Iron County news. [volume] (Hurley, Wis.) 1913-1950, 1915-03-06

When l fight you, I'll fight for myself.
not for bunch of damned murderers.
Just now, I've got other business.
That man framed this up!" He pointed
a lean finger across the table INTO the
startled countenance Of Mr. Farbish.
He knew! He has been working on
this job for a month. I'm going to
attend to his case now"
AS Samson started toward Farbish,
the conspirator rose. and, with an ex-
cellent counterfeit of insulted virtue,
pushed back his chair.
by God" he Indignantly exclaimed,
you mustn't try to embroil me in your
quarrels. You must apologize. You
are talking wildly. South"
Am II" questioned the Kentuckian.
quietly; I'm going to act wildly in a
minute"
He halted a short distance from Far
bisf, and drew from his pocket a
crumpled scrap of the offending maya
zine page: the item that had offended
Horton.
Il may not have good manners.
Mister FarDish, but where l come from
we know how to handle varmints." He
dropped his voice and added for the
plotters ear only: Here's a little
matter on the side that concerns only
us. 1t wouldn't interest these other
gentlemen" He opened his hand, and
added: Here, eat that"
Farbish with a frightened glance
at the set face of the man who was ad-
vancing upon him, leaped back. and
drew from his pocket pistol-it was
an exact counterpart of the one with
which he had supplied Samson
With a pantherlike swiftness. the
Kentuckian leaped forward, and struck
up the weapon, which spat one in
effective bullet into the rafters. There
was a momentary scufle of swaying
bodies and a crash under which the
table groaned amid the shattering
of glass and china. Then, slowly the
conspirators body bent back at the
waist, until its shoulders were
stretched on the disarranged cloth.
and the white face, with purple veins
swelling on the forehead, stared up
between two brown hands that gripped
its throat
Swallow that" ordered the noun
taineer.
For just an instant, the company
stood dumfounded. then a strained,
unnatural voice broke the silence
stop him. he's going to kill the
mani"
The odds were four to two, and
with sudden rally to the support Of
| their chief plotter, the other conspira-
1 tors rushed the figure that stood throt-
Ting his victim. But Samson South
was In his element The dammed-up
wrath that had been smoldering dur
/ ing these last days was having a tenn
/ pestuous outlet. He had found men
who. in a gentlemen's club to which
/ he had come as a guest, sought to
use him as a catspaw and murderer.
! AS they assaulted him, en- masse,
/ he seized a chair, and swung II fail
/ like about his head. For few mo-
/ ments, there was a crashing OF glass
1 and china, and clatter or furniture
/ and chaos Of struggle.
Samson South stood for a moment
painting in a scene OF wreckage and
| disorder. The table was Uttered with
shivered glasses and decanters and
chinaware. The furniture was scat
! tered and overturned Farbish was
weakly leaning to one side in the seat
to which he had made his way. The
men who had gone down under the
heavy blows Of the chair lay quietly
| where they had fallen.
Wilfred Horton stood waiting The
whole affair had transpired with such
| celebrity and speed that he bad hardly
| understood It, and had taken no part.
! But. as he met the gaze Of the dis
I ordered figure across che wrcckage of
! a dinner-tabls. he realized that now.