Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1913-12-21

This represented all of Mesca Bills capital; so he drew
out the dollar afording Wrghtman, however, glimpse
of the gold he did So
at amt much, Padre" said the gambler depreca-
tngy with SMILE "bu every little bit helps, and this
ought to buy me brick in your church, bunch Of
shingles, anyhow"
singing rush of anger swept through Wrightman.
This is not my silver offering day." he snapped.
"Only gold goes this evening. Hand it over'
And Mescal Bill obeyed.
"Now sign the paper" said Wrightman menacingly.
The gamblerwrote wv. Tarpey' without anotherword.
I'LL you your horse continued the clergyman.
"And when you go you might as well move straight
your way out of the county, because this
paper 1t will be nailed the bulletin board at the
postofice tomorrow.
The bad mans horse was tied behind the 1eanto He
said nothing further, but went there and mounted.
Thr1lsng his spurs in vciously, he disappeared in
furious rush.
Two hundred yards from the adobe he pulled up,
then there loud, prolonged, whooping out
burst of laughter, yell after yell, whoop after whoop.
Mescal Bill flooded with great fresh, pulsing,
cleansing rush of clean, pure amusement at his
expense and with astonished admiration of the Rev.
Thomas Wrghtman.
"Stung!' howled Mescal Bill in a voice coyote
might have envied. Stuck up and cleaned out by
tenderfoot padre He makes chip in for a twenty
dollar stack in his church building fund, and skins
pronto, and turns me loosel"
Presently he departed at trot toward San Juan.
When he reached the place where the church to be
built he suddenly stopped.
Here's where play hand for myself-with a rake
off for the padrel' cried Alescal Bill.
FIFTEEN minutes later he trotting quietly down
the main street of San Juan He first paid visit
his in the Eagle Hotel, where he hung second
gun by holster his belt Unobserved he returned
to his horse and mounted, and again made tour of
the street. looking into each of the four saloons he
slowly passed Everybody in the saloons, at
home. He turned the horses he found in the hotel
corral, and turned loose the few ponies he found
hitched in the street. and then to the Morning
Star saloon.
Mescal Bill was now playing game he was expert
enced in, and it with all the deadly Of
expert that he entered the saloon and swinging his guns
so that they covered the crowd, snapped out:
Everybody stick up! Tom, dump the cash with one
hand the bar; but keep the other up! Same you
GEORGE Boys hate to do this; but, you see, I'm
going to build church. and this Job is sanctied'
Mescal Bill his game without a setback He
got out from the saloon swung into the saddle, and,
escaping the bullets sent after him by the bartender and
the wildly cursing faro dealer he swept out of town.
Before the crowd had recovered its WITS and caught
the scattered horses Tarpey had gained nearly hour
But when the multitudnous posse did take his trail it
meant business; for the tall cowpuncher who didn't
like Tarpey nohow its leader, and he had selected
his followers well, they being mostly those who wished
to clean out the gamblers from San juan and those who
had been robbed.
A few miles out of town the posse met Mexican
teamster who had Tarpey heading up Tempetons
canyon, half-rne above the ranch house The
canyon led to the easiest pass the Mustang Ridge
and it evident that Mesca Bill rushing for the
Mexican border. The posse swept on.
MEANWHILE, in the two hours that had passed
49, since his adventure, the Rev. Thomas Wrightnan
had paid his visit the Tenpletons, and returned
without having spoken of what had happened for in
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