Ladysmith news-budget. [volume] (Ladysmith, Rusk County, Wis.) 1907-1927, 1911-12-15

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the sound of a hidden brook The name
Of it was Rosita McMullen; and she
was the daughter CT old man McMul-
zen of the Shutdown sheep ranch.
There came riding on red roam
steedc-or, to be more explicit, On a
paint and a flea-bitten 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
aame was simply Johnny McRoy.
1t 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 Sleeps
eyes that were cast In those savannas
that did not belong to the flocks of
Dan McMullen. But of all the cava-
liers Madison Lane and Johnny Nc
Roy galloped far ahead, wherefore
they are to be chronicled.
Madison Lane, young cattleman
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 II
Johnny Mercy, bitten by jealousy.
like one possessed.
''Tll give you Christmas present"
he yelled, shrilly, at the door, with his
45 in his hand. Even then he had
some reputation as an offhand shot.
His first bullet cut neat underbit
In Madison Lanes 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 we'll oiled and In repair, The
guns Of the wedding party had been
hung. In their belts, upon nails In the
wall when they sat at table. as con-
cession to good taste. But Carson,
with great promptness, hurled his
plate of roast venison and frijoles at
Mercy, spelling his aim. The second
bullet, then, only shattered the white
petals of Spanish dagger flower sus-
pended two feet above Rosita's head.
The guests spurned their chairs
and jumped for their weapons. It.
was considered an improper act to
shoot the bride and groom at we'd
ding In about six seconds there were
twenty or SO bullets due to be whiz-
zing in the direction of Mr.. Mercy.
'T'll shoot better next time" yelled
Johnny; "and therell be next time"
He backed rapidly out the door.
The cattlemen swept out upon him,
calling for vengeance.
But the sortie failed in it's ven-
geanee. Mercy 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 little one-armed Mex
Jean who was nearly dead himself
from fright, the F'rio Kid had the
deaths of Is men on his head,
Many tales are told along the bor-
der Of his impudent 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 at
this and every Christmastide it is
well to give each one credit, If it can
be done, for whatever speck of good
he. may have possessed. II the Frio
Kid ever did kindly act or felt
throb of generosity in his heart it was
once at such a time and season. and
this is the way it'haRpsned:
One December in the Fro country
rode the Frio Kid and his Satellite
and co-murderer, Mexican Frank THE
Kid refined in his mustang, and sat ii
his saddle, thoughtful and grim, with
dangerously narrowing eyes.
Il don't know what l been thinking
about, Mex" he remarked in his usual
nild drawl. ito have forgot all about