The Press., 1897-08-12
ONE KIND OF BAD MEN
THOSE WHO ARE DANGEROUS TO
 RoWDlEs AND ROBBERS.

A Wyoming Cattleman Who Checked che
 Little Game of Two Chicago Thieves.
 How Millinery Salesman COwed 8 Tough
 That Wanted to Shoot at Everything.
 What is known as bad man in the far west is not necessarily man of an unvaryingly evil disposition or of dis position evil at all He may be uniform ly and cussedly bad or bad only in the sense of being dangerous to those who offer him unjustifiable provocation. have met many varieties of the species in my 20 years of travel west of the Mississippi. !" said former commercial traveller.
 sI was in the train in which 1t hap pened, although did not see the occur renee, when two thieves came to grief in trying to rob cattleman. It was in the Chicago, Burlington and Quincy station in Chicago, or, rather, just be- yond the station. The thieves evidently had planned the robbery beforehand. knowing that the oattleman had q large sum of money with him, and they had followed him to the train and aboard a coach. He had seated himself near the middle of the car. After the train had started and got under good headway 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 train, but they hadn't reckoned rightly on the quickness of the cattleman's pis- tol. Drawing his revolver, he brought down one of the thieves half way to the door, mortally wounded, with a bullet through his back. Turning, he fired at the other, just dashing out at the door, shooting him through the heart so that he fell dead on the platform.
 ''The whole thing was done so quick ly that few of the passengers in the coach were aware that anything unusual out. Then naturally there were jumping up and confusion and mysteries. The cattIeman, pistol in hand, went at once to the first thief he had shot, searched him and, not finding his pooketbook, went 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 i the next station was reached, Here he got out, asked the telegraph operator tC notify the police that he was waiting 1 for them to arrest him and staid until they came. The cproner's jury exoner- ated him for tho killing, and his case, Il ever it came before court, was QuicklS dismissed met him hftctward in Wy oming, quict, everyday sort of man oi no particular reputation ns a shot, who had got along with little trouble i'll { fighting way before and after his ex ploit at Chicago, but he showed him. self great at this one time when nerve and promptness and gaol craftsmanship were needed.
 II saw a rough fellow taken down by man who was not bit rough to lool l at once on a passenger train of tht l Southern Pacific road, west of Deming. 1 It was ill a parlor car, and the tougl l had arrived at the stage of drunkenness I where he felt it necessary to get out hil i pistol and shoot at telegraph poles along the side of the track He got ugly whet the conductor spoke to him and allowed l he'd do pretty much as he pleased and I AR,,k S-,Ao IL. wouldn't turn up for his victuals next day or at any time after It is probable l that the trainhands eventually would have brought him to rights, but pas senger, slim, quiet, refined looking man, took the business ip hand anG saved them the trouble.
 'The fun began when the tough's pis- tol went off in the car, by accident quite likely. At this the slim man got up anG walked back to him. carrying slender I walking stick in his hand.
 "t'There has been enough of this busi ness, he said. 'Put that pistol up "T he tough jumped up from his seat
 "'Ramp youP he shouted. Do you know who you re talking to? You gitF
 "He started t9 cock bis pistol as he spoke, but the hammer didn't get hall way up The thing was done too sud. denly for my eye to follow, but the pis- tol changed down on the floor between them, knocked from tho fellows hand 1 by blow with the stick The tough swore and clptched with the other hand 1 at his hand thaqt had been so smartly rapped. The slim man stoopea, picked up the pistol and threw it out Of the window.
 "'Now, will you behave yourself9' he asked, looking the fellow in the eye, with the expression of a wild beast tanner and holding the stick as fencing master holds his foil at ready
 z You bet, was the prompt answer, and the topgh man sat meeklyl down. He was very much oR his gepd behavior all the rest of the trip. He even tried te make friends with the slim man. Fhe slim mans name, by the way, was E. T. Hallam, an agent for millinery goods firm. He received the Honizing of the \ other passengers modestly, acknowledg- ing, however, that he fenced and spar red some and conld play llttttle at sin gle stick. "--New York Sun. ''' Fl,