The Birmingham age-herald., 1910-12-11

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 Angel Bill, that's what they called him in the early days. has been dead for more than 30 years and the probabilities gre that you never have heard of him. Those few persons who stroll into Mar shall, Texas. after missing train connec- tions, and wait for the New Orlains Linn ited on the Texas and Pacific, have the opportunity to visit that old-fashioned cemetery in Marshall and see there crude slab. marking the grave of Angel Bill, one of the most desperate and like wise one of the most humane bandits of the frontier days of the southwest
 Bill was a train robber, bank robber, stage robber-
 He was reared in Marshall, where his family represented good stock of the southern aristocratic kind, but Bill went astray early In his career and after starting the bandit game he played 1t to the limit.
 Bilrs depredations over in west Texas became so numerous and so great, and the inability of the officers to kill or capture him was so manifest that finally the sheriffs in all those counties in the vicinity of Fort Worth sent him note, telling him that If he would go back home and quit the bandit game no warrant would be issued for him and no attempt ever would be made to arrest him. This note reached Angel Bill at the psycho- logical moment and to the surprise of his petitioners Bill packed up and went back to Marshall.
 Bill lived opposite a cemetery in Mar shall. They used to see him go over there every morning and walk among the flowers; study the epitaphs on the fa11 ir1o
 He had been doing that thing for three or four months when one day he chanced to pass by house, where. on the front porch, one of the roundest, happiest looking babies that he ever had seen was bouncing about on a blanket, which a careful mother had turned up at the ends and which presented sort of an amphitheatre effect to the admiring eyes of the outlay.
 The mother was working in the kitchen and of sudden she was startled by the appearance of Angel Bill. He wore that characteristic white hat with the broad brim his trousers were crumpled down into his high boots and from either back pocket there protruded a wicked-looking sx-shooter, which was loaded in every chamber.
 Madam, I don't want to startle you" Angel Bill said ''You know me, of course. Theyasay in the papers that Pm the most desperate man in all Texas. But whether I am that or not I always have respected women. and like babies and I want to ask you if you won't let me come down here each morning and play with your baby?"
 No unfearing woman could deny this plain-spoken request. The mother, now calm, said: 'sWhy, | guess that will be all right, Bill. Play with the baby all you like, but don't take him away and let no harm befall him.
 Bill was happy and he went directly to the blanket where the baby was chat tering it's meaningless talk. And when Bill extended hls arms the baby smiled more than ever and put his dimpled chub- by hands to those. of Bill and they were fast friends from that hour.
 Every morning Bill made his call He was of a mechanical turn and wishing to reciprocate in some way for the favor of the babys society he went to the mother and said: s'You know, I can make chairs and benches and I don't mind making a few for you If you like. The baby can watch me doing it. seer"
 "All right" the mother said "you make me chair or a bench when you have time, Bill. and every time you make me chair or a bench I'll recprocate-rll make you shirt"
 Indt COHtTdcl WdSt a HdpDV one. B1li got < his tools and proceeded to make enough chairs and benches to fill house. And every time Bill made bench or a clair the mother delivered hickory shirt. And the baby as he watched Bill with his saw and hammer convert pine sticks into real furniture showed in his dancing eyes that he thought Bill was the most wonderful man in the world
 You're wondering, aren't you, what the climax, the crisis of this plain story is going to be? Well, I'll tell you The mother didn't know anything about it on that fateful May morning. She was doing Ter housework about 10 o'clock: the ba bv was playing out of doors and the moc'-'no birds over in the cemetery were singing as if their throats would burst. Ange! Bill came to the back door. There was just a bit of a blush in his cheek; just a suggestion of anxiety in his eyes.
 "I want to ask special favor of you this morning. Bill said. 'I want to take the baby down the styeet-just for a little walk. you know"
 ''Go ahead. but don't go far' the mother said.
 T won't promise" the outlaw replied. { He took the baby in his arms and sstarted down the street. They walked three blocks and stopped at the Magnolia < npnpcV Cursd qrick r.Ees ssuaov,s sn swelling iu DNVI |to 20dsys; 30 to 60 days edects permanent cure Ial heament given free to uaefer; nothing tsirer For croa lessimoniak and fTee bia treatment 'yrite t 0 IT, k n C,.e.s. Se.. R..w = Aflank. Ga