Idaho semi-weekly world. [volume] (Idaho City, Idaho Territory) 1875-1908, 1893-05-16

6Ne you I'VE Thousand"
Il cannot do it,
Aliens face paled, and his hand Grant
toward his hip; then restraining himself
with soothing laugh, he said:
BE il SO. Then we are enemies i
to You and the law; you to me. Re.
member my fifteen minutes, and beware
when next we meet!n
lie threw his cloak about him. bnck,ed
MS pistols at his waist and disanneared
Dat as he left the room a little niece ~
metal fell from his person and rolled nm
noticed upon the floor. A minute later
tne ring OF his horses hoofs sounded
through the night as he rode toward tba
mountains. '''0
The morning following. as Nntt;ro
entered his office, his aged servant bowed
low before him, extended his brown and
wrinkled hand, and said, in an awe
stricken voice: a"'
"Foun' dis on de floor, massa. S'nose
MIN your'n; bad ting, massa, bad. eff We
low old niger to say So"
The marshal leaned forward in snr.
PRISE Lying in the outstretched nalm
OF tne black was silver pistol bullet.
why, unale.' said he, taking it, "this
is not miner
mot your'n, massa? Tank de J.ord,
lse PLEASED, u.s. massa. Foun' it yer.
dough. Dat ar's sweyside bullet,
massa, he continued. lowering his voice
to whisper, while his ewes rolled like
ships in the midst of white and seething
Dlllows. Il know EN-. Ny ole massa
ne mad one cast an carried it many
years. Dey neber kill no one but de
feilers dey's made for. Massa John
dough, he didn't get chance for to use
his'n," and the old man chuckled
"A suicide bullet, said Nutting. with
smile, as he examined the silver
sphere. '"That'sa new idea to me. WHY
make special bullet, uncle? should
think one Of those deadly enough. /"
And he pointed toward some of the
heavy cartridges belonging to his own
pistols which lay on the table near.
"Dey mought miss, massa. You know
de debil cares for his own, an dis bullet
is made by his help, at night, in de
grabe yard, an can't miss, knows 'em
massa. Use seen 'em afore." Then,
drawing near, he whispered, Use made
'emw
And did they do their work." said
Nutting, laughing lightly.
"Dey did, inassa."
The officer now opened drawer in his
desk and took from it an old fashioned
dueling pistol, which he had picked ur
somewhere, and fitted the bullet into its
rusty muzzle.
ats just the thing, uncle. Bring me
my flask, and I'll load it with the suicide
bullet. It's best to have it handy by if
get the blues" He laughed again.
The servant obeyed.
"No use to fix i'm massa. 'Twont
only kill de one who it's made for, shuah
an we couldn't shoot yourself wild it, no
how"
swell, uncle, I'll load the smoothbore
anyway" said the marshal, suiting the
action to the word, "and this Afternoon
we'll try it at mark. If miss hal
dollar at a dozen PAGES I'll give up tina
your right. If hit, your suicide bullet
is no better or worse than leaden one.
"All right, massa, but you won't hit,
replied the old darby.
Just as Nutting completed the charg
ing of the weapon visitor called, and i
was thrust hurriedly into a pigeonhol
in the desk. His visitors business de
tanned him from the Office until night
and the plan of the morning was forgot
ten. The dueling pistol with its silve
missile lay unnoticed for months in tn
desk.
The days and weeks passed, summe
came and went, and fall ripened tn
year A dozen times had the marsha
, organized expeditions and secured tn
country, seeking the notorious Allen
, but each time he had returned unsuc
cessful. One final effort, however, wa
to be made. Certain information whic
he knew to be reliable had at last, he fel
sure, put the outlaw in his hand, and h
, looked to his horses shoes and loaded hi
, pistols with unusual c1re.
At his orders mounted guards-me
on whom he could depeud-patrolled a
the roads. Upon the borrow at dawn
| with a posse of seven fearless mount
a aineers, he was to storm the yer
stronghold of the mooushiners, and t.
morrow night would find vacanc
either in the government Office or in tn
ranks of the illicit distillers. The expt
dition had thus far, Nutting believed
been kept a secret. Because OF this b
looked forward with strong hopes
success.
The officer sat at his desk writing
He had but few pages to complete,
, letter or two to prepare for the MAJ
, and some memoranda to destroy. ID
> might never sit at that desk again.
! AS his eyes wandered over the mass
:, papers. documents and duplicate report
:, filed neatly away before him, he su.
denly noticed the Gutt end OF his OF
dueling pistol, hal! hidden in one OF tt
commitments, and as the remembrance
of how it came thelc dashed over nm /
WAS about to draw IL from its mum
Mace when shutting step at the doc
arrested him, and an instant later
AGED and bent woman entered the door
| The hour was late, and NuttlnS /
garded the new conner with surprise
q he arose to offer her chair she a
; cepted it with whine of THANKS an
- sank painting into it. The marshal T
I cont OF fine desk
;, "Ye are the govnent man, rechon
: sajd the woman, after pause, raising
brown and wrinkled face, half mooe
o beneath an immense hood and par
= green spectacles, toward NuttinS.