The Butler weekly times., 1896-02-27
NE RULES THE TOWN.
dim" Marshal, Chief OF Police OF Grip
pie Greek, Holds the Lawless
in Check.

ple Creek, Holds the Lawless
in Check.
y,om the Chicgo Chronicle.
cripple Creek, the Mecca adven-
,ures and sports, the latter-day Dead
uood. the fin de steele Leadville, is
,oled by one man That wild West
,ru mining camp, where gambling
houses have the place of honor on
,be public thoroughfare and saloons
outnumber chul ches 100 to 1, where
10000 people have croFded into the
mountain fastnesses within two years
10 seek fortune by various means, is
much better governed and much
more orderly, in comparison to its
sze than in Chicago. And one man
!. responsible for all of it. He is
Jim" Marshall, chief of police, and
With six officers he rules the camp.
Chief of Police Badenock, who
hss just returned to Chicago from a
long Western and Southern trip,
saw" CripplesCreek under the guild
snce of "Jim" Marshall, and he is
full Of admiration for the rough but
decidedly effective police regulations
Of the town. Badenoch had read of
Cripple Creek, as nearly every other
person has, as wild, lawless mining
camp, where neither life nor prop.
erty was safe, and for that reason he
had great desire to visit the place.
The chief has been in many mining
camps, ard, having an idea that
Cripple Greek would possibly be the
last one of the kind, he determined
to take it in on his trip. He had
properly prepared himself for the
wild scenes of border ruffianism
which he was to witness. Neithel
lynchings nor murders would sur
prise him, and he rather expected
that police star would be an i'm
position not to be borne by the free
man Of Cripple Creek.
But when he reched the town he
failed to see any bodies swinging
from the trees, nor were the resi-
dents shooting each other with any
degree Of persistency. No bands o.
cowboys rode through the principa
streets, shooting into the windows
Of the hotels; people walked abou,
as safely and in almost as dense
crowds as they do on State street
and the surprise of the chief wa
great.
"How is this!" he asked an ole
resident, one who had been in towl
for nearly year. Il thought thi
was tough mining camp, whore
mans life was lightly held and BLOOD
flowed down the main street from
early morn till evening. Why is
so quiet?"
"Oh, Jim Marshall, he kind Q
holds 'em pow, you,' explained tn
oldest inhabitant, "an' if they don
do what Jim says, why, they don
get chance to do none whateve
Otherwise. We plant 'em out there,
and he jerked a gnarled thum
toward quiet place on the hillsid
where few white headstones glln
mered on the gathering twilight.
sand who is Jim Marshall'" asl
ed Chief Badenoch in pleased su,
prise.
"Well, Jim, he's sorter chief (
police, you know, an he kind Of run
things hereabouts considerable
You'll meet jim if you allow t
stay with us for time, said tt
leading citizen.
Right then and there Chief Ba,
enoch resolved to pay his respect
to Chief Marshall. He found him
be sturdy Irishmau, who had spel
the better portion of his life in ii
Western country, and who kne
every ''bad man" west Of the Missi
slppi. Marshall was hittered by tt
visit of the Chicago chief Of poll,
and offered TO, show his guest arouu
town. When they set out for strc
Chief Marshall wore a mackintos
With long cape as the two Office
walked through the crowded stree