Mexico Missouri message. (Mexico, Audrain County, Mo.) 1899-1918, 1915-02-11

Much obleeged," he replied.
At Hixon Tamarack Spicer strolled
along the street toward the court
house. He wished to be seen. So long
as 1t was broad daylight and he dis.
played no hostility, he knew he was
safe-and he had plans.
Standing before the Holman store
were Jim Asberry and several com.
panions. They greeted Tamarack af.
fably and he paused to talk.
"Ridin' over ter Misery" inquired
Asberry.
! Lowed l mout as we'll"
| Mind eff / rides with ye es fur es
Jesse's placer"
Plumb glad ter have company"
drawled Tamarack.
They chatted of many things, and
Travelled slowly, but, when they came
to those narrows where they could not
ride stirrup to stirrup each jockeyed
for the rear position, and the man who
found himself forced into the lead
turned in his saddle and talked back
over his shoulder, with wary, though
seemingly careless, eyes. Each knew
the other was bent on his murder.
At Purvy's gate Asberry waved fare
well and turned in. Tamarack rode
on, but shortly he hitched his horse
in the concealment of hollow, walled
with huge rocks, and disappeared into
the laurel.
He began climbing, in crouched
position, bringing each foot down
noiselessly and pausing often to listen.
Jim Asberry had not been outwardly
armed when he left Spicer. But, soon,
the brakeman's delicately attuned ears
caught sound that made him lie fat
in the lee of great log, where he was
masked in clumps of Towering rho
dodendron. Presently Asberry passed
him, also walking cautiously, but hur-
riedly, and grading q Winchester rife
in the hollow of his arm. Then Tama-
rack knew that Asberry was taking |
this cut to head him off and waylay
him in the gorge mile away by road |
but short distance only over the hill |
Spicer held his heavy revolver cooked |
in his hand, but it was too near the |
Purvy house to risk a shot. He waited |
a moment, and then, rising, went on |
with snarling grin, stalk
ing the man who was stalking him.
Asberry found a place at the foot
of huge pine where the underground
would cloak him. Twenty yards below
ran the creek-bed road. returning from
its long horseshoe deviation. When
he had taken his position his faded
butternut clothing matched the earth
as iRconspicuously as a quail matches
dead leaves, and he settled himself to
wait. Slowly and with infinite eau
ton his intended victim stole down,
guarding each step, until he was in
short and certain range, but, instead
of being at the front, he came from
the back. He, also, lay fiat on his
stomach and raised the already cooked
pistol. He steadied it in two-handed
grip against a tree trunk and trained
it with deliberate care on a point to
the left of the other mans spine Just
below the shoulder blades.
Then he pulled the trigger! He did
not go down to inspect his work. 1t
was not necessary. The instantaneous
fashion with which the head of the
settled forward on it's
face told him all he wanted to know.
He slipped back to his horse, mounted
and rode fast to the house of Spicer
South, demanding asylum.
The next day came word that If
Tamarack Spicer would surrender and
stand trial in court dominated by
the Hollmans the truce would con-
Linue. Otherwise the war was on"
The Souths flung back this message:
Come and git him"
But Holman and Purvy, hypocriti-
cally clamoring for the sanctity of the
law, made nc effort to come and "git
him." They knew that Spicer South's
house was now fortress, prepared for
siege. They knew that every trail
thither was picketed. Also, they knew
a better way. This time they had the
color of the law on their side. The
circuit judge, through the sheriff,
asked for troops and troops came.
Their tents dotted the river bank be-
low the Hixon bridge. A detail I'M
der a white flag went out after Tama-
rack Spicer The militia captain in
who feared neither feudist
nor death, was courteously received.
He had brains, and he assured them
that he acted under orders which
could not be disobeyed. Unless they
the prisoner, gatling guns
would follow. If necessary they would
be dragged behind OK teams. Many
might be killed, but for
each of them the state had another.
If Spicer would surrender. the officer
would guarantee him personal protec-
ton. and if 1t seemed necessary a
change of venue would secure him
trial in another circuit. For hours the
clan deliberated. For the soldiers they
felt no enmity. For the young cap
tain they felt an instructive liking.
He was a man.
Old Spicer South, restored to an