Santa Fe new Mexican. [volume] (Santa Fe, N.M.) 1898-1951, 1899-01-27

from a revival meeting in a neighborins
town.
He stopped and spoke with them, but
declined to join them, as he was very tired
from his labors, and his wife would be
anxious If he did not return.
II saw the two horsemen coming to-
ward me, and they turned off the road
and galloped to the west just about a
quarter of a mile below Slawson's ranch.
l dare say they are the fellows you are
looking for, and you'll soon catch them"
And with a God bless you" he was gone.
A large crowd gathered at the meeting
that night and after several hymns had
been sung and an eloquent prayer had
been offered by the beloved pastor he arose
to begin his sermon. He announced the
text, blessed are the pure in heart, for
they shall see God, when there was a COM
motion near the door. The parsons face
blanched, and, murmuring a few words
about not having strength to proceed, he
staggered down from the pulpit and to-
ward the door at one side which led to an
other exit.
At the same time Buck Mccoy rushed
wildly up the aisle, shouting: stop that
mani Stop himl He's the thiefl'
The words were scarcely out of his
mouth before pandemonium reigned.
Buck was roughly seized, revolvers were
flourished, and he narrowly escaped mob
bling for thus maligning the idol of the
people. Some of the cooler heads advised
order and succeeded In quieting the crowd
and insisting that in justice to the mar
accused they should hear what Buck had
to say.
He was allowed to Mount the platform,
and the audience listened breathlessly
while he told his story. which was sub
stantially this:
He and Pete Webster con sinued the
search after the rest Of the men returned
home. A few miles on they came across a
man lying in the road who had evidently
been thrown from his horse. A mask COW
cred his face, SO they tore 1t off and dis
covered that he was unconscious-perhaps
dead. But they discovered something of
greater Importance. Shorn of all dis
guises, the robber was none other than
the parsons wife,
They took her to the nearest ranch ana
got a doctor, but she was dead The doc
tor recognized her as Desperate Kate" a
character known throughout the vest,
who we'll deserved her name. The other
desperate was undoubtedly the shooting
parson. In proof that it was he, Buck
produced a wide sombrero hat, long curly
wig and a mask, which he found in some
bushes. The impostor had evidently dis
carded them when he thought they We're
in danger of being captured. He must
have carried the black felt hat in his
pocket and, substituting that for the SOM
brero, turned back and met the posse,
throwing them off the track and allowing
his companion a chance to escape.
They proceeded to his house, but the
bird had flown, and a search revealed suf-
ficient stolen property to substantiate
Bucks story. 1t was afterward learned
that he was 'Comanche Bill, the partner
of Desperate Kate" and a king of des-
peradoes.
Out of that fire of hell at Las Guasimas
on the Gath of June two soldiers bore a
wounded comrade. They left him a blan-
ket and went back to the fight, while he
lay there cursing his luck that prevented
him going OH up the hill with the rest.
When the sur sets in Cuba, and the
heavy dew falls, a man has need of a blan'
ket, for an awful chill takes hold Of him
after the terrible neat Of the day. Near
him was another wounded soldier, a
rough rider, who had few clothes and nc
blanket. He was badly cut up by a piece
of shell and suffering intense agony.
partner, u sang out the first soldier,
'ef you'll try to roll to me I'll roll to you
an share my blanket with you"
The rolling began and after many pain
full efforts they came together and lay
spoon fashion under the blanket to keeI
warm. BY and by they dropped to sleep
and day was breaking when the owner o.
the blanket awoke. His c%ompanion's arm
was thrown across his shoulder and HI
edged away very gently so as not to AWAKE
him. He needn't have been 80 careful
The rough rider was stone dead, and smil
ing as il he had never known a pain. Hi
companion gave a start and looked closel
in his face.
"Gee whiz! the shootin parson, by al
that's wonderful exclaimed the owne
Of the blanket, who was Buck Mccoy o
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