Connecticut western news., 1907-09-26

Then he called the walter a son or a gun for saying that it was a fine day.
 Taken For an Evangelist.
 Several persons took him for an evangelist. Several others didn't.
 "He ate with a fairly good appetite, and the way he chewed his steak led people to believe that he was from the Panhandle.
 "The genial host of the Royal tried to be genial with the stranger, but he would have none of it. He said that if he was obliged to run such O ranch as that he would blow his own head off.
 "Tho genial host went to get shot gun and Kill him for the remark, but 0 bill for four coming In just then caus- ed him to forget his errand.
 'When the stranger left the table he went into the barroom and took two more big drinks, and then, leaning on the bar, he said to Jimmie Sweetzer that he had come a great many miles to make 8 hero of himself. He wouldn't say just exactly how he was going to do it. but said that the dis trict attorney of the county couldn't call him insane in one breath and then prosecute him for a sane man in an- other.
 He also displayed a revolver ana boasted that he had killed seven men with it. Only three of them had. L.l time to utter prayer, and they were mighty brief prayers at that
 'When the stranger left the hotel he inquired of Joe Hardness the way to the Kicker office. Joe is a stutterer. as we all know, and he replied:
 "'You-you ego right d-down this s-street two b-blocks and then turn turn-turn'-
 ''He was going to tell the rest of it if it took all the forenoon, but the stranger said he'd be hanged if he would wait. He further observed that if he had such a tongue on him he'd go and play with the coyotes.
 "Ten minutes later the shadow of death crossed the threshold of the Kicker office. holding a gun ready to shoot
 we sat in our sanctum writing a yellow journal editorial as to why mice loved cheese. It Is really a scientific question and one that the magazines should pay more attention to, and we had become deeply interested when the shadow entered our room and hoarse voice exclaimed: .-"....
 A FusiIade of Bullets.
 "'Prepare to meet the devilv
 'sThe words were followed by fu- sillade. Bullets dipped past and all around us, and for few seconds we were dazed. Only half an hour before that OUT horse editor had asked us to raise his salary to SS week, and we had refused because he couldn't tell us why a mule always raised his tail before he started to bray. We thought the young man had come back for re venge
 ''Then we got a line on the stranger and reached for our gun, and two shots dropped him. We had to fire through cloud of smoke, but both bullets his gun, but we were not even graZed.
 '-rhe remains were removed to the town hall at once, and a coroner's jury was impaneled. A verdict of justifia- ble homicide was reached In about ten minutes. From letter found in one of the pockets 1t would appear that the mans name was Bill Taylor and that he was a resident of the Oily State, but there Is nothing certain about 1t. Why he came here to kill us will probably always remain a mys- tery. We had never heard of him in our life and certainly had never re- ferred to him in our paper. It may be that he thought we had had enough of this cold world and needed a rest.
 ''The man, whoever he was, was buried yesterday. As usual, we per sonally bore the expense of the funeral and rode at the head of the procession. He was buried In our private grave yard, and within a month the roses will be climbing over his grave, and on his tombstone people will be read ing that he was a just and upright man, little eccentric perhaps, but preferring the narrow paths of virtue to the broader highways of vice. He will be labeled No. 19,' and he will sleep well. If he is not better off 1t is