The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1903-07-25

fallen in the feud that ragged between theMellerys
and the Petticords. Old Dabney Mellery, grand
father of Sam and the founder of the house-or at
least one of the founders of killed
of the Brentburg courthouse. He only
door of courthouse but in the front door that
open into quarrel Of more than length
The civil while the feud height,
putting aside personal differences the two factions
the same army. But when the warcloud rolled away,
and the bell in the tower standing sky
rang out the peal of to the nation the Meerys
and the Pettcords fell apart renewed bitterness
They hunted for another with the
the inventive spirit of the had called
slow muzze loader had been aside. One of the
Petticords sroking the barrel loader re-
marked eyes, sir there has been great change So
ciety since the war began Fighting hard
work, pouring out POWDER pressing ball and cut
ting OF the patching, to nothing of ramming
down sticky barrel, but it's play. And still
some folks say the world is getting
He looked upon his gun scientific farmer might
have regarded Indeed it a reaper in
the harvest of DEATH At this speech Petit
cord was standing in sadders shop, facing the
1t court day, farmers had begun to
ride in the surrounding country had been so
much boodshed such believing such spite
full whstling bullets it was now keen pleasure
breaking up land of OATS corn young onions
peepng up to caole the appetite that looks for tender
sprigs the spring. -.
Jeff said old man, speaking to Petticord you
don't mean that you folks goin' back to fghtin'
again do your"
was as cold his had been frozen with surprise
You amt smart old man but thought Won had rnora
sense than to ask such question. ought know
that our fight can't end till all the fighters gone.
At that moment cry arose on the public square.
gathered about travelling fakr Horses broke
htchng racks and galloped away Shopkeepers slammed
their DOORS AS yet there had been other
q cry, but on that what fierce distress
1t was the cry of the Petticords. The town
shall fled with his head between shoulders
In weak voice the sheriff cried peace in the
law and took his leaped from the
door Of the saddler's shop, and the fight began.
not open engagement, charge and a struggle.
The science that had invented the gun had
developed caution. It was dodge and fire from
hind trees and the of houses. evening
it known that but of the Petticords
left alive and that all but Mellery
g. He handsome fellow tall, graceful,
polite He had shown aptitude letters
and of his songs had been sung in while he
man-hunting along the borders bloody
ness. It was song Of honeysuckles and love-
After the last fight Sam left home and west.
The law barked at his heels till he had county
behind The sheriff weak, but the people strong
to their community. The remaining Petticords fed
no whittier
In the west there many opportunities rich
and gold; but Sam mOurned his home,
log the hills the blue creek fortune teller who
nothing Of his history told him that
with his boots And this thought haunted him. He
had ambition to distinguish himself, the only
of his family to die with bare day said
to friend:
81 don't to get rich win any fame.
Ny aim is to die with my boots off,
"Thats enough his friend replied.
eyes, it so, but with member of my family
it isn't. Down in country when they hear of the
death of Melery they ask when killed They
inquire what he died Of They know. And
like to surprise those people by dying with feet
Once had other ambitions wanted great be
talked about wanted to write and have