The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1897-12-16

ing fellow. He stood six feet in his socks,
built in proportion, an with features clear
cut as "a marble statue. lie wore his hair,
that was jet black. long and fallin' over his
shoulders in the old frontier fashion. lie
was a regular dude too. OUTSIDE Char
ley Utter, who was wild BilPs pard up in
Wyoming, l never saw a chap put on more
style. Five-dolar gold pieces for but
tons for his buCkskins Mexican sombrero
covered with silver work an two silver
plated an ivory-handlod siX-shooters an
all that kind. He hailed from Wyoming
too-leastwlse he said he did an when 1t
was found out that he was Russian born
the boys gave him the name Of Russian
Bib to distinguish him from the other
Bills
wen. Russian Bin always had plenty
Of money an spent It freely The boys
wondered where he got IL. He didn't pros
pect an had no mining claims to sell or
bond, an all that stood to his name on the
recorders books was a ranch location in
the Animas valley yet he was always
flush. lie used to 20 away Tor weeks at
time an always come back with money to
burn. When Curly or his crowd was in
town he would make a point of gon'
around sWaggerin' with them and in Rock
sey's saloon he'd drop hints, when half
loaded, of being one of the gang an talk
Of successful raids among the Mexican
ranches up Janos way. Then he was
handy with his six-shooter and used to
show the boys some trick shots. They'd
give him taffy to liquor al his expense, an
when he was joliied as bein' quick on the
draw. he'd give it to be understood that he
had dropped his man more nor once
About this time things were getting
worse than ever around Shakespeare an
what Mr., Seth Low would call the better
element was gettin' desperate So one
night when Sandy King, a suspected horse
fgf fg, MD h q, a han
We're both arrested and lodged In the Gala
boose on a warrant from old Judge
Graves
IAN hour after a mob took them out an
up TO Smyths corral. on their way they
met Russian Bil an took him also along.
Judge Lynch lowed that Sandy had lived
long enough for the good of the commune
ty, an that on his own confession IL was
about time for Bill to stack his chips an
quit, as he couldn't play a square game.
SANDY took his medicine like q little
man. Only asked for a drink an olga
rette. When he had finished smokin' he
threw away the end aud was swung up TO
"a cross beam In the corral It wasn't so
with poor Bill. He fell on his knees an
swore by the eternal that he had never
killed a man in his life anywhere, an had
never stolen "a horse nor a blanket. He
said that his money came from his home
in Riga, Russia, that he was a nobeman,
an that his mother was a countess. He
begged them for the love Of God not to
string him up until he could write to Por-
ter an Crawford, the Silver City bankers,
where his money was. They didn't believe
a word he said, an spurned him for
white-liVered cuss not tit TO live anyway.
Judge Lynch couldn't wait, an, kiclSin' an
howlin' for mercy, he was strung up after
Sandy
His story was true all right Three
months after the lynching a letter came
TO Harvey Whitehill, sheriff Of the county.
from some Russian countess. / disremem-
Der her name, but II ended In 'offsky,' like
all of them, inquiring about her son, last
heard of in Grant county, New Mexico.
And the kid?"
"They let him off with a sound whip
ping with a Mexican quirt. He died a few
months after over to Tombstone Of small