The Bottineau courant. (Bottineau, Bottineau County, N.D.) 1895-1929, 1914-07-31

BARRY o'MooRE.
Barry O'Moore, who has created the
role of Octavius In the detective CON-
edy series Of that name. is a very YER
satile young man. Previous to starring
in this part he played the lead In a
multiple reel production of "Frederick
the Great"
ACROSS the Burning Trestle." A
dramatic adaptation Of I'm Christmas
Canyon" by Francis Lynde. Doris.
to obtain money so that her husband
can recuperate. becomes the telegraph
operator, succeeding Jake Mills, who
leaves, threatening all concerned. He
sets fire to the trestle to wreck the
superintendent train. The thrilling
dash of Doris over the burning trestle
prevents the wreck.
''Why-why"- said the bully. why
this hain't"-
At this moment the rope sailed over
the high limb. fell. swung. was caught
by a dozen eager hands and snatched
taut in an instant.
The eight masked men stepped back
all together. took good grip. their
hands reaching high along the rope.
and. lifting one foot each for purchase
and start. heaved hard away.
The rancher was old in the ways Of
the wilderness. and he stood silent be-
ing unarmed, only his dilating. kindly
eyes showing his horror. The bully
was agape with his hands up. trans
fixed in the presence of death.
Only the slim. handsome woman he
hind them was keenly alive. it seemed.
As that tragic line swayed faulty back
ward and down her two white hands.
from which she had stripped the
gloves. reached forward. The sensi.
tive fingers closed caressingly around
the gun butts at the bully's hips. there
was q fash Of gun metal, a spring of
the slim blue clad figure to one side.
and the next instant the hills awoke
to thunder as the horse thief rOse.
struggling. in the air.
The 6rst shot. u perceptible second
apart. was for the spokesman who COW
cred the two men and the driver on
the box. and it sent his gun hurting
against the rocks Of the roadside.
Then. in such swift succession as to
seem a roaring volley. the black guns
spoke together. and ~ BY one. like
leaves falling in u wind. every second
hand dropped. red and shattered. from
the rope above their heads.
The miserable thing at the ropes
end fell to the earth In u heap.
Yells. screams. curses rose in fan
tastic clamor as Eve men 6ung useless
arms in panic. The others. their grip
80 low as to be shielded by their COM
rades' bodies. sprang away.
Don't move" said a clear voice cut
tingly. II have a few shots left"
She nodded to the rancher.
Loosen that rope on that mans
neck. Thanks. Now the officers"
'Now." said the woman ut last. you
may go--all Of you. And don't look
back"
Without protest the masked line
strung II a ~grotesque procession. and
disappeared down the white road. its
progress marked by trailing sprinkles
In the dust.
Then speech broke out among those
left, and the officers and the old driver
were for almost groveling before her.
what nerve: Where do you come
from?' .
But the woman only smiled and
would answer nothing.
She handed the black guns to the
gun man with q smile.
1.-The west hain't what It was" she
said. Its ben spilled by these John
ny Easterns!"
But the bully had no word. He SIM
ply climbed up on the boot beside the
driver.
At shutdown the stage numbered into
the forgotten town among the noun
tains. The woman looked wistfully
around with the light Of dim remem-
bered things in her eyes.
. Al they alighted Mt the tumbledown
Su0CA Iudl udO VuSC OCCn "CdOOw
Mines hotel the rancher took OF his
hat as he helped her out. II may DO
buttin' In on what you don't want to
talk about" be said. but I've seen
Big Bill Daily shoot the buttons of q
bad mars vest. an he had a draw
like no ones In the world n sort Of
dip an flourish. You throwed his
draw"
His bright. kindly eyes held an I'M
spoken question.
The woman smiled.
why shouldn't ~" she snid calmly.
I'm his daughter. He taught me how
tD shoot before he died ton years ago."
], The Better Way.
Little Sixter-Oh. mamma: Georgie
has just upset the tea table an broken
ny dolly an AL yOnr nIcs. dishes. Lit
te Brother tbadly frightened. : Yen.
mawius. an let's IN sorry. but cont
let's b. nlad! f1arper's Magaxius.