CanÌƒon City record. [volume] (CanÌƒon City, Colo.) 1883-192?, 1904-02-18

"Fu git pap to Kill per
their hardness and began 70 think on
what they should do TO the man who
had brought misfortune and terror up
on them. For a long time be had been
publishing their threatening letters and
warnings in column which he headed
"Humor OF the Day"
When the Briscoe blackboard had left
the Crossroads far behind and had
come in sight OF PlattviIle Mr. Bris-
GOES visitor turned to Fisbee with
repetition OF the shiver that the laugh
ter OF Mr.. Skillet had caused her and
said half under her breath. Il wlsh-l
half wish-thst we had not driven
through there" She clasped Mr.. Fls.
bees hand gently. His eyes shone. He
touched her fingers with a strange. shy
reverence.
'-You will meet him tomorrow" he
said softly
She laughed aud pressed his hand
I'm afraid not. was almost at his
side last night when Minnie asked him
TO call on me. He wasn't even inter
ested enough to look at me"
Something over Two hours later. as
Mr. Tom Martin was putting things 10
rights In his domain, the Dry Goods
Emporium. previous TO his departure
for the evenings gossip and checkers
at the drug store. be stumbled over
something soft lying on the floor be
hind n counter. The thing rose and
would have cvaded him. but he put out
his hands and pinioned IL and dragged
IL TO the show window. where the light
OF the fading day defined his capture.
The capture shrieked and squirmed
and fought earnestly. Grasped by the
shoulder. he held lean. fierce eyed.
undcrsized girl Of fourteen clad in one
ragged cotton garment. unless the coat
OF dust she wore over all might be es-
tecmed another. Her cheeks were sal
low, and her brow was already shrewd
ly lined. and her eyes were as hypo-
critical as they Were savage. She was
very thin md little. but old Toms
brown face grew n shade nearer white
when the Hight fell upon her.
You're no Plattville girl he said
sharply.
you lic,-' cried the child "You lie!
| am! You leave me go. will you? I'm
lookln' fer pap. and you're liarr'
You crawlcd in here to sleep after
your seven mile walk. didn't your
Martin went on.
You're a liar!'' she screamed.
Look here" said Martin slowly.
you go back to Six Crossroads and
tell your folks that II anything happens
TO hair OF Mr.. Harkless' head every
shnnty in your town will burn, and
your grandfather. and your father. and
your uncles, and your brothers and
your cousins. and your second cousins,
and your third cousins will never have
the good luck to see the penitentinry.
Reckon you can remember that mes
sageg But before let you go to carry
IL guess you might as well hand out
the paper they sent you over here
with"
His prisoner fell into paroxysm OF
rage.
'I'll git pap TO kill yer she shricked.
striking at him. Il don't know nothin'
bout yer six Crossroads, ncr no pa
pers, ner yer Mr., Harkels neither. ncr
you. ye razorbackcd ole devil. Pap
II kill ye! Leave me go! Leave me
go. Pap II kill YET I'll git him to
kill yer Suddenly her struggles ccas-
ed. her eyes closed. her tense little mus.
clcs relaxed. and she dropped toward
the floor The old man shifted his grip
TO support her. and in an instant she
twisted out OF his hands and sprang
out OF reach. her eyes shining with tri-
umph and venom.
"Yahay, Mr., Razorbackw she shriil-
ed. "How's that fer highy Pap II
kill ye Sunday Yen be scrccchln' in
hell in week, an we 'ull set up an
drink our applejack an laffr'
Martin pursued her lumberlnsly, bu,
she was agile as monkey and ran
dodging mp and down the counters and
mockcd him. singing. "Gran'mammy.
Tipsy Toe" At last she tired Of tlic
game and darted out Of the door. fling
Ing back hoarse laugh at him as shc
went He followed. but when he reach.
cd the street she was mere shadow
fitting under the courthouse trces He
hooked after her forsbodingly, then
turned bis syss tswaEd the Palace ho-