The St. Louis Republic. [volume] (St. Louis, Mo.) 1888-1919, 1902-06-08

Lied for a center shot, but hes hit so hart
he's gone before ever he gets action
You say his arm IL up?' says Poets
The cplprit asserts thai he does. Then.
says Poets, the troqth is easy TO run down.
Gents, the facts IN ibis matter amt camped
a minute ahead
"Tharuppn Peets prodoces one Of then
1tm-crow devices he calls a probe an en-
tiers upon some experiments When de-
parteds arm Is extended. same as when a
gent shoots. the bullet-hole Is clean an on.
interrupted Put his arm down by his side
as IN hours Of peace an the var GUS muscles
sort o. slides on themse'fs that AWAY an
closes the bullet hole up. That probe r.
barred. Whereupon Poets gives 1t out that
eccoosed tells the trooth an certainly
shoots his man after the latter is IN psi
Ton to wage war. That settles it: VIZ
throws him loose.
BUT the yarn I has my mental Iariat on
at tne start Is a heap different 1t comes
on at another time an place. It's only a
~aneckdote Of Bill Wilson'S revenge. Like
wise its as simple as calf brandin'. This
Bill Wilson, l learns later, has some fame
In the BRACES country as a shore an sud
den person with his artillery. No: 1 don't
encounter him along the Brazos. When
sees him, he'G way Moth on the Canadian
He's rode hundreds of miles to get revenge.
An he gets IL; an cashes In with his life
at the same time.
Shore. 1 approves OF revenge. It's q
vrchoo. revenge is, an twin brother to
gratitoode They're both cut from the same
piece or leather, an belong together ike
two stirrups on thes same saddle. This Bill
Wilson Is out for a party who rubs out his
brother. An as I inIlmates, he meets with
success on the roundup.
It's when I'm leayin' Tascosa with a
eight-mule team an 'pintin' out for Vegas,
this Wilson accosts me. I'm Jest steppin'
Int tho Codll- - --
pore old Tom, It IS.
"Pard,' he says, I'm travelin' your trail
an If you-all don't mind, I'll bal you COM
psny. IN pay for my chuck he says.
which you won't pay for nc grub with
me- 1 %retorts, AN you're plumb welcome
to go as far as you likes at that. III call
1t squar for our company
It's powerful lonesome on the plains. an
f%reightin' alone like 1 be. the s'ciety of a
decent seemfn' sport comes as a relief. So
its arranged, an Wilson mounts his pony
a mighty excellent bronco, too, she is-an'
comes rackin' along.
It's mighty likely months ago when
mentions to you, casual. about when ]
swings over to a ranch for mule-rations
an gets ag'inst a defunct c~ow-puncher
hangin' in a ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS he is-an'
the range boss trackin' about the home
rancho with his arm wropped up an the
blood still wet from a new bullet hole. It's
lhdl WOUNDED range poss' this Bill wilson
| comes Moth to meet
One evenin' when we're ten lays out
from Tacosa, this Wilson is settin by the
fire. quiet an keen. He's a lean, quick
gent, with gray eyes an a jaw which is
broad at the angles an sharp at the pint,
the same as the jaws Of dead game gets
frequent is. This Wilson amt much of !
hand TO converse, an so far, he amt on
bosomed himself touchin his purpose or his
destination. I don't ask; for as 1 lays bar
former inquis'tiveness is mighty bad man.
ners in the Southwest. This yere night.
however, Wilson gets commemorative an
tells all about himself, an the COW outfi:
he's ridln' for on the Brazos when he's or
his own proper range. Partic'lar. he in
forms me that he's right now engaged on q
] scout for q party who kills OF