The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1904-03-03
THE PRINCE UNION: THURSDAY MARCH 81 1901.

where they live, the people that hate
him, is it? The White Caps?''
'"They call themselves that" replied
Briscoe. Usually White Caps are a
vigilance committee in region where
the law isn't enforced These fellows
aren't that kind. They got together to
wipe out grudges, and sometimes didn't
need any grudge just made their raids
for pure devilment. There's feud be-
tween us and them that goes back into
pioneer days, and only few of us old
folks know much about it."
"And he was the first to try to stop
them?"
'Well, you see, our folks are pretty
long suffering" said Briscoe apologet-
ically. "We'd sort of got used to the
meanness of the Crossroads. It took
stranger to stir things up, and he
did. He sent eight of them to the peni-
Tertiary, some for twenty years"
AS they passed the saloon man
stepped into the doorway and looked
at them. He was coatless and clad in
garments worn to the color of dust.
His bare head was curiously malform-
ed, higher on one side than on the 9TH
er, and though the blackboard passed
rapidly and at distance this singular
lopsidedness was plainly visible to the
occupants, lending an ugly significance
to his meager, yellow face. He was
tall, lean, hard, powerfully built. He
eyed the strangers with affected Ian
guor and then. when they had gone by.
broke into sudden loud laughter.
'That was Bob Skillet. the worst of
the lot," said the judge 'Harkless
sent his son and one brother to prison,
and it nearly broke his heart that he
couldn't swear to Bob.''
When they were beyond the village
and in the open road again Miss Sher-
wood took 4 deep breath. II think
breathe more freely. That was hid
eous laugh he sent after u.s.
The judge glanced at his guests face
and chuckled. II guess we won't
brighten you MUCH" he said Young
lady, l don't believe you'd be afraid of
many things. would you? You don't
look like it. Besides, the Crossroads
isn't Plattville, and the White Caps
have been too scared to do anything
much except try to get even with the
Herald for the last two years-ever
since it went for them. They're lay
ing for HAIRLESS partly for revenge and
partly because they daren't do any
thing until he's out of the way
The girl gave low cry with sharp
intake of breath. "Ah, one grows tired
of this everlasting American patience!
Why don't the Plattville people do
something before they
Its just as say" Briscoe answer
ed. ''Our folks are sort of used to
them. I expect we do about all we
can. The boys look after him nights,
but the main trouble is that we can't
make him understand he ought to be
more afraid Of them. If he'd lived here
all his life he would be. If they get
him there'll be trouble of an illegal ma
ture." He broke off suddenly and nod
ded to a little old man in buck
board turning off from the road into
farm lane which led up to trim cot
tage with honeysuckle vine by the
door. That's Mrs. Wimby's husband
said the judge in an undertone.
Miss Sherwood observed that Mrs.
Wimby's husband was remarkable for
the exceeding plaintiveness of his ex-
preston. He was a weakened, blank.
pale eyed little man, with a thin white
mist Of neck whisker, and he was
dressed in clothes much too large for
MIN. No more inoffensive figure than
this feeble little old man could be i'm
agined. yet his was the distinction Of
having received hostile visit from his
neighbors Of the Crossroads. A vaga-
bonding tinker, he had married the one
respectable person of the section. a
widow, who had refused several gen
tlemen at the Crossroads, and so COM
plete was the bridegroom's insignifi-
canoe that 10 all the world his own
name was lost. The bride continued to
be known by her former name as ''Mrs.
Windy" and her spouse was usually
called "Widder Woman Wimby's hus-
band'' or "Mr. Windy" The bride sup
Piled his wardrobe with the garments
Of her former husband, and, alleging
this proceeding as the cause of their
anger, the White Caps broke into the
farmhouse one night, tore the old man
from his bed and before his wife's ewes
lashed him with sapling shoots till he
was near to death. A little yellow cur
that had followed his master on his
wanderings was found licking the old
mans wounds, and they deluged the
dog with kerosene and then threw the
poor animal upon a bonfire they had
made and danced around in heartiest
enjoyment
The man recovered, but that was no
palliation of the offense to the mind of
hot eyed young man from the east
who was besieging the county authori-
ties for redress and writing birthstone
and saltpeter for his paper. The DOW
ers of the county proving either lack
adaisical or timorous, he appealed to
those of the state, and he went every
night to sleep at farmhouse the own
pr of which had received a warning
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