Manchester Democrat. [volume] (Manchester, Iowa) 1875-1930, 1919-06-25

YET. IOOE 1eliOW I've Sccu lAAI Wy
stairs and wondered who he was. Is
he really going to die2"
'Looks bad" said Barnes, gently
opening the shirt front. Several OF
the craning men turned away sud
denly.
"Who is he, Mr.. Jones7"
"He is registered as Andrew Paul
from New York. That's all know
The other man put his name down as
Albert Room. He seemed to be the
boss and this man sort Of servant
far as could make out. They never
talked much. and seldom came down
stairs. They had their meals in theil
ROOM"
"There is nothing we can d." said
Barnes. Except try to stanch the flow
of blood. He1s bleeding inwardly, I'm
afraid. It's clean wound, Mr.. Jones
Like rifle shot, I should say"
"That's just what it is" said one Of
the men, tall wopdsman. "The fellel
who did 1t was q dead shot, you en-
bet on that. He got t. other man
square through the heart"
''Lordy. but this will raise rum
pus,' groaned the landlord. "We'll
have detectives an"
II guess they got what was comm
to 'em," said another Of the men.
What's that? Why, they was ridin
peaceful as could be to Spanish Falls
What do you mean by sayin' that, jim
"mieyH But wait Il minute! How
2. If h"pIep sat they We're up near
ha.!se? That certainly
Il. Span"
,iq' They wasn't
E-,-e', l an,
at this minute. They tied their horses
up the road just above our house.
said young Conley, lowering his voice
out of confederation for the feelings
Of the helpless man. ut was about
'leyen O'clock, Ireckon. i was comm
home from singin' school up at Number
Ten, an passed the bosses hitched to
the fence. Naturally stopped. curl
Gus like. There wasn't no one around,
fer as l could see, so ISthought I'd
take look to see whose bosses they
We're. thought 1t was derned funny.
them bosses bein' there at that time O.
night NAN no one around. Looked
mighty queer to me. Course. thinks
I. they might belong to somebody
visitin' in there at. Green Fancy, 50 !
thought I'd" -
Screen Fancy" said Barnes, start
ing.
"Was 1t up that farr demanded
Jones.
"They was hitched jest about a hun
dred yards below Mr.. Curtis propity.
on the of side o. the road. I hadn't
any mOre'n got to our front gate When
! heard some one running in the road
up there behind me. Fore I knowed
what was happenin'. bang went a gun.
I almost jumped out'n my boots. The
runnin' had stopped. The horses was
rarin' an tearing SO I thought I'd
"Where'd the shot come fromT de-
handed Jones.
up the road s0me'eres. I couldn't
swear just where. Must'a' been up by
the road that cuts in to. Green Fancy.
So ! thought I'd hustle in an see If
pa was awake, an git my gun. Jest
then pa stuck his head out'n the win
der an yelled what the hell's the mat
ter. You betcher life l sung out who
! was mighty quick, cause pas purity
spry with gun an I didn't want him
takin' me fer burglars sneaking around
the house While we wuz talkin' there
one of the bosses started our way
lickety-split, an In about two seconds
it went by us. 1t was purity dark, but
we see plain as day that there was q
man In the saddle, bendin' low over
the boss neck md shoutln' to It. We
waited a couple O. minutes, wonderin'
what to do, an listenin' to the boss
gittin' furder and furder away in the
direction OF the crossroads. Then
way down there by the pike we heerd
another shot. Right there an then pa
said he'd put on his clothes an we'd
set out to see what 1t was all about.
swell, pa come out with MY gun an
his'n an we walks up to where l seen
the hOsses.- Shore 'nough, one Of 'em
was still hitched to the fence, an
t'Other was gone. We stood around
minute or two examinin' the boss an
then pa says let's 60 up the road ways
an see If we en- see anything. An
by gosh, we hadn't gone moren' fifty
feet afore we come plumb on man
layin' in the middle Of the road. Pa
shook him an he didn't let out 0
sound. He was warm, but deader'n q
tombstone. wuz fer leavin' him there
till We cd git the coroner, but pa says
no. We'd carry him down to our porch
an lay him there, SOS he'd be out O.
danger. l jumps on Polly an lights
out fer here, Mr.. Jones, to telephone
up to Saint Liz fer the, sheriff an the
coroner, not givin' dang what run
into on the way. Polly SHE'D some
thin terrible Jest afore we got to the
pike an I come derned near bein'
throwed. An right there side the road
was this Teller, all in heap. Thinks
], you poor cuss, you must a tried to
stop that Teller on hossback an he
plunked you. That accounted fer the
second shot. The thing that worries all
CT us is did the same man do the
shootin', or was there two Of 'em, one
waitin' down tie crossroads"
"Must have been two" said Jones,
1.-THE same man couldn't
hayo ont down there ahead of him.