The Washburn times. [volume] (Washburn, Wis.) 1896-1976, 1908-12-10
'AnAtmospheric DeIuslon

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When Ned Pike, cowboy, rode up to
the ranch of Franklin Dolbeare on the
crr2ir.~ cf the 10th of October, 1885,
he found trouble in the household. Dol
beare was consumptive who had
gone from the east with his wife and
! two little children to live in Colorado
| in the hope of regaining his health
| The cause of the trouble was Jim New
ell. That's all any one ever knew about
it. Why Newell was bent on killing
| Dolbeare was a secret that neither
gave out. Anyway every one sympa-
| thized with Dolbeare, first, because he
| was a pleasant, mild hammered man;
second. because he was sick, and, third,
| because he had the lQveliest wife in
| the world and two of the prettiest chill
dren. Pike, who had been sent for by
Mrs. Dolbeare, found that lady waiting
| for him in the living room.
"Ned," she said, Newell has written
| Frank a letter saying that he will shoot
| him on sight unless he consents to
more regular way Of meeting l got
| the letter, opened it and haven't said
anything to Frank about it. For heav-
ems sake try and get rid of Newell
without letting Frank know. In his
| condition he isn't able to think about
| it, much less stand up and fight"
ut wouldn't be fight. 1t would be
MURDER" said Pike.
Cant you do something's"
Pike took some tobacco from his
pocket, rolled a cigarette, lighted it,
gave few thoughtful puffs and said:
"How long has Newell been up here?"
"He came yesterday"
ever been in these parts befOreY
"Not that know Of"
A few more deliberate puffs.
"Just you don't worry, Mrs. Dol
beare, and don't say anything to any
body. I'll see what can be DONE"
With that he went out, mounted his
| horse and rode away. Later, after
making inquiries as to where Newell
night be found, he rode up to an adobe
house where he saw his man sitting on
the porch.
"Mr. Newell?' he asked.
"Yes?" said the other, with slight
start and placing his hand where he
could more easily grasp his revolver.
"I've got a message for you from
Franklin Dolbeare. He'll meet you to-
morrow morning just before sunup."
"All right When? Where"
"You stayin' here"
"Yes."
"Well, you start from here with one
six shooter at o'clock exactly and
walk up the road. On the way you'll
meet your man with another six shoot
err You can crack away as soon as
you like. He'll do the same. Is that
satisfactory"
Eyes; that suits me as we'll as any
way"
Late that night Pike rode up to the
ranch and asked Mrs. Dolbeare for
SUIT Of her husbands clothes.
She gave him what he wanted with
anxious inquiry in her face, but asked
no questions. Pike gave her no in
formation. Before daylight the next
morning he had shaved off his beard
and put on Dolbeare's suit Then he
drew his sombrero over his eyes, look
ed at the clock, examined his revolver
and started at a slow pace down the
road.
1t was a cloudless, crisp autumn
morning The altitude was 1000 feet
above sea level, and the neighboring
peaks stood out clear cut against the
slowly lighting sky. Presently the
cowboy squatted behind bush at the
side Of the road, waited and watched.
Ten minutes later Newell turned
bend and appeared plainly in sight.
Pike waited. Newell came on. Sud-
denly Pike left the bush and appeared
in the road. The moment Newell saw
him he raised his revolver and fired,
but without effect. Then he fired two
more shots, and as he saw his enemy
still advance unframed he appeared to
be astonished. But at that moment
Pike fired a shot. This drew another
from Newell, making four. Pike fired
two shots in succession and Newell
fired one.
Pike now had three shots in his re-
volver to Newell's one. Pike stopped
and appeared to be taking a deliberate
aim. His enemy, fearing he would this
time surely be hit, fired his last shot.
Then Pike, who had been walking
slowly, increased his pace. Newell,
throwing away his empty revolver. put
his hand to his hip, drew another and
began a rapid fusillade.
"The houndv' muttered Pike be-
tween his teeth
It was evident that Newell had lost
his head. It was not surprising that he
should. He had fred nearly a dozen
shots, any one Of which he felt sure
when he fired it would bring down his
man. Yet that man kept advancing.
apparently getting no nearer. But pres
emily the shots began to whistle about
Pixies head, though so great was his
enemy's agitation that none of them
told Suddenly Pike stood still, took
deliberate aim and shot his man
through the forehead.
While Mrs Dolbeare was dressing
for breakfast she was told that Pike
wished to see her. Throwing on a
wrapper, she went to meet him with a
pale face and inquiring eyes.
"It's all right, Mrs. Dolbeare," he
said.
"How? What is ttY'
ooh. 1t was easy enough. When
these chaps come up here they don't
know anything about our distances.