The Bourbon news. [volume] (Paris, Ky.) 1895-19??, 1903-04-10


Mr.. Jones. Exactly. OF course they
do. So am I going to- This is the age
when everybody must pay for protec-
ton. So must we. We must pay the
power that rules to protect us from the
powers that prey And for that rea-
son I'm taking on P. Mixley"
Mr.. Hallowell gasped. "Good Lordl"
he exclaimed. do you mean ="
Mr.. Jones laughed quietly. Exact
ly," he continued. Sits a good trick
and safe one. Mixley is the head of
the gang-the robber baron of the ban
dts. Pay Mixley and he keeps his
hands off-that's all. But if you don't
pay him, you're a marked man. Sect"
Mr.. Hallowell saw. He was one of
the men who had refused MixIey's ad-
vances. He was large, broad-shoul-
dered man, was Mr.. Hallowell. one of
athletic tendencies, and man who was
at home nights, and he had concluded
that HalloweH was a good enough
Waterman for Hallowell's place. But
this was new one on him. And he
figured out little scheme.
''I'll get up test case" he remarked
to himself, "the outsiders versus Mix
ley, and see what comes of it."
One night at dusk the Waterman was
skimming noiselessly along in over
shoes, when large, burly figure DART
ed out of the shadow and laid it's hand
on Mixley's arm. Mixley turned quick
as a wink, and turned his light upon
the mans face.
"Lordy, Gully" said the man, don't
do that. l want to see youse. I'm a
new. one to you. You're Mixley, amt
your"
Mixley smiled and nodded. "Yep,"
he replied, easily, whats up?"
The other man shuf1ed around bit
uneasily. Say, here" he blurted out,
what's it goin' to cost me to do turn
here an there in this neighborhood?
I'm quiet sort of party and they
won't never catch me, and they won't
ever know you put me on. You put
up half dozen good houses, and I'll
go whacks with you, fair and square
better'n the other fellows. What've
you got that amt on your list?"
Mixley smiled again. well, I don't
know" he returned. ST like your
looks, and if you're on the square,
why But say, see here" he contin-
ued, 81 don't write nothing down. You
keep the places in your head, see? And
you whack up every time, see? If you
don't, you know what comes. It'll be
Mixley after you good an strong, don't
you forget" The other nodded uneas-
lily, but, reassuringly. 'I'H play you
fair he returned
"Well, then" said Mixley, "I'll give
'em to you one at time. Take this
HallOweH place on the corner-it's
a good haul, lots q stuff, and Hal
lowell hisself is a great big coward
You'll have no end of an easy time.
And for the next"
Eyes" responded the burglar,
eagerly, 'the next
'Humph, responded Mixley, that's
enough--one at time. You tackle
Hallowell's, and tackle it tonight,
and you whack up, an then we'll see,
Circumstances favored the bur-
glar. Everybody in the Hallowell
house went out that night, except a,
servant girl, way up in the peak of
the roof. She didn't count. The
house was as dark as pitch. A big,
burly figure, which until now had
been merely a part and parcel of the
darkness, now crept warily across
the lawn. 1t was the burglar. He
reached the basement window, and
there was a slight clink of metal as
he pulled forth a jimmy which was
so bran new that it twinkled as he
used 1T. He seemed to be an anna
teur, for he fumbled at the window
for some time.
Blame these things" he said, ST
thought it would be easy work"
Finally there was a snap, and the
window was raised, and the man
started to crawl in.
At that moment a firm hand was
laid upon his shoulder, and he turned
fearfully and hastily around. There
stood Mixley with a revolver leveled
at him. $50 no, my buck" said Mix
ley, "this is a new one on me-" The
man uttered an exclamation and
turned incontinently to run. Mixley
let him run across the lawn, and then
fired-in the air. Don't shoot-don't
shoot" exclaimed the man. weakly,
II won't run away" He didn't.
A crowd came running up, among
them a policeman. Mixley and the
cop secured their man and marched
him through the town down to the
station. The burglar made no at
tempt to escape, but attempted all
sorts of explanations to account for
his predicament. Mixley and the cop
merely laughed at them.
That's all right, old man." said
Mixley, getting good straight hold
on the prisoner, that sort of stuff
don't go down with Mixley-he's too
old bird"
Here he is, cap" said Mixley, tri-
umphantly, when they reached their