Morris tribune. [volume] (Morris, Minn.) 1880-2000, 1901-11-23

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and gave himself up to the agent.
he would have displayed more sense
ifhe had remained behind his wagon
and died Ia the smoke 81 his Win
chester.
The agent, the nephew and the
DIES did not 90 mile toward the
agency before the Indians took the
nephew and, tying him to pine
tree, spent several blissful hours ID
torturing him to death. The agent
was powerless to interfere.
IL Jones the elder found the truth
the evening Of tie same day. He
turned little pale under the thirty
years of tan which Drowned his face;
but said nothing. AS well as he
could he hitched Up his teams and
went ahead. His course was slow.
Where the going was easy the neph-
ew's team, eight mules, coAld fol-
low the others and got along all
right. Where it was rough Old Jones
halted them and, after driving his
own team over, came back for them,
Two months later the old man
unloaded his freight at a camp IN
the Gunnison country. He told
the story of his nephew's death and
charged it to the agent. The popu-
lace agreed with him to a man. Old
Jones insisted the agent should
likewise suffer death. Public senti-
ment rushed to the same conclu-
sion. Every man in the lineup dis
trict who heard Of the matter at
once advised Jones to go back and
kill the miserable agent or, if that
scheme did not suit, to hire some
one who would. Never was public
sentiment so uniform in a matter
before. It was beautiful.
'Hire some one to go back. Kill
the agent!" This struck Old Jones,
who had strong commercial in-
stincts, as a good thing. he in
quired for some one who would. I'M
dertake the enterprise. He did not
think it should cost much. ct is
dead easy to d." he said Jest
ride ca'mly to the agency and beef
him and then ride away. That
oughtn't to cost no fortune" And
he was willing to give "hoss and
outfit" and $500.
's1N go you" said q bad looking
gentleman called Curly Bill.
Curly Bill was certainly a very
bad man, as any one might see BY
examining his six shooter. He had
fled away the sights as superfuous
to one SO sure and keen and had
taken out the trigger, trusting to
explode his interesting weapon by
the simple process Of letting the
hammer fall from his thumb. These
changes in the ground plan Of q
Colts a. always bespeak q bad man
the wide west. over, and such was
Curly Bill, the parsonage who want
ed to hire out to kill the agent.
Preliminaries were arranged, and
the horse and outfit were turned
over, in company with 5000 Of the,
$500, and Curly Bill rode away on
his long pull for the Ute agency.
Six weeks and their happenings
were added to history, and so far
nothing foated back from Curly
Bill. One afternoon he rode again
into the camp in the Gunnison
country. The public crowded about
to learn of his success. Curly Bill
got out of the saddle and stepped
into a saloon. The public followed
and at his request took drink with
him. At last Old Jones put the
question:
did you get. him, Curly2'
'No, /" said Curly Bill
"Why not p
sWeil,o said Curly Bill, with an
amiable drawl, "1'll tell you what's
the matter. z see, the cuss offer
ed me $1,000 TO come back and
down you"
There was a profound silence.
Old Jones seemed thoughtful and
cast down, and the public walled.
At last Old Jones put another per-
tinent inquiry:
well, whatever do Yun allow
YOU u do about it &.
teyerM you do about it?''
said Curly Bill sWill you raise
him ?"
oppose I don't raise him" said,
Old Jones. oppose I don't even
call him?n And al ugly glare be-
gan to shine ii bis watery gray eyes,
albeit his voice was low and his face
calm.
WELL said Curly Bill, with vast
nonchalance, Gin that event I reck-
on I'll have to 60 him.
The public took q deep breath at
this announcement, and Old Jones