The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1897-03-07

doubly so now. A price was set on his
mead, dead or alive, and almost the whole
country was up in arms against him. For
some reason he refused to leave that part
OF the country although his few remaining
friends urged him to do So At times he
would venture into the small towns out OF
sheer deviltry and not a man would try to
earn the reward. One soldier from Fort
Stanton asked for leave of absence to so
in search of the Kid, and rode away SAYING
ne would return to claim the reward. He
found house where Billy was at dinner
and boldly riding up to the door demanded
TO see the Kid. Billy arose from the table
announced his identity and asked what
was wanted. The soldier gazed at him
Tor moment then dug the spurs into his
horse and rode away at a mad gallon. He
said afterwards that the horse ran away
with him, but nobody believed him. a
deputy sheriff disguised as priest got into
a house where it was supposed Billy was
concealed. The Kid grew suspicious of
him and asked to examine his hands
Priests don't have such rough paws as
that, said the bandit and the next in
slant the sheriff was in another world
Yielding at length to the advice of his
friends Billy determined to quit the coun-
try He started for the Indian nation
apd had gone but few miles when he
stopped at MaXwelrs ranch for dinner
Sheriff Pat Garrett, who had been trail
ing him for several days, arrived on the
scene while Billy was eating. The room
into which 1 was shown as told at the
beginning of this narrative, was furnish
ed with two doors, one opening into an
adjoining apartment and the other lead
ing to veranda. Garrett entered by the
veranda door, his revolver held behind his
back. AS he entered, Billy jumped to
his feet, gun in hand, and demanded of
Maxwell in whisper: "Quien es esto?"
Io ;e l,of
him. Before Maxwell could reply, Gar
rett threw his gun to a level and pulled
the trigger. Without waiting to see the
result of his shot he fled from the room.
and sought refuge behind a well over the
top of which he peered, ready to fire
again should Billy appear.
Maxwell, at the sound of the gun, ran
through the other door and reached the
ground by means of side window. He
too fled for safety to an Clubhouse fearing
that Billy might suspect him of treach-
cry. For half an hour neither Garrett
nor Maxwell stirred from their positions.
There was no sign of life inside the ranch
and the stiffness was becoming oppressive.
At his juncture an aged Mexican woman
named Rimoldi rode up to the ranch.
Garrett hailed her and offered her fifty
cents to go into the house and see what
Billy was doing. A few minutes later she
reappeared and motioned Garrett to APP
proach
Billy was found stone dead seated on the
floor with his back against the door
through which Maxwell had run. He was
facing the door through which Garrett
had entered, and his revolver was clutched
in his dead right hand. With dying
strength he had dragged himself to the
place where he was found, and sat there
doubtless praying for Garrett to return
while he had strength to pull the trigger.
The bullet from the sheriffs revolver had
passed through his chest and he died of
internal hemorrhage. There remains one
more incident in connection with the death
of Billy, the Kid. A soldier at Fort Stan
ton, whose brother had been killed in
fight with Billy, swore he would travel
miles to bury cat in the same grave with
the Kid. In pursuance of his VOW he trav
eled thirty miles one day with cat in a
bag hung to his saddle. Reaching the
grave by moonlight he began to dig a hole
in the mound when from clump of bush
es at a little distance away the report of
rife rang out. and the soldier fell with
a bullet in his thigh. I asked the leuten-
ant if he knew who fired the shot, and he
said no, but in such a tone of voice as to
lead me to believe that he did.
Frederick Bancroft.