Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1896-05-22

the same conclusion. Every man in
the Tin 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
matter before. 1t was beautiful.
"Hire some one to 60 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 agancy
and beef him and then ride away.
That costs no fortune" And he was
"willing to give hoss and outfit and
$780,"
"I'l go you," said a bad looking
gentleman called Curly Bill.
Curly Bill was certainly very bad
man, as any one might see by examir-
ing his six shooter. He had filed
away the sight, as superauous to one
80 sure and keen, and had taken out
the trigger, trusting to explode his in
teresting weapon by the simple process
of letting the hammer fall from his
thumb. These changes in the ground
plan of Colts A always speak a bad
man the wide West over, and such
was Curley 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 ofthe $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 moth
ing floated back from Curley Bill.
One afternoon he rode again into camp
in the Gunnison country. The public
and old Jones crowded about for news.
Curly Bill entered saloon. The pub
lie and old Jones followed in and at
his request took drink with him. At
last oldJones put the question
"Did you get him, Curly ?"
"No," said Curly Bill.
"Why not ?"
"Well," said Curly Bill, with an
amiable drawl, "I'lLtell 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 inquiry.
"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 don't raise him ?" said old
Jones. "S'pose I 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, Gin that event reckon
I'll have to 60 him."
The public took = deep breath at
this announcement, and old Jones
seemed plunged in thought again. At
last he found his voice.
"I'll think this yere matter over,
Bill and I reckon on fixing up some
thing so you won't complain none OF
me. You be yere, and III come back
in an hour"
Then old Jones proceeded straight
to his wagons, got his Winchester, and
coming in the back door of the saloon
where Curly Bill was refreshing him
self after the campaign, blew that Gel
ebrated head off without word.
Old Jones gave himself up to the
citizens committee and demanded a
trial. 1t was had at once. Every man
in camp knew of the killing and its
entire history. They all approved it
too. 1t was esteemed, however, not a
proper thing to allow the plot to XII
the agent to 90 abroad to the world
The account might in unskillful mouths
become garbled and hurt the camps
reputation. So when old Jones was
acquitted, which denouement was rap
id in its coming, the verdict read thus
"Jesti6ed KILN on account of Curly
Bill insultin' of old Jones' wife "-San
Fancisco Express.