Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1911-04-02

Icy, but I just naturally can't 20
through life with the balance all over
yohaer on your side. I want your wife
you up. I've got nothing to say about
what think OF the way my wife did
YOU don't talk about women folks
But TINS thing has got to be squared up
your wife has got to cut nae up to square
mo! Well. guess mott! exclaimed
MUM, rising to his feet. Never! Never
on on your life. old man! Never anything
but say yes! said Beardsley. and in
twinkling both Mum and his wife were
under Beardsley's gun. He had pulled
tne gun like a nash. I want you to put
vent on quietly. keeping his gun on
stand my having it on you the way
you've got it on me. 1t wouldn't let you
Your wife has got to cut me up to square
this thing, or something whole lot
worse is going to happen. I'm not going
t to i've n Under this thing you can believe
With his left hand Beardsley drew a
rawhide from where he had thrust Il
down his left trousers leg at the bolt
ana ton,s It on the the table :,
sure hate to~put you to. this. But it's
right 'Quita cut Joe up when there
wa'ant any call for it. There Is call for
your cutting me up to make the thing
square. It's got to be that-a-way.'
Mrs. Mum was sobbing in her hand
kerchief, and Mum looked sore But
Beardsley kept the gun on him. and he
could see that his old friend was in a
desperate frame Of mind.
"I can't do it, John" sobbed Mrs.
Mum.
I'm sorry for you. Annie, but it's
got to be done. all the same replied
Heardsiey Joe sees that I'm right.
place.
II won't let her do It" said Mum,
angrily. I don't stand for my girl doing
thing like that It would shame her
did IT under the gun. 1 don't stand for
my girl being shamed. You go ahead and
shoot, John"
'Munn told me afterward that he really
expected that Reardsley. in his extra
ordinary mental excitement, would kill
both him and his wife. But BeardsIey
gave himself u shake and pulled himself
together.
AN right, mate he said. I'm give in
a bit. but I'm telling you that it's the
last I'm going to give in. and it's your
last chance. You take that whip and cut
me up yourself
Mum was convinced that his old
friend had brooded SO much over the
thing that he had become deranKed, and
beardsleys suggestion gave him chance
to save his wife's life as well as his
own.
Has this thing got to be done. JACKIE
Mum asked Beardsley. Will it make YOU
feel right? Is it the only thing that win,
make you forget it and feel right?'
The only thing replied Beardsley
hoarsely. Pick up that whip and cut
me up
''Munn picked up the whip. His ewes
were filled with tears when he told me
about 1t later on.
II gave him two cuts, one left and
and then l laid it down. he told me.
He never moved. and he had the gun
on me all the time. The blows could
never have hurt him like they hurt me I'm
giving them to him. l had to do it, for
the poor old locoed hombrey was worked
up to the breaking point. and he'd have
killed us both, and probably himself.
too. II l hadn't done ii. When / laid the
whip down on the table after those two
cuts / thought he'd let me Off
Again. he said, though. Pick it up
and cut me again.
"1 gave him two more cuts and then
tossed the whip out of the window.
couldn't have hit him again il my life
and my wife's did depend upon 1t.
Its all right, matey.' said Jack then,
and he stuffed his gun back into his belt
and held out his hand.
I'VE shook hands, and then he shook
hands with my wife. who was still cry
ing Then he walked out and went home
The people who met him on the street