Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1896-03-02


His course was SLOW Where the go
ing was easy the nephew's tea
eight mules-could follow the others
and got along all right. Where it was
rough old Jones halted them and af-
ter driving his own team over came
back for them.
Two months later the old man un-
loaded his freight at a camp In the
Gunnison country. He told the story
of his nephew's death and charged 1t
to the agent Old Jones insisted that
the agent should likewise suffer death.
Public sentiment rushed to the same
conclusion. Every man in the I'm
Cup district who heard of the matter
at once advised Jones to go back and
kill the miserable agent or to hire
some one who would. Never was
public sentiment SO uniform in mat
ter before. 1t was beautiful.
''Hire some one to go back and Kill
the agent"
This struck old Jones, who had
strong commercial instincts, as good
thing. He inquired for some one who
would undertake the enterprise. He
did not think it should cost much.
''It is dead easy to do" he SAID.
"Just ride calmly up to the agency
and beef him and then ride away.
That oughtn't to cost no fortune"
And he was "willin' to give a boss
and outfit and $500"
"pIl go you,'' said a bad looking
gentleman called Curly Bill.
Curly Bill was certainly bad man,
as any one might see by examining
his six shooter. He had filed away
the sight, as superfluous to one SO
sure and keen, and had takan out the
trigger, trusting to explode his inter
esting weapon by the simple process
of letting the hammer fall from his
thumb. These changes in the ground
plan of a Colts A always speak of q
bad man the wide west over, and such
was Curly Bill, the parsonage who
wanted to hire out to kill the agent.
Preliminaries were arranged, and
the horse and outfit were turned over
in company with 5000 of the $500, and
Curly Bill rode away on his long pull
for the Ute agency.
Six weeks and their happenings
were added to history, and so far
nothing fioated back from Curly Bill.
One afternoon he rode again into
camp in the Gunnison country. The
public and old Jones crowded for
news. Curly Bill entered a saloon.
The public and old Jones followed in
and at his request took a drink with
him. At last old Jones put the ques-
ton:
''Did you get him, Curly|'
''No,' said Curly Bill.
"Why not?"
"Well," said Curly Bill, with an ami
able drawl, "I'll tell you what's the
matter You see, the cuss offered me
81 900 to come back and down you"
There was profound silence. Old
Jones seemed thoughtful and cast
down, and the public waited. AT last
old Jones put another pertinent in
quiry.
"Well, whatever do you allow you'll
do about it''
"Whatever'll you do about it," said
Curly Bill "Will you raise him?"
''S'pose I don't raise him?' said old
Jones. "S'pose 1 don't even call him?"
And an ugly glare began to shine in
his watery, gray eyes, albeit his voice
was low and his face calm.
''Well," said Curly Bill, with vast
nonchalance, e'in that event 1 reckon
I'll have to go him."
The public took a deep breath at
this announcement, and old Jones
seemed plunged in thought again. At
last he found his voice.
cpl think this yere matter over,
Bill, and l reckon on fixing up some
thing so you won't complain none of
me. You be yere, and I'Il come back
in an hour"
Then old Jones proceeded straight
to his wagons, got his winchester, and
coming in the back door of the sa
loon wherein Curly Bill was refresh
ing himself after the campaign blew
that celebrated head off without 8
word.
Old Jones gave himself up to the
citizens committee and demanded n
trial. 1t was had at once. Every man
in camp knew of the killing aud its
entire history. They all approved it
too. It was esteemed, however, not
a proper thing to allow the plot to- kill
the agent to go abroad to the world.
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