The weekly Thibodaux sentinel and journal of the 8th Senatorial District. [volume] (Thibodaux, Lna. [i.e. La.]) 1875-1898, 1897-08-07
ONE KIND UTBAD VEN
THOSE WHO ARE DANGEROUS TO
ROWDlES AND ROBBERS.

Little Game of Two Chicago Thieves.
How a Millinery Salesman Cowcd a Tough
That Wanted to Shoot at Everything.
"What is known as a bad man in the
far west Is not necessarily a man of an
u~nVaryingly evil disposition CT Of dis
position evil at all. He may be uniform
ly and cussedly bad o. bad only in the
sense of being dangerous to those who
offer him unjustifiable provocation. I
have met many varieties of the species
in my 90 years of travel west of the
Mississippi said a former commercial
traveller.
Il was in the train in which it hap
pened, although | did not see the occur
renee, when two thieves came to grief
in trying to rob a cattleman. 1t was in
the Chicago, Burlington and Quincy
station i'll Chicago, or, rather, just be-
You'd the station. The thieves evidently
had planned the robbery beforehand,
knowing that the cattleman had a large
sum of money with him. and they had
followed him to the train and aboard a
coach. He had seated himself near the
AA1dtl4H Va 4C Sa1. A1ICI Gi1C i4ulu udSl
started and got under good Roadway one
of the thieves suddenly grabbed him
from behind, %pinioning his arms to his
side, while the other drew his pocket
book from his inner breast pocket. Then
the thieves ran in opposite ways toward
the car doors with the intention, of
course, of jumping from the moving
frnt, hut %ha- IoJ.xS% H. - IL -
Oh the q~uickness of the cattleman's pis-
tol. Drawing his revolver. he brought
down one of the thieves half way to the
door, mortaIly wounded, with a bullet
through his back. Turning, he fred at
h other, just dashing out at the door,
shooting him through the heart so that
he fell dead Oh the platform.
1.-THE whole thing was done so quick
~ that few of the passengers in the
coach We're aware that anything unusual
was going IN until the pistol shots d
out. Then naturally there We're jumping
up and confusion and Mysteries. The
cattleman, pistol III hand, went at onca
to the first thief he had shot, searched
him and, not finding his pocketbook,
vent back through the car to where the
other thief lay dead on the platform.
The crowd gave him free passage along
the aisle, you can bet. At the door a
brakeman handed him the pocketbook.
which the thief had dropped when he
fell. The cattleman ran his eye over the
contents, satisfied himself that they
were all right, then went back to his
seat, where he remained quietly until
the next station was reached. Here he
got out, asked the telegraph operator to
notify the police that lie was waiting
for them to arrest him and staid until
they came. The %coroner's jury exoner-
ated him for the killing, and his case, il
ever it came before a court, was quickly
dismissed. / met him afterward in Wv
omlng, a quiet, everyday sort of man Of
no particular reputation as a shot. vino
had got along with little trouble in q
fighting way before and after his ex-
plot at Chicago, but he showed him.
self great at this one time when nerve
and promptness and coed craftsmanship
Were needed.
Il saw a rough fellow taken down BY
q man who was not a bit rough to look
at once on d passenger train of the
Southern Pacific road, west of Deming.
1t was III a parlor car, and the tough
had arrived at the stage of drunkenness
where he felt it necessary to get out his |
pistol and shoot at telegraph poles along |
the side of the track. He got ugly when |
the conductor spoke TO him and allowed |
he'd do pretty much as he pleased and |
that the man who interferet! with him |
wouldn't turn up for his victuals next
day or at any time after. It is probable |
that the trainhands eventually would |
have brought him to rights, but a pas |
senger, a slim, qaiet. refined looking |
man, took the business in hand aud |
saved them the trouble.
Tho fun began when the touch's MS
tol Went off III the car, BY accident quite !
likely. at this the slim man got up aud |
walked back to him. carrying a slender |
walking stick in his hand.
There has been enough OF this busi- |
ness he said. Put that pistol up.'
1.-The tough jumped up from his seat. |
Damn youi' he shouted. DO you
know who you're talking to-: Yen sitp
started to cock his pistol as he
spoke, but the hammer didn't get half
waE up. The thing was done too sud
denly for my eye 10 follow, but the pis-
tol changed down on the floor between
them, knocked from the fellows hand
by a blow with the stick The tough |
sWore and clutched with the other hand I
at his hand that had been so smartly
raped. The slim mar stopped, picked
up the pistol and threw it ont OF the
window.
Nov. will you behave YOURSELF he
asked. looking tie feIlnM in tie ere