The Somerset reporter. [volume] (Skowhegan, Me.) 1868-1909, 1895-07-18

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XIII him - Shoot him e. There was
a general rush i'll the direction " here
Tex had stood, but the boy had disap-
peafed.
Then it was that Lcadville expe-
rieneed moral revulsion When men
could no longer sit down 10 begniling
game of stud poker or watch the cards
ar they We're silently slipped from the
eaSe hv the nimble fingers Of the faro
dealer without being disturbed by the
crack II pistols and the accom- sinying
acts of violence and blopdshed 1t WIS
time To make few examples and read
just the moral standard Of the commu-
nity.
How much greater was the necessity
When as on this occasion, men made
free with the executive hand of justice
in the person Of the marshal, whose
only offense had been that Of trying II
cage Il fragrant violator Of the peace and
maintain the dignity Of the law, even
what little there was Of it. But Tex
could nowhere be found
Sheriff Tucker began to take the case
i'll hand He and his deputies secured
the town from one end to the other.
They visited all Of Texs resorts and
calling places, but nome had seen him
after the shooting. Al last Tucker heard
that he had left town on horseback H
WAS probably lar over the divide by tins
time, but Tucker wa, not the sort of
man u be easily discouraged. He and
deputy. whose aim was H. accurate as
his own, and whose courage was some
thing To be BANKED ON in all emergen-
.cies. started IN pursuit They had bet
ter horses than the animal Tex WAS rid
ing and they We're soOu on the boy )
trail
Then began one of the hottest pursuits
that Was ever known BY daylight they
were III sight of the fugitive, catching Il
farotf glimpse of him as he waved his
sombrero at them just as he slipped over
the crest of a range of hills. Both par
ties had changed horses several times.
AT one place Tex had traded his broken
down broneho for buggy horse, paying
the difference that the owner asked
without haggling about the price. Then
he had traded the buggy horse for tie
pony that would try to run up a hill as
fast us he ran down, and whose spirit
nothing could conquer but death. Once
they We're perceptibly gaining GA HIM
and tried few shots that fell short
Just us they thought they We're going
to close in on him and We're putting
their horses 70 their best Tex waved his
sombrero over his head, standing erect
i'll the saddle, and gave such an unearth
ly yell that tie poor pony was brighten.
ed into IA coryulsive effort that carried
him beyond the range of vision of Tuck
er and his. ,aau Nas "'>-sN -
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they saw their man-at their mercy.
His broncho had broken his neck STUN
bling over bowlder. Tex had been
thrown down, but was too expert rider
not to find his feet, His revolver had
been hurled down a bank and was be
yond reach. His pursuers We're upon
him, and the business end of two re
volvers were ominously directed against
his breast.
Tex made a bounding leap down the
bank. Crack, crack ~ spoke two revolv
ers, but the bullets missed. The next
instant Tex had got possession of his re-
volyer, but the leap had broken his
wrist, and the sheriff and his man had
The drop on him.
TEX" shouted Tucker, "throw up
your hands We've got you.
"Shoot, d-n you, shoot -
He tried to level his own gym, but
his wrist was limp, and before he could
change it to his left hand there was an
almost simultaneous report Of two pis-
tolls, and pair of bullets had passed
into his heart. Tex fell heavily on his
side, and as the sheriff and his deputy
saw that they had done their work we'll
they watched him.
Take the pot" gasped Tex. and
died. Washington Post.