Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1901-08-08
BAD MAN FLANNAGAN'S TEAR
How the Marquis de Mores Subdued
n Desperate.

Everybody's Magazine; A certain
Bad Man" Flanagan undertook one
day to forestall the evolution of events
and wipe Medora, Dakota, off the map.
He had a grievance against the in
habitants. so he descended one sun
day afternoon, took possession OF the
depot drove the telegraph operator out
and proceeded TO amuse himself by
clicking the keys.
Three weeks before bad Man" Elan
nigan had been "on tear at Medora.
He wandered off toward the river and
went to sleep in the weeds. Some of
the citizens found him and reached his
hair with pair of sheep shears. That
is. they clipped il close on the sides of
his head and left II long on top. As
the bad mans hair naturally stood on
end, when he awoke he thought he
was n Sioux chief He was not OF n
romantic stamp, as a real bad man
should be. Short was Flanagan. red
faced, sandy-haired, crooked-nos al
kali-stained.
Satisfied at length that he had sue
ceeded in causing smash-up some
where along the railroad by his in
dustrious working of the Instruments.
Flanagan started out to settle his bill
against the town AS he went out of
the depot to the platform he saw half
a dozen men, headed by the telegraph
operator, coming toward him. II was
! Flannigans yell that made him fam
Gus. When he saw the approaching
delegation he lot go string of yells,
| putting in the punctuation marks with
| his big revolver The men reiterated
hurriedly and Flanagan intrenched
| himself in ditch beside the railroad.
| from which he could sweep the entire
village. There wasn't much to cover.
Just row of poor. little shacks facing
the railroad the packing house some
what to the left and almost beyond
range, and the brick church with its
gided cross. By the time Flanagan
was comfortably settled there was not
Il living thing in sight in Medora,
| I'm bring 'em out" said the bad
man. training his weapons on the un-
protected windows. Instead Of bring
ing them out he drove them to their
cellars Chuckling to himself, he di-
yided his attention between the line OF
shanties and the slaughter house. For
more than an hour the bad man CON
tinued the siege Then he began 10
tire of shooting away his ammunition
at something that wouldn't shoot
back. The church offered four win
dows with whole gitteripg panes. He
argued that perhaps the priest woult
come out to protect his property II NJ
one else would, so he began picking
out the window panes, one by one.
The second pane had scarcely crash
ed upon the floor before he Marquis
de Mores, who had beer sitting or
his veranda watching the lombard
ment, sprang To his leet He ran &c
the gate where "a horse. saddled and
| bridled, stood waiting The next
moment he was splashing through the
river and galloped toward the spot
where Flanagan lay on his stomach
blazing away. De Mores dismounted
when he reached the rairoaud en-
bankment and started on a run for
the bad man. revolver in hand. HI
approached Ilannigan from the rear
so that that gentleman did not hear
! his footsteps on the soft earth until
the marquis was within two yards OF
! him Ii was then too late to get one
Of his guns into action in the new d.
rection. and before the bad man
! could think twice the angry French
man had him by the collar and was
pounding his head against the ground.
you miserable scoundrel" the bad
man heard him say. you may break
all the windows In Medora and shoot
my slaughter house full Of holes: but
when you turn your guns on that ut
| tie church you'd just as well turn
them on mel"
| The desperate was disarmed and
| handed over to a deputy sheriff, who
| came crawling out from under the de-
pot platform. where he had been try
| ing to make "a tunnel to open air
through which he might shoot.