The Opelousas courier., 1902-02-01
my side. I hurriedly explained the

situation to him, and In less time than
il takes to describe it, Rem had forced
open the door of Carriers % ana
made for the murderer, who was Ia
the act of escaping out of a window
that led to the shed yer the back We
randa. A shot rang out. Rem stag
gered, and placing his hand 10 lis
forehead, fell to the floor.
Carter was desperate now, n TAX
ing aim at me, fired again. rtun
w the bullet missed its mark. Taking
advantage of this l sprang at him be-
fore he had time to raise his gun again
and throwing my arms about his neck
I made n mighty effort that brought
him to his knees, and succeeded III
deriving him OF the smoking pistol
he held in tightly clutched hands. Car
ter had realized that his only nope OF
freedom was to overpower me n mad
very nearly accomplished his task
when the noise of the pistol shots n
the scramble attracted the attention OF
the boarders below. Rushing up the
| stairs, they succeeded in making Carter
a prisoner before he had time to get
away. A messenger was at once sent
for a physician, while the constable OF
the little town was sent for to take
charge of Garter. Rem was placed in
a sitting nsgitlon and everything pos
sible vs. done to make the poor fell
low cohfortable while we awaited the
arrival of the physician.
- The murderer was tied to a chair and
placed under the watchful eye OF a
boarder. Again and again he tried to
free himself, but finally gave up the
attempt and confessed that his right
name was Frank West and that it was
he who murdered Mr.. Warren because
Warren prevented him from robblng
the house. He also confessed that IA
years ago he murdered Ren's Indian
father by running up behind him n
stabbing him in the back. He was
about to continue his story when sud-
denly his voice was drowned by a
shrill cry, a cry that is very familiar
to the ears of a keeper in a madhouse.
1u41IAS Jul ntlCIALIoA AA tAAS UAAS>
ton when the sound came, we saw
Rem upon his feet, his dark eyes fair
ly dancing out of his head, every u
Gle in his huge frame trembling and
a grin Of determination upon his face.
He crossed the room to where West
was a prisoner, drew a glittertng dag
ger from his hip pocket, and with the
swiftness Of a cat he cut the rope
which held West firmly to the chairs
You are free now" exclaimed Rem,
handing West the knife that he freed
him with. Take this. Now face old
white Wings son."
At the same moment he displayed
another knife and f%iourishing it high
in the air he exclaimed: This, West,
is the knife you killed my father with,
and | trust that Almighty God in
heaven will give me strength enough
to avenge my fathers ~cowardly murder
by killing you with the same knife"
In another instant the two men met
in the centre of the room and for a few
moments they struggled, tightly
clasped in each others embrace. Rem
was decidedly weak from lne loss Of
blood, but he fought West like a mad
man. Suddenly the two separated and
West reeled about for a few seconds
and then fell to the floor, dead.
Rem had succeeded in holding his
antagonist in a wise like grip till he
thrust through the heart of Frank
West the blade that "A years ago had
sent his father to his death.
Turning to me, Rem said: Il have
carried out my fathers last earthly
wish, for | will not be 81 years of age
for three weeks to come" He made an
effort to say sometning more to me,
but the hand of death was reaching
out for him now, and with 9 pitiful
moan, he sank back in my arms. Just
then the physician arrived. TOO
late" he exclaimed, and so it was, for
death had claimed one of the bravest
men that the state of Montana has
ever produced.-New York Evening
star.