The San Francisco call., 1905-01-22

'The Fever at Bully Creek" is by
Charles Tenny jackson. whose story,
1.-THE Masque of JOY" appeared in the
Christmas edition of The Sunday Call.
Mr.. jackson is resident of San Fran
cisco and young writer whose work
has attracted attention in the East.
6 HE white painted headboard,
which stuck out Of the alkali
clods near the stage road two
a miles above the stamp mill, was
inscribed:
JOHN LANCASTER FRAYNE.
Departed This Life,
Per " b
July 5, 1899.
Bully Creek was complacently proud
of this disposal Of John Lancaster
.Traype. Contrary to all ideas Eastern
Of things Western-mining camps in
particular-the leading citizens of
Bully Creek maintained no private
burying grounds In fact Bully Creek
had never possessed a bad man" unless
claim to the distinction. Yet Frayne
had been only faro player, temperate,
tmperturbabis. serious minded, and en-
1i1ed TO such standing as any young
man might win by persistent efforts to
break De Young & ingalls, bank. In
which calling he was as successful as
any o<hsr student Of the layout
Q But, although Bully Creek respected
TACK Frayne's professional attainments
end H1ksd him for his quiet geniality
knd evident breeding. yet there had
BEEN bat two persons who showed gen.
es4ns regret ut the disclosures follow
hg ths night when the King Hill and
Las Animas stage rolled belated into
ramp, and "Pi-Ute" johnson came
haEdly into De Young & ingalls, place
- remark:
"vtrg1s blair got the Wizard this
kxfp Dropped him In the big nat east
ef youtsey's ranch"
Those two persons were Mrs. Story,
Ut whose hotel Frayne had boarded.
and Judge Blount, who. at the very
moment when the Pi-Ute appeared
with his announcement, was noting
eontemplatively that Frayne was not
at his accustomed place before Nina
a. Youngs layout. But then the young
man was wont to disappear few days
zach month, ION business in Tucson"
after which he resumed the feeding Of
money into Mina's bank with per-
functory interest.
The Judge followed the crowd into
the street. In the stage was dead
man. limp, dusty and with false white
beard hanging awry from his bloody
ear. Virgil Blair, the driver. and
Artis, the shotgun express messenger,
were the center of an attentive group.
Had eight thousand on from the
Blue Aster, and me ana Artie was
peeled for anythin' along the King Hill
road where the stage was held up last
May. Wasn't lookIn' for trouble when
we struck the big fat-ain't a stick
or stone big enough to hide coyote.
But right in the middle up jumps the
OLD man himself. IL was tuc Vi1 OIL
right-he'd dug a hole and covered up,
and now he had us sewed. Sung out
for the box, and just then somethin'
happened. Sounded like horse
throwin' himself off in the dark, and
the old man turned his head. Quick as
lightnin'. but nailed him. You know
that forty-five o. mine throws hole
-.he never wiggled. Gentlemen, there's
the man who's held up Wells-Fargo
three times-walk UP and look at hlm!"
Doc Hare flashed lantern above
the bandits face. He whistled and
muttered softly:
my God! Where's the Judge?"
The .holdup man was Jack Frayne.
faro player at De Young & Ingalls,,
gentlemanly boarder at Mrs. Story's,
intimate Of Judge Blount. formerly OF
the Territorial Court. Stage robbing