Bisbee daily review., 1911-12-17

eyes and a laugh
 .EoH that rippled across
 U G the prairie like he sound of a hidden brook. The name of 1t was Rosita McMullen. and she was the daughter of old man McMul- len of the Shutdown sheep ranch
 There came riding on red roan steeds-or, to be more explicit. on a paint and a heabitten sorrel-two wooers. One was Madison Lane and the other was the Frio Kid. But at that time they did not call him the Frio Kid, for he had not earned the honors Of special nomenclature. His name was simply Johnny McRoy.
 It must not be supposed that these two were the sum of the agreeable Rosita's admirers. The bronchos of a dozen others champed their bits at the long hitching rack of the sun down ranch, Many were the sheeps' eyes that were cast in those sayannas that did not belong to the fiocks of Dan McMullen. But of all the cava- Hers Madison Lane and Johnny Me Roy galloped far ahead, wherefore they are to be chronicled.
 Madison Lane. a young catileman from the Nueces country, won the race. He and Rosita were married one Christmas day Armed, hilarious. vo- ciferous. magnanimous, the cowmen and the sheepmen, laying aside their hereditary hatred joined forces to celebrate the occasion.
 But while the wedding feast was at its liveliest there descended upon 1t Johnny McRoy. bitten by jealousy, like one possessed.
 'Ill give you a Christmas present, 1" he yelled, shriliy, al the door. with his .45 in his hand. Even then he had some reputation as an offhand shot
 His first bullet cut a neat undorbit in Madison Lane's right ear. The bar rel of his gun moved an inch. The next shot would have been the brides. had not Carson, a sheepman. pos sessed a mind with triggers some what well oiled and in repair. The guns of the wedding party had been hung. in their belts. upon nails in the wall when they sat al table. as a con cession to good taste. But Carson with great promptness. hurled his plate of roast venison and frijoles at McRoy. spelling his aim. The second bullet. then. only shattered the white petals of Spanish dagger flower sus. pended two feet above RosIia's head.
 The guests spurned their chairs and jun.;;----5ss Tor their weapons. IL was considered an improper act to shoot the bride and groom at we'd ding Tn a6out six seconds there were twenty or so bullets due 10 be whiz- zing in the direction of Afr. McRoy.
 @I1l shoot better next time yelled Johnny; and there1l be a next time" He hacked rapidly out the door
 Tho c--''r-~e7 swept out upon him, calling .c. E--.a-<e.
 But the sortie failed in it's ven geance. McRoy was on his horse and away. shouting back curses and threats as he galloped into the con. cealing chaparraL
 That night was the birthnight Of the Frio Kid. He became the bad man" of that portion of the state. The rejection of his suit by Miss McMul- len turned him to a dangerous man. When officers went after him for the shooting of Carson, he killed two of them. and entered upon the life of an outlaw. When he was. at last shot and killed by a little one-armed Mex. ican who was nearly dead himself from fright, the Frio Kid had tho deaths of IS men on his head.
 Many tales are told along the bor- der of his impudeHt courage and daring. But he was not one of the breed of desperadoes who have sea sons of generosity and even of soft ness. They say he never had mercy on the object of his anger. Yet al this and every ChTistnnastide it is well to give each one credit. if 1t can be done. for whatever speck of good he may have possessed. If the Frio Kid ever did a kindly act or felt a throb Of generosity in his heart it was once al such time and season. and this is the way it happened
 .-One December in tho Frio country rode the Frio Kid and his Satellite and. co-murderer. Mexican Frank. The Kid reined in his mustang, and satin his saddle. thoughtful and grim, with danzerousiy narrowing eyes.
 T don't know, what been thinking abaut. Mex" he remarked in his usual laild drav1, to have forgot all about