The daily morning journal and courier., 1906-11-01

us two up-nothing can. We've been bunkies too long for anything like that
 " That's all right. pard,' said Ward man. but I just naturally can't go through life with the balance all over wonder on your side. want your wife to cut me up the same my wife cut you up. I've got nothing to say about what I think of the way my wife did | you. I don't talk about women. But this thing has got to be squared up. |
 Your wife has got to'eut me up to
 square it, Ned.
 '' No! I guess not!' exclaimed F>railey |
 rising from his seat, Never! Not on
 your life Jack Never that!
 /" But, by hell, yes!'' said Wardman, and in a tWinkling both Frailey and
 his wife were under Jacks right hand
 gun. He had pulled the gun like a
 flash. I want you to put yourself in
 my place. chum, Wardman went on
 quietly, keeping his gun on fralley and
 his wife, You could never stand my
 having it on the way you've got it on
 me- It wouldn't let you sleep at night. | It doesn't let me sleep. Your wife has
 got to cut me up to square thls thlng,
 or by blares! I'm going to do job
 of four handed killing, and I'll be one
 of the four!
 with his left hand Wardman drew
 rawhide from where he had thrust
 it down his left trousers leg at the
 belt, and tossed it on the table. "Annie.' he said to Mrs. Frailey, I
 hate to mt YOU to this. But it's right. , 'Quita cut Ned up when there want | any call for it. There is call for yo IT
 cutting me up to make the thing hunk. , It's got to be that way. Mrs. Frailey was sobbing in her , handkerchief, and Frailey looked sore. , But Wardman kept the gun on him. } and he could see that his old pal was in a desperate frame of mind. s ;" I can't do it, Jack!' sobbed Mrs. : F'railey.
 f "I'm sorry for you Annie, but it's a got to be done, all the same,' replied | Wardman. Ned sees that I'm right. = He'd demand the same thing in my
 place.
 y I won't let her do it.! said Frailey, d don't stand for my girl doing any g thing like that It would shame her e for the rest of her life, no matter 1t if she did it under the gun. I don't : stand for my girl being shamed. 1ou t go ahead and shoot
 9t "Frailey told me only the other day t that he really expected that Jacl is would kill both him and his wife. Bu e Wardman gave himself shake an( /. pulled himself together.
 a All right, mate" he said, TT 70 give in bit, but I'm a-telling vol h that it's the last I'm going to give in
 and it's your last chance. You take tha rs whip and cut me up yourself l. 'Frailey was convinced that hls oll m friend had brooded So much over tn t. thing that he had become derangec t. and Wardmans suggestion gave hir a a chance to save his wife's life as hi a Down
 in {" Has this thing got to be dont lie Jack?' Frailey asked Markham Wi sr. it make you feel right Is it the onl in thing that'll make you forget it an ly feel right?'
 cd The. only thing replied Wardna ng and it's your last chance You tax
 that whip and cut me up yourself. to "Frailey took up theswhip. His eye I'd were filled with tears when he told n IT. about 1t last month after Jack l1a ng been drowned.
 lis ]" gave him two cuts one left ar He one right, across the face with the whi
 and then laid it down, he told me. H rs. Inever moved and lie had the gun on n Ter | all the time The blows could nev UT have hurt Jack like they hurt me
 giving them to him. l had to do ne, for the poor old looodombrey "; nd worked up to the snapping point al om he'd have killed us both if I hadr
 done it. When laid the whip down { jay the table after those two cuts thoug the he d let me off
 all Again, he said, though. Pick 1t eed and cut me again
 all "I gave him two more cuts, al nd, then l tossed the whip into thc fir Irs place I couldn't have hit him again lge my life and my wifes life did depel
 upon it.
 cen It's all right bunkie,' said JaC tin. then, and he stuffed his gun back in the his belt and held outhishand We sho oss hands, and then he shook hands wi ght my wife, who was still crying. Tn or he walked out and went home. The pc but pie who met him on the street and ss lad the bleeding welts on his face figur eet. that his wife had cut him. and tn ped were very sore to think that she'd his two horsewhipping jobs in two da. for one of tbar on her own man. But Ja
 never let on to anybody how he h int got the welts. A few months lat the Jacks wife tried to kill him with St. dirk in fit of rage, and he had it. send her back to her people in Tex aek Then he came to live with us, and St. was the closest and best friend my W ung and had until the day of his deatl
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