Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1895-06-07

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l didn't go into this thing to arrest
grizzly bears nor crazy maniacs, for
three dollars day. It's all very well
for you fellows to sit here and order me
to go and arrest that internal devil; go
do it yourself"
He flung the star on the floor and
walked toward the back stairway: "Im
going home"
Foster dryly remarked: "There's a
certain degree of justice in what Mr..
Ranney says. There are too many
commanding officers here and too few
active warriors. There's just one man
in this country who can arrest Bill
O'Shea."
"You mean Jim?"
Eyes, of course"
''Jirn's in Cedarville."
'Then telegraph him."
II telegraphed him an hour ago."
said the judge. II knew we were
in for trouble. He ought to be hero
soon if he started at once"
The mayor sighed with relief.
swell, there's nothing to do but wait. I"
They looked out of tho window at
every fresh burst of noise. The Tiger
still paraded up and down, leaping into
the air occasionally with shrill
"Wherroo" He had the weight of q
lion and the activity of leopard. lie
was transformed from slouchy, quiet
ly humorous farmer into demon.
Everybody gave way before him, be-
hind him followed q bowling mob of
admiring friends. Silence came only
when he led the way into some saloon.
The better citizens kept dropping in
at the mayors office to ask why that
man was not arrested. The mayor
cooled each one off by saying: ''Ill
deputi2c you to arrest him, if You
wish"
While they sat waiting they heard
the sound of hurry out in the street,
then a word of command that brought
them to halt.
''licrc comes JiInl'
Quick, powerful steps were heard on
the stairway, and jim came in. lie
was of moderate height, but the girth
Of his chest was enormous. His face
was dark and handsome. His eyes had
something placid and sorrowful in
them. His dropping mustachc con-
ccaled his mouth. Altogether he was a
fine Irish type.
"Wherc is hep" he asked.
SIN the red saloon, just now"
SIS he wild, boys?" Jim asked in q
hesitating way.
They felt no inclination to laugh.
Gle is plumb crazy"
jim gave groan of sorrow and dis
may.
s.Murtherin' divils! What task
have" He took out his big clasp knife
and laid it down.
"There's gang with him, too;" said
Rulings.
II don't moind that, it's Billy, poor
divil." He laid aside his revolver and
took off his coat.
It'll be desprit, boys" he said with
a sad culver in his voice. II can't Shoot
him. yer amer. It's me duty to arrest
him. an will, but it's loilSc cmbracin'
lion to take Billy when he's dhrunk.
He'll kill me If he can, if he's crazy, but
can't stroke him with weapon, yer
amer"
CHAPTER II.
He looked sad and weak as he went
out the door, but they knew the stuff
of which his heart was made.
''If he isn't too dhrunk he'll come
along when / lay me hand on his
shoulder; if he's fightin' dhrunk, it's
him or me-" he said half to himself, as
he went down the street, accompanied
by Foster.
SWAN comfort" he added, in the
same musing way, BILLY nivir shoots.
It's fists wild him"
They heard wild shouting up the
street, where the open door of saloon
emptied its light into the street.
crowd of men alternately surged
in and out of the door, as If they
moved away from q chained wildcat
making plunges to the length Of his
chain. AS they drew near, the howl of
the drunken man could be heard as he
ragged against tho barkeeper, who stood
in deadly terror behind his bar plead
ing with him. He tried to assume a
careless voice.
Here, take all We want. That's all
right gave you y'r change. Take a
drink-it's on me. That's all right"
Bill stopped suddenly like hound
seeming game.
Heres JIM" was the cry. "Gct out
O. the way, here's Jim"
Jim came through the crowd, his
big. brown eyes fixed on Bills wild
face. The sadness in his face and its
resolution awed the crowd.
BILLY, my boy, come home, !" he said,
gently. "Come home, Billy" and he
laid his hand on his brothers shoulder,