Saint Mary's beacon. [volume] (Leonard Town, Md.) 1867-1983, 1895-11-08

:, slowly, as one b.
s.. last should do. whe
ea' qIe'''0u of who wrote the art
Gle Is beco' ming important. :"
IN ~ nrse | was thinking har
g. w" time | was reading. Iva
nsa.fng on the distance to the doc
A'' my chance of getting down tn
PAIR OF stairs it led to before m,
visitor should shoot, 1t seemed
desperate chance, but | hated avn
iuiiy to be obliged to take anythins
back l had written, and was wilkins
20 assume some slight risk to avoid
H. AS affairs stood, the man with
the gun had me freed. l had M
p'stoi myself, and wasn't likely to
laii heir to one during his visit.
Inc situation was very disagreesble.
have had some visits which wor-
RED me since | have been Secretary
OF Agriculture, but none that com.
pared with this.
when / got to the end of nv
scathing editorial turned mildly
and interrogatively to my visitor.
you are one of Mr.. Lanes PEG.
Pile? | asked, pleasantly.
YEA
You want to know who wrote
this article?'
yes, SIR he retorted, rather saw
agely, Il want to know If you wrote
that article, and again he pointed
to the offensive effort with his pis-
toll.
WELL said at last, as calmly as
| might, Il wrote the article myself.
Why, what's the matter with it?'
I'VE won't stop to discuss what's
the matter with it, said my caller:
it's simply come to this: You've
got to take it back in the next issue,
or we'll fix you so you won't write
any more
Take it back:' asked.
You've got to write an article
and take the square back track, re-
peated my caller with an ominous
wave of his pistol. We're not 90.
ing to stand any stuff of this sort
1T was at this point made a
dash for the door. l believ~ Ir
marked at the TIM that I wouId he
oacA III ? moment, pending which
ne might talk to my boy. The fell
low didn't seem inclined to shoot;
ne hadn't been West long enough.
So he simply ran after me to the
door which opened to a pair of
stairs which led down the outside
OF the building to the ground. and
hailed his companions in the street.
There were four or five of them
sitting on their horses and holding
the horse of my caller. There was
another horse standing saddled in
addition to his and | noticed q con-
siderable coil Of rope on the saddle.
| didn't stop to ask, Tor did | give
the situation much study at the
time, but I've always had a strong
impression that the second horse
with the coil of rope on the saddle
was for me. Just as | fled down
the stairs the fellow who had come
in with the pistol yelled to his COM
panions:
Stop that man; he's the editor
The information was correct as
far as it went, and the men in the
street did their best to act on it.
But 'the editor was too much in q
hurry for them. Before they could
get to the foot of the stairs or head
me off had entered the store below
by side door, and passing through
the store with earnest swiftness |
left it and crossed over to the house
of man named Orion. This man
Orion was a Jackson Democrat; a
Tennesseean by birth. One of his
boasts was that he had once slept
with Andrew Jackson, when they
both CHANGED to be at an over
crowded tavern somewhere down
about Cumberland Gap. Orion had
been long in the West, and was
hunter, a plainsman, and a man of
nerve. He also had a rifle with
which he had made himself a great
as a shot. hurriedly
to Orion the purpose of
Lanes people to string me up. The
old man was very prompt and will
ing to 60 to war. He took down
his rifle with the remark:
1've killed heap of varmints
with this in my time, and | just as
soon add one Of these neonle To the