The representative. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1893-1901, 1895-06-12

he lost no time in pursuit. and he swore
that he would spend his life and last dol
lar in seeking revenge
Three hounds were put on the track,
and in an hours time the print of the
outlaws was seen, the bar shoe being
conspicuous. After two hours Of hard
riding 1t was evident that they knew of
the pursuit, the braying Of the dogs being
a warning, and they divided, two going
one way and Davis another. He was
followed by Grimes and two of the best
mounted. The trail ended shortly in an
impenetratable swamp and was lost.
The other party brought in both of
their men, one dead and the other wound
ed. A few questions were asked, but the
fellow was sullen and defiant, and in a
few minutes the posse rode away, leav-
ing the wretch swinging in the wind.
Grimes placed his hopes of detection on
his brothers pistols that had been taken.
They We're Derringers. richly mounted in
silver. and the name cut on the stock.
Twelve years ago the writer saw these
weapons in Pittsburg. owned by a rela-
tive of the murdered man.
Grimes now began the task of hunting
down the outlaw, and went as far as
New Orleans; his search was fruitless.
The man was known but half te county
sheriffs were corrupt and aided the law
breakers. 1t was only the Regulators
who did justice. Davis was proclaimed
in Kentucky and Mississippi, and So 5000
was offered for his head. He was sup
posed tos be with the Murrell gang, and
was reputed shreWd and wary.
In the summer Of 1926 Grimes was at
the crossing of the Tennessee river in
northern Alabama. Here was a ferry
and a famous tavern known all over the
southwest as M~acurdy's. 1t had rather
a bad name from it's previous record,
and had been a resort of McCabe's ban
ditti, almost as famous as John C. Muir
reTs. 1t was Sunday. and a pistol
shooting match was in progress. Prize
a pair Of handsome DerringerS. Grimes
heart almost stood still as he recognized
them. The name had been obliterated
by scraping, but the silver stars on the
stocks We're intact. He bought three
chances, and the excitement must have
steadied his nerves. He made his best
record, winning with successive bulls
| eyes.
The owner of the prizes was a middle
aged gambler who said with apparent
frankness, that he had won them at
Woodville races two days before, and
then got broke himself, but he was eva
sive in speaking of the man who had lost
them. urging that it was against the
sustom of the game.
Grimes, however, bribed him with a
hundred dollar bill, and the gambler
told him that Saul Davis "a at Vascoe's
eight miles down the iver. He warned
Grimes that he was taking his life in his
hands,
1t was about II o'clock on a sunny,
pleasant day. Grimes brought out his
horse, a powerful bay, frightened girths,
and was off at a gallop. He had a pair
but without his resolved heart these
would have been useless. Inside of an
hour he had reached Vascoe's, a CUB
log cabin standing in a small clearing on
the river bank, all around thick woods.
Hitching his horse, he entered the place.
l A rnloh hor WON ooroCc %ho Vor~
and a heavy table and some benches
made up the furniture. A stout, coarse
looking woman was behind the bar.
Grimes called for liquor and asked some
local questions, The woman raped on
the bar, the door opened behind and a
man came out dressed in butternut and
wearing tall riding boots. 1t was Davis.
He looked like a hunted animal and his
eyes cleaned murderously. Grimes had
let his beard grow, and this in those
times indicated a German, and he kept
up this illusion by asking the question in
Dutch English. Davis crept like a snake
from behind the bar and glared at the
stranger.
"Whar do We come FROM"
"Macurdey's and l want to buy a boss
A good n that I can make something
eve got a boss, but I want money TO,
him."
"Well, I don't want to steal him, do 70
Let's see your animal?"
Rifle in hand, Davis stepped out in the
sunshine and walked toward a tumble
down stable. Suddenly he halted.
"Hain't l seen you somewhere"
Cant say; let's see your boss. i have
no time to palaver."
They were not out of sight of the house
behind the stable. Grimes had a loaded
whip in his hand, and quick as light he
struck JAWS over the head. He fell Xix
a log, and in a second was turned on his
back, his hands and feet tied with leath'
err thongs. Grasping him by the throa'
and keeping in the shadow Of the stable
Grimes dragged his enemy in the thicl
bushes a few yards way.
The man, still unconscious was thrown
on the ground and the victor stood look
ing at the wretch who had last seen hi!
brother alive. AT last he opened hi!
eyes and regained his wits. He was {
cool s%coundrel n had been in peril be
fore. In low, gutteral voice he asked
Air We a sheriff; and what do We pull
me for?"
Grimes fairly ground his teeth will
passion as he replied:
You hell hound. I'm the brother O
the man you murdered five years agt
back Of your mothers place in Ohio"
The mans face became a sickly PABLO
and he writhed like a wounded snake
made denials thick and fast and thel
tried to shout. 1t might catch the ear o
someone lettering about the place. To-
late, Grimes DOT was on his neck, h.
was. seized by an iron grip and dragged
towards the river, whose murmurin,
flow was plainly heard. The road wa
crossed and at the loot Of a mighty beecl
Davis was thrown down.. Grimes hest
tated for a moment and then memor.
went back to the black water from which
his brother was dragged, and, with
fiery curse, he seized the murderer an.
hurled him into the river. The wretcl
gave a yell as he struck the water an,
tried his footing. 1t was too deep and h
came up. Hard as Grimes was he neve
forgot the look or his enemy's face-th
glaring eyes, the face distorted i
agony. One faint attempt to speak an
Saul Davis, with countless murders O
his soul, sank to his death.
And now Grimes awoke to his ow
peril. He must leave at once. The tav
ern was one hundred yards away an
everything quiet. He reached his horse
quickly MOUNTS and was off. His OF
ject now was to get into Kentucky b
night. This was accomplished and iT
side of a week he was on the banks of til
Ohio.
A year after he became a resident {
Ohio and died a devout Methodist in 1874
WOULD SPOIL THE SOUP.
II don't know What to do with that char
pie we got out of the last shipwreck," sal
the chef to the cannibal king.
: whats the matter?"
"If we take his cigarette away from hi
{ | he'll pine away and get thin"
Let him keep them"
: seThen he'll spoil the flavor of the stew"