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


 A Wyoming Cattleman Who Checked the Little Game of Two Chicago Thieves. : How Millinery Salesman Cowed a Tough That Wanted to Shoot at Everything.
 What is known as bad man in the far west is not necessarily a 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 90 years of travel west of the Mississippi" said former commercial traveller.
 "I 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 a 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 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 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, be 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 was going on until the pistol shots rang out. Then naturally there were jumping up and confusion and mysteries. The cattleman, pistol in hand, went at once to the first thief he had shot, searched him and, not finding his pocketbook, went back through the car to where the other thief lay dead on the platform. The crowd gave him frse passage along the aisle, you can bet. At the door g 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 ho remained quietly until the next station was reached, Here he 1 got out, asked the telegraph operator tC notify the police that Ee wns waiting | for them to arrest him and staid unti they came. The cproner's jury exoner- ated him for tho killing, and his case, 1. ever it came before court, was anickl3 dismissed. l met him aftcfward il Wy oming, qnict everyday sort of man Ot no particular reputation ns shot, wht had got along with little trouble in { 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 gaoA craftsmanship were needed
 ''I saw a rough fellow taken down by a man who was not bit rough to looi l at once on passenger train of th' Southern Pacific road, west of Deming It was in parlor car, and the tougl had arrived at the stage of drunkenness where he felt it necessary to get out hi pistol and shoot at telegraph poles along the side of the track. He got ugly whel the conductor spoke to him and alloWee he'd do pretty much as he pleased ant that the man who interfered with hin wouldn't turn up for his victuals nex day or at any time after. It is probable that the trainhands eventually would have brought him to rights. but pas senger, slim. quiet, refined looking man, took the business 1p hapd ane saved them the trouble.
 "The fun began when the tough's Dis tol went off in the car, by accident quit, likely. At this the slim man got up ant walked back to him. carrying slender 1 walking stick in his hand.
 z :There has been enough of this busi ness.' he said. Put that pistol up. 1 "The tough jumped up from his seat
 "'Damn yonl' he shouted. Do yoy know who you re talking to? You gitl
 "He started te cock bis pistol as h' spoke, but the hammer didh't get hal 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 hant by blow with the stick The tougl swore and clptched with the other hand at his hand that had been so smartly sapped. The slim man stopped, picked up the pistol and threw it out Of tho window.
 Now, will you behave yourself?' hs asked, looking the fellow in the eye 1 with the expression of a wild beas tanner and holding the stick as fencing master holds his foil at ready
 You bet, was the prompt answer and the topgh man sat meekly down. II, was very much oR his good behavior behlaaly al the rest of the trip. He even tried t make friends with the slim man. Fh' slim mans name, by the way, was E. T Hallam, an agent for millinery geedl firm. He received the nonizing of thu other messengers modestly, aoknowledg ing, however, tbat he fenced and spar red some and conld play little at sin gle stick. "-New York Sun. ''' '''