The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1905-03-29

"You shall not escape me this tlme!'
cried the terror of the tenements. Take
that" and ere Marshal Henkel could reach
for his trusty revolver the blade was buried
once. twice, thrice.
A moment Of silence-and then a new
terror burst upon them
CHAPTER II.
All this happened in the Office Of United
States Marshal Henltel in tho Federal
Building to which Vito Ia Duca had made
his entrance by climbing the fire escape.
Behind him glittered the dark faces and
bright blades Of his Black Hand assassins.
As Vito la Duca buried his blade in the
cushions OF the chair from which Marshal
Henkel had loaped TO save his life, new
figure spranR through the door.
Booted and spurred "a he was. he car
ried a suggestion Of stalwart strength.
Back ne cried "Or Mary Jane, the
trusted revolver that never misses her
mark, will bark in your yitals!'
Fooled the terror Of the tenements stag
gered back, dropping his dagger.
Yet the hour of danger had not yet wholly
passed,
Vito Ia Duca made an almost imper-
ceptible gesture. From a tall secretary
behind tho stalwart stranger leaped the
athletic figure and cleaning eyes Of the
Bull.
Like a snake he was upon the stranger.
But his giant strength was matched for
once with equal strength, By a clever
jiu-jitsu movement. the stranger heaved
the Bull over his head.
He lay PROSTATE. his back broken.
With rare presence Of mind Marshal
Henke gagged Vito la Duca by jamming
q wastepaper basket over his head.
It was but moments work to slip the
darbies upon the PROSTATE mafsts.
The rest Of the gang fed down the fire
escape,
you have saved my lifel' cried Marshal
Henkel. who are your
bat Masterson, the bloodstained
avenger Of Butte!' cried the latter-for 1t
was he-tearing Of the .whiskers from his
handsome countenance.
thud! A series of sharp eIplosionsl
And the ne WHY indicted deputy marshal
was called upon to face new foe.
CHAPTER III.
Merely the advance sheets Of BAT Mas
terson Library No. l., entitled bat Mas
tsrson In New York, or On the Trail Of the
Black Hand, It Is expected that this
Masterson Is here. He has come; he has
arrived He took the oath Of ofice yes
teTday, and counterfeiting plants all over
the city are being beaten into frying pans.
At o'clock yesterday afternoon a corps
Of war correspondents and special com
missioners stood in United States Marshal
Hsnkel's ONCE. waiting. As they waited
they talked In awesome whispers OF Billy
the Kid and Black Bart and the cousin
that went West and wrote home about
DeadWood
The door opened. and q middle sized
middle aged gentle man, plump and benevo-
lent Of face, entered the room. Nobody
noticed him until he walked up TO the
Marshal and said. in timid, shrinking
small voice with baseball accent
us this the marshall
1T Ia, my boy, said the marshal, taking
him for a reporter. Just take a seat with
the rest Of the boys. He'll be hero in a
minute
The stranger turned toward the press
bench, then turned back again;
you see he said, well, the fact is
I'm on special business-my names Master
SON
swhatl' roared the marshal
sW B. Masterson,' said the stranger,
shrinking slightly.
sBat Mastersonf' roared the marshall
a. the corps Of correspondents clattered
from the tables 20 the floor and began TO
unship cameras.
sYes-yes, sir murmured the stranger,
A neat Black suit Of fashionable cut,
a gray shirt with a small figure, black tie
With little pearl PIN trousers creased
mathemAtically-
Was this Rat Masterson7
The Marshal asked for his name in full.
Mr.. Masterson made a swift, accurate
motion TO his right ham pocket Three
photographers leaped TO the rear to catch
him In the act of drawing. He produced
a neat kangaroo skin card case, from
which he drew a small engraved card.
And a white silk anlkerchief fiuttered to
the floor
Was mis- Bat Masterson?
Marshal Henkel swore him in and per-
suaded him TO stand for his photograph.
He faced the cameras with a sad, self
deprecating air. One photographer wanted
him 10 fold his arms and throw out his
chest.
I'm sorry, but il looks too tough that
way he said. After five flashes had gone
OF he remarked that fashhght powder
made the room rather close, and he'd just
as soon go out in the hall for a minute.
Some one offered him a cigar, but he an
swered, much Obliged, he WASH smoking.
Was this Bal Md teTsCHP
The marshal introduced him 10 his Office
force and to his daughter. Holding his
derby hat by the very edge Of the brim,
Bat raised his right hand to the level Of the
shoulder. grasped hers and shook II family
three times from right TO left, mumuring
meanwhile that he was glad 20 meet her.
She remarked that il was a beautiful day,
and he said yes. II seemed az though the
spring had really broken.
Marshal Henkel said that. while he didn't
usually drink in Office hour. he thought
the occasion called for something Mr..
Masterson. blushing slightly. said that he
didn't mind IL he did. on the way over
Mr.. Mastcrson complained that the New
York hotels aren't so quiet as they used
TO be. He volunteered tho further infor-
nation that Mrs. Masterson enjoyed the
trip up from Hot Springs very much.
what win you have, Mr.. Masterson?"
asked The marshal
Al that name the bartender. who reads