Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1897-07-03

amt it, Bill? [kick 1 amt bad, am
I Bill ? [kick1. You're going to give us
some pointers out here on free speech,
amt you, Johnny? [kick]. 1 amt
going to shoot you up any now, Jack
| |Ikick1, but you're going right on to
the next camp in 20 minutes, amt
you, Bill? [kick]
by this time Collins had kicked his
man to the door. He showed his gun
back into his belt.
"sStand still minute he said to
the Vermonter.
"Then Collins walked back about III
feet, so as to get some momentum.
He made a leap for the Green Noun
tain boy, who stood in the doorway
like an image, his back to the saloon,
and landed on him with both fee!
right in the middle of the back. The
lVermonter must have gone spinning
about 20 feet.
81 certainly am hellish bad, for q
fact" Collins muttered, walking back
to the bar. The Vermonter, who at
first hadn't thought so, packed up bis
kit and quit the camp right away.
"Collins was the only man who ever
made Ed Quigley, bad man who had
shot his even dozen in Leadville before
he went to the Hills, call for time.
The two men had disagreement in
the middle of the street, and Quigley's
gun stuck in his belt. While he was
tugging at it Collins put it to him in
the right shoulder-he didn't want to
kill him, apparently, for he was a dead
shot-and Quigley went down.
"tCan't you see my guns stuck,
Clad p said Quigley.
"'Well, you got enough, EdP asked
Collins.
"'Yep,' said Quig!ey.
"Collins gave the man he had down
ed a drink of whisky out of bis flask,
and then put him on his shoulder and
lugged him into a shack, where his
wound was dressed. The two men
were great friends until
THEY BOTH GOT KILLED.
Joe Vanderlip,. Dakota deputy sher-
iff. planted Collins in a fair stand.up
gun fight, but Quigley was shot in the
back at Cheyenne by a short-card
player"
"The yarns that always entertain
me-" said Colorado congressman, are
those which tell of the way bad men
used to get themselves done up occa-
sionally by fat chested, one-lunged
tenderfeet from the east. A few years
ago read story in a St. Louis paper
about the way a pretty, blue-eyed ten
derfoot lad had made Thurston IIilli-
bridge dance, and it liked to have
tickled me to death. AS matter of
fact the man never lived that got the
drop on the Lillibridge. He commit
ted suicide by jumping from a second
story window in Denver while in a
spasm of delirim tremeDs. Lillibridge
was about as had man as ever struck
Leadville when Leadville was bad,
which is saying enough. He was the
worst braggart, the most tremendous
blowhard, that ever loved the sound
of his own voice, and yet he was bad
and dangerous way down to the
ground and underneath it. When he
was drunk he would narrate the his
tory of his life in nine languages and
then whistle it, as they say, solely for
the purpose of enticing some new arri-
val to call him, and he always looked
disappointed and grieved when there
was no one around to make such a
bad break. He loved tenderfeet for
the fun he had with them, and this is
the reason the fairy tale about his hav-
ing been corralled by one Of them was
such good reading for me.
"Two young fellows from Camden,
N. j., struck Leadville in the fall OF
'7S. Each of them carried two big
silver.mounted pistols in his new belt,
and their knives were knew and shiny.
They were pretty strapping young
men, as a matter of fact, but they
talked too much-and new man in
Leadville had to keep pretty low in
those days until the layout had time
to size him up and properly label him,
so to speak.
THESE TWO YOUNG MEN,
Who seemed to have plenty of money
in addition to their fine outfits, didn't
appear to understand Leadville ethics,
however, and they toured around
among the gin mills, talking a heap.
They were both fairly we'll loaded up
by the time they got around to Nat
Brinkerhoff's Red Light saloon, and
this made them more garrulous than
ever. Lillibridge, quiet for once, stood
at the bar when they walked in. He
looked at their fine toggery and shiny
weapons with a whole lot of astonish-
ment on his face, but without saying
word. One of the young men. the
more boisterous, finally noticed Lilli-
bridge.
"You're pretty husky looking, pard,'
said he, with dismal attempt at the
swashbuckler manner. whats your
poison p
"Thurston didn't bat an eye or say
word for a full minute. Then he
seemed to come out of his trance,
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