The newspaper., 1907-03-15

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wire ue... ~. ,..e .a the Utah
headqGartsrs. ..e. .. ,ound
the coni,-.. > ut; for
him in J.. { VII som,
and his ret. on soId
was only a matter ..-
The iess3l aIair el-
sued very inter r i liag.
There was no train .,. o.. 1 inc
until nearly tive O 90 l.. ,ae a.. err
noon, and the hour n. el ael lily
for the two, who had uutatu- 20 do
but wait. Biggin en- aired o"rt of
1t manfully till the midday dim r had
been discussed; then he dilitc on
with one of Winton's cigars be- ween
his teeth, saying that he should "jake
poison" and shoot up the town II he
could not find some more peaceful
means of keeping his blood in circuia-
ton.
1t was little after three o'clock,
ing table in the lobby of the hotel
celebrating his hasty notebook data
of the mornings inspection. when a
boy came In with a telegram. The
young engineer was not so deeply en-
crossed in his work as to be deaf to
the colloquy
Mr.. John Winton? Yes. he is here
somewhere" said me clerk in answer
to the boys question; and after an
Identifying glance. There he is-ovef
at the writing table"
Winton turned in his chair and saw
the boy coming towards him; also ne
saw the ruffian pointed out by Biggfn
from the courthouse steps and labeled
"Sheeny Mike" lounging up to the
clerks desk for whispered word with
the bediamonded gentleman behind it
What followed was cataclysmal in
its way. The lounger took three stag
gering lurches towards Winton,
brushed the messenger boy aside. and
burst out in storm of maudlin in
yective.
Sign yerself 'winton' now. do ye.
ye low-down, turkey y-trodden-"
"one minute" said Winton. curtly.
taking the telegram from the boy and
signing for it
I'm give ye more'n ye can carry
away in less'n half that time-see? 80
was the minatory retort; and the
threat was made good by an awkward
bunet which would have knocked the
engineer out of his chair IL he had
remained In II.
Now Winton's eyes were gray and
steadfast, but his hair was Of that
shade of brown which takes the tint
of dull copper in certain lights. and
he had temper which went with the
red in his hair rather than with the
gray In his eyes. Wherefore his at
tempt to placate his assailant was
something less than diplomatic.
You drunken scoundrel," he
snapped. If you don't go about your
business and let me alone, I'll turn
you over to the police with q broken
bone or two!-'
The bully's answer was blow de-
livered straight from the shoulder
too straight to harmonize with the fic-
ton of drunkenness Winton saw the
sober purpose in 1t and went battle
mad. as hasty man will. Being a
skillful boxer-which his antagonist
was not-he did what he had to do
neatly and with commendable dis
patch. Down. up: down. up; down a
third time, and then the bystanders
interfered.
Hold on"
'That'll dol"
Don't you see he's drunk"
Enough's as good as a feast-let
him 60"
Winton's blood was up. but he de-
sisted. breathing threatenings. Where
at Biggin shouldered his way into tho
circle.
Pay your bill and let's hike out o.
this. pronto. he said in a low tone.
You amt got no time to fool with
a Carbonate justice shop"
But Winton was not to be brought
to his senses so easily.
Run away from that swine? Not
II | know 1t. Let him take II into
court If he wants to, I'll be there.
too"
The beaten one was up now and ap-
parently looking for an officer.
I'm takin' ye all to Witness he
rasped. Il was on'y askin' him to
cash up what he lose to me las night,
and he jumps me. But III stick him
II there's any law in this camp"
Now all this time winton had been
holding the unopened telegram crum-
pied In his fist, but when Biggin
pushed MIN out OF the circle and thrust
him up to the clerks desk. he be-