The Lamar register. [volume] (Lamar, Colo.) 1889-1952, 1909-03-03
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BY J.J, SnGPlDAn.

the Sinner" He was red-headed. fat
and filthy. and his little red eyes
burned in his head like the eyes OF
an angry pig.
Barris went through his pockets
methodically while Pierpont held him
and | held the torch. The Sinner
was a gold mine; pockets, shirt. boot
legs. hat. even his dirty fists. clutched
tight and bleeding. were bursting with
Jumps of soft yellow gold. Barris
dropped this "moonshine gold" as we
had come to call 1t. into the pockets
of his shooting-coa and withdrew to
question the prisoner. He came back
again in few minutes and motioned
his mounted men to take the Sinner
in charge. We watched them. rifle on
thigh. walking their horses slowly
away into the darkness. the Sinner.
tightly bound. shuhiing sullenly be-
tween them.
Who is the Sinner" asked Pier
pont. slipping the revolver into his
pocket again.
"a moonshiner. counterfeiter. forger
and highwayman," said Barris. land
probably a murderer. Drummond will
be glad to see him. and think 1t like
him what he refuses to confess to me.
Wouldn't he TALK" asked.
Not a syllable. Pierpont, there is
nothing more for you to do"
For me to do? Are you not coming
back with us. Barris?'
NO" said Barris.
We walked along the dark road in
silence sfor while, l wondering what
Barris intended to do, but he said
nothing more until we reached our
own veranda. Here he held out his
hand, first to Pierpont. then to me,
saying good-by, as though he were go
ing on long journey.
How soon will you be back?'
called out to him as he turned away
toward the gate. He came across the
lawn again and again took our hands
with a quiet affection that had never
imagined him capable of.
Il am going" he said. ito put an
end to his gold-making tonight.
know that you fellows never suspected
what | was about on my little solitary
evening strolls after dinner. | will
tell you. Already | have unobtrusive
ly killed four of these goldmakers-
my men put them under ground just
below the new wash-out at the four
mile stone. There are three left alive
the Sinner whom we have. another
criminal named Yellow or 'Yeller,
in the vernacular, and the third"
THE third" repeated Pierpont. ex'
citedly.
THE third / have never yet seen
But | know who and what he isl
know; and if he is of human flesh and
blood. his blood will flow tonight"
As he spoke slight noise across the
turf attracted my attention. A mounted
man was advancing silently In the
starlight over the spongy meadowland
When he came nearer Barris struck a
match, and we saw that he bore a
corpse across his saddle bow.
"'YaIler.' Col. Barris." said the man
touching his slouched hat in salute.
This grim Introduction to the corpse
made me shudder, and. after mo
ment's examination of the stiff, wide
eyed dead man, l drew back.
identified" said Barris. take him
to the four-mile post and carry his
effects to Washington-under seal
mind, tombstone"
Away cantered the rider with his
CHASTITY burden, and Barris took ouI
hands once more for the last time
Then he went away. gayly. with a
jest on his lips, and Pierpont and
turned back into the house.
For an hour we sat moodily smoking
in the hall before the fire. saying little
until Pierpont burst out with: 81
wish Barris had taken one of us with
him tonight"
Tie same thought had been run
ming in my mind. but said: "Barris
knows what he's about"
This observation neither comforted
us nor opened the lane to further con
versation. and after a few minutes
Pierpont said goodnight and called fol
Hewlett and hot water. When he had
been warmly tucked away by Hewlett
turned out all but one lamp. sent the
dogs away with David and dismissed
Hewlett for the night.
was not inclined to retire. for
knew l could not sleep. There was a