The Stark County Democrat. [volume] (Canton, Ohio) 1833-1912, 1896-03-05

DIS rOurSe was 6lOW. where the .OTilQ
was easy the nephew's team-.eight
mules~-could follow the others and got
along all right. Where it was rough old
Jones halted them and after driving his
own team over came back for them
Two months later the old man un-
loaded his freight at camp in the Gun
nison country. He told tho story of his
nephew's death and charged it TO the
agent The populace agreed with him to
y man. Old Jones insisted that the
agent should likewise suffer death Pub
lie sentiment Ashed to the same con
clusion. Every man in fac Tin Cup dis
trict 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 go back and kill
the agent.
This struck old Jones, who had strong
commercial instincts, as a good thing.
He inquired for soma 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 "wllin to give a boss and outfit
and $500. "
"Ill go you, said a bad looking
gentleman called Curly Bill.
Curly Bill was certainly very bad
man, as any one might see by examin-
ing his six shooter lie had filed away
the sight, as superfuous TO one so sure
and keen, and had taken out the trigger,
trusting TO explode his interesting
weapon by the simple process Of letting
the hammer fall from his thumb. These
changes in the ground plan of a Colt S
Al always speak 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
hoated back from Curly Bill. One aft
ernoon he rode again into camp in the
Gunnison country. The public and old
Jones crowded about for news. Curly
| Bill entered saloon. The public and
old Jones followed in and at his request
| took a drink with him. At last old
Jones put the question:
"Did you get him, Curly?"
ono, - said Curly Bill
"Why not:"
"Well," said Curly Bill, with an
amiable drawl, "I'll tell you what's the
matter. You see, the cuss offered me
$1,000 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 II
do about it?''
'Whatever'll II you do about it?" said
Curly Bill. "Will you raise him."
"S'pose | don t raise hiln?" said old
| Jones' "S'pOse / don 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, in that event l reckon
I'll have to go 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 we're matter over,
Bill and | reckon on fixing up some-
thing so You won't complain none Of
me- You be yere, and I'll come back in
an hour "
Then old Jones proceeded straight to
his wagons, got his winchester, and com
! ing in the back door of the saloon
wherein Curly Bill was refreshing him
self after the campaign blew that cele-
brated head off without word.
Old Jones gave himself up to the citi-
zens' committee and demanded a trial
1t was had at once. Every man in camp
knew of the killing and its entire his
tory. They all approved it too. 1t was
esteemed, however, not proper thing
to allow the plot to kill the agent to go
abroad to the world. The account might
in unskillful mouths become garbled
and hurt the camps reputation. So
when old Jones was acquitted, which
denouemGnt was rapid in its coming,
the verdict read thus:
"Jestitied KILN on account of Curly
Bill insultiu Of old Jones wife. San
| Francisco ENDrPsS