Vilas County news. [volume] (Eagle River, Vilas County, Wis.) 1896-1927, 1923-09-12

olCdSl-tHdC i've pain Which so
Shamed her. But almost instantly, as
q second glance showed an agony in
Bonita's face, her bruised arms where
| the rope bit deep into the flesh, her
little brown hands stained with blood.
| Madeline was overcome by pity for
the unfortunate girl and a woman's
righteous passion at such barbarous
treatment Of one of her own sex.
The man holding the bride of the
horse on which Bonita had been bound
was at once recognized by Madeline
as the big-bodied, bullet-headed guer-
rilla who had found the basket of wine
In the spring at camp. Redder of
face, blacker of beard, coarser of as
pect, evidently under the influence of
liquor, he was as ferce-looking as a
gorilla and as repulsive. Besides him
| there were three other men present
all mounted on weary horses. The
one in the foreground, gaunt, sharp
featured, red-eyed, with a pointed
beard, she recognized as the sheriff of
Ell Cajon.
Stillwell saw Madeline, and, throw
| ing up his hands, roared to be heard.
| This quieted the gesticulating, quar-
reling men.
wal now, Pat Howe, what's drivin
| you like a locoed steer on the ram
| pager demanded StillwelI.
Keep in the traces, Bill" replied
Have. "You savvy what l come fer.
| hnnY1
ready now. I'm hyar to arrest GRIM
| inal."
The huge frame of the old cattle
man jerked as if he had been stabbed.
His face turned purple.
What criminal?" he shouted,
| hoarsely.
The sheriff flicked his quirt against
his dirty boot, and he twisted his thin
| lips into a leer.
why, Bill, l knowed you he'd a no
good outfit ridin' this range; but 1
wasn't wise tibet you he'd more'n one
criminal"
Cut that talk! Which cowboy are
you wantin' to arrest?"
Hawe's manner altered.
Scene Stewart" he replied, CURLY.
"On what charger
''Fer KILN a Greaser one night last
fall"
$50 you're still harpin' on that?
Pat you're on the wrong trail. You
can't lay that KILN onto Stewart.
The things ancient by now. But if
you insist on bringin' him to court, let
the arrest go today-we're havin
some fiesta hyar-an' I'll fetch Gene
in to Ell Cajon."
"Nope. l reckon I'll take him when
got the chance, before he slopes"
I'm givin' you my word" thun-
dered Stillwell.
II reckon 1 don't hev to take your
word, Bill or anybody else's."
Stillwell's great bulk quivered with
his rage yet he made successful eff
fort to control it.
"See hyar, Pat Have, 1 know what's
reasonable. Law is law. But in this
country there always has been an is
now a safe an sane way to proceed
with the law. Mebbe you've forgot
that. I'm a-goin' to give you hunch
Pat, you're not overliked in these
parts. You've rid too much with
high hand. Some of your deals hev
been shady, an don't you overlook
what I'm sayin'. But you're the sher-
if, an Pm respectin' your Office. I'm
reSpect1n' it this much. If the milk
of human decency is so soured in your
breast that you can't hev kind feel
in, then try to avoid the unpleasant
ness thatll result from any contrary
move on your part today. Do you get
that hunch?"
"Stillwell, you're threatenin' an of!
f1cer," replied Have, angrily. 'I come
to arrest him, an I'm goin' to-"
$50 that's your camel" shouted
Stillwell. "We-all are glad to get you
straight, Pat. Now listen, you cheap,
red-eyed coyote of a sheriff You don't
care how many enemies you make.
You know you'll never get office again
in this county. What do you care
now? It's amazin' strange how earn
est you are to hunt down the man who
killed that particular Greaser. 1
reckon there's been some dozen or
more killin's of Greasers in the last
year. Why don't you take to trailin'
some Of them killin's? I'll tell you
why. You're afraid to go near the
border An your hate of Gene Stew
art makes you want to hound him an
put him where he's never been yet
in Jail. You want to spite his friends
Wal, listen, you lean-jawed, skunk
bitten coyote! Go ahead an try to
arrest him -
Stillwell took one mighty stride off
the porch. His last words had been
cold. His rage appeared to have been
transferred to Have. The sheriff
had begun to stutter and shake q
lanky red hand at the cattleman when
Stewart stepped out.
'Here, you fellows, give me
chance to say a word.'
AS Stewart appeared the Mexican
girl suddenly seemed vitalized out of
her stupor. She strained at her bonds