The Washburn times. [volume] (Washburn, Wis.) 1896-1976, 1904-09-22

Permit me to introduce myself as
Senior Casolani, and to hope that Senior
Clayton is WELL"
Thanks, awfully,' replied Jimmy as
he looked up from his paper and back
again.
"You may have heard of me?' con-
tinued the guerrilla, secretly admiring
the others GOODNESS, though it stung
him at the same time.
yes. You are the Internal MUIR
derer and outlaw who has been pranc-
ing through this part of the country
for the last seven or eight years. Yes,
1 have heard of you. In fact, I was
sent down here to maize your better
acquaintance, and l am glad you have
called"
1.-The usual semiannual payment is
due, believe" suggested the man as
his eyes began to burn in way to
make old Huabasco's flesh creep.
"And likewise something else,' grim
ly replied Clayton.
II do not understand the senior"
mo? Well if I should tell you to
get out Of here, would you understand
that?'
1t was evident to Casolani that he
had man of mettle to deal with, and
there was a smile on his face as he
thought of how he would make the
Americana beg for his life and lick
the dust off the floor before he was
through with him.
Does the senior wish to insult me?'
asked the guerrilla gently.
81 couldn't if l wanted to! Look
here, Casolini, this thing is played
QUIT"
You mean-yOu mean
Il mean that if you don't take your
self off and keep away from La Paz
I'll kill you like a dog. That's pat,
and you don't want to miss it. You've
killed scores and robbed hundreds, and
think yourself devil of a fellow, but
I'm not afraid of you. There's the door
you came in at, and if you are not gone
in two minutes I'll kick you outv'
"And now let me have my say" re-
piled the guerrilla in a voice hoarse
with passion and with eyes blazing
like mad tiger. Il do not shoot you
where you sit BECAUSE
Because you are coward at heart"
interrupted Clayton.
Because l admire brave man. You
are game, senior, and l respect you.
Let me say, however, that tomorrow
1 will return and sweep everything
here off the face of the earth and
carry away your ears in my pocket.
Today the mine may work; tomor-
row it shall be closed down forever.
Today there are 200 living men here;
tomorrow all shall be dead or scat
tered. That is the word Of Casolani,
senor."
''And l am much obliged to him.
Will you walk out or be kicked out?"
The guerrilla walked out and was
soon lost to sight in the forest, and
old Huabasco whispered to his sub
ordinates:
mot yet, my children-nOt yet. The
Senior Americana is cool and calm,
and there is sting to his words, but
he may be what his countrymen call
There was but one approach to the
mine, and Senior Casolani and his band
would come by that road. Men were
brought up from the depths of the
mine to dig and trench, the electrician
laid his wires and the civil engineer
planted his dynamite, and for two
hours before the guerrillas appeared
next day Senior Clayton sat on the
same chair with a lever within his
reach. Nobody had run away, nor had
work been suspended. Everything was
going on as usual when fifty or sixty
cutthroats came charging down the
wide road, yells on their lips and
knives in their hands. Senior Clayton
looked up and watched, and after a
bit his hand reached out and touched
the lever. There was an explosion
which made the mountain tremble in
it's bowels. Then he picked up his
paper and began reading again.
'My children" said old Huabasco
after the excited people had counted
up the dead and identified Don Case
lani among the number, II told you
first we must wait until Senior Case
lani had called; then 1 told you we
must wait for today. Now I tell you
we need wait no longer. Let us go
back to the Office and give what the
Americanos call three cheers for what
the same people also call a Jim dandy
of a manw