Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1907-07-27
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bill for flour coming in just then caus-
ed him to forget his errand.
when the stranger ieft the tabls
he went into the barrOom and took two
more big drinks, and then, leaning on
the bar, he said to Jimmie SweetZeF
that he had come a great many miles
to make 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 and
boosted that he had killed seven men
with it. Only three of them had had
time to utter a prayer, and they were
mighty brief prayers at that.
"When the stranger Ut the hotel he
inquired of Joe Hardness the way to
the Kicker office. Joe is a sufferer 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 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 gun ready to
shoot.
1--WE sat in our sanctum writing a
yellow journal editorial as to why mice
loved cheese. 1t 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 FusilIade of Bullets.
"'Prepare to meet the devil!
"The words were followed by fu-
sillade. Bullets tipped past and all
around us, and for a few seconds we
were dazed Only half an hour before
that our horse editor had asked us to
raise his salary to SIS a 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 d line on the stranger
and reached for our gun, and two shots
dropped him. We had to fire through
a cloud of smoke, but both bullets
went home. The stranger had emptied
his gun, but we were not even graZed.
The remains We're removed to the
town hall at once, and cOrOner'S jury
was impaneled. A verdict of 'justif1a-
BILE homicide was reached in about ten
minutes. From a letter found in one
of the pockets it 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 it, Why he came here to kill us
will probably always remain a gnys-
terry. We had never heard of him in
our life and certainly had never re
ferred to him in our paper. 1t may be
that he thought we had had enough
Of this cold world and needed 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, a little eccentric perhaps, but
preferring the narrow paths of virtue
to the broader highways of vice. He
will be labeled NO. 49, and he will
sleep well. If he is not better off it is
not our fault NJ. QUAD.