'll what he
is doing, but having made up his mind to
do 1t at any COST 1t is no sign of coward.
ice when man sees that it is useless to die
when he might live with lust as much
credit and honor to himself, and so refuses
to walk into the jaws Of death.
''But there is the man who does not know
what fear ia. have seen in my life few
such men-men who would go into any dan
ger for tne simple reason that thev did not
seem to have the power to perceive that
what they did was likely to cost their lives.
II remember once in the late COS | was
in Wyoming town which was bad. There
were men in that town whose actions were
never questioned and there were many law
less deeds at which even the good citizens
shrugged their shoulders-and that was all
"a man came into town who had the
mtldest Of manner of any one whom I ever
saw. He was very tall, had broad shoulders
and huge fists. but his eye was Of a soft
blue and his smile was always friendly.
Zone day two drunken outlaws had been
themselves. One Of their tricks had been
to ride into barroOms and scatter people
there. Thay were lot alone at this amuse-
meut until they both tired of it, for they
we're bad men and no one cared to have
them begin savage attack on HIM.
when the two riders, infamed with
whisky and brutality, found the barroom
charges too fiat for their tastes, they looked
around for other mischief to do. They
found 1t in little store. which was a notion
shop, drug store and everything else. They
charged it on the trot, and with spGrs jing-
ling, arms waving and hoofs Gathering,
in they went. An instant later two scream
ing women rushed from tho place, and ran
down the street. When the outlaws rode
out to the sidewalk they sat in their saddles
and howled like savages.
"Now the mild-mannered, blue-eyed
giant, coming down the street had seen
enough of the affair to understand what
had happened. he stopped and looked at
the two whisky-mad riders for q full
minute. The whole affair was over, The
women had disappeared and the horsemen
were sitting there, still laughing. But the
giant, walking close to one OF them, reached
up quickly and took him by his coat near
the throat. He pulled the man from his
saddle as if he had been a sack of bran, and
giving him terrific shake, dashed him to
the ground, where he lay all in a crushed
heap.
"The other rider bad seen oil this at first
with a look of stupid establishment, and then
with a savage light on his tace he whipped
out his revolver; but before he could use it,
the giant had snatched him from his saddle
and with one hand around his throat and
one gathering up the fellows clothes low on
his chest he literally wrung the strength out
of him."
"Better get out of this town as soon as
you can, be said in low voice, and no flung
him into the street on top Of his companion.
The two sneaks actually whimpered when
they got up. They had their revolvers, but
they climbed into their saddles as if they
were hnlf frightened to death end rode out
of town.
snow, my point is this. No man who had
an idea Of danger would have attacked those
men when the peril Of the women was past.
The chances were 10000 to one that he
would be killed. He was absolutely ignorant
of fear, for he afterward became a deputy
marshal, and while trying to arrest three
desperate men in his fearless way was shot
to pieces"