The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1929-07-08
Olsness Defends His Method of Buying State Reinsurance as Lega
GOLD BULLETS
BY CHARLES G. U

"The last Ease carried into tn,
f~issure, dad rushed back to tn,
powder house and gathered electric
fuses, copper wire, q battery box
a screw driver, a hammer, and .
pai2 Of wire cutters and returned t.
the fissurc. He forced the cases
open. stuck fuses into two cartridges
in each case, and attached copper
wire to each fuse. HI then showed
the dynamite into old drillings and
creviees at strategic points and
packed it down with earth and rub
lie. The lengths Of copper wire
which stuck out of each pocket of
dynamite he connected to his main
lines.
"He hurried down the trail, paying
out the wires. Picking up the bat
terry box. he raced to a point about
$50 yards north of the ovcrhang.
The coils ran out there, and he con
nected them to the battery box.
He cut back to the building and
looked in at the clubhouse. None
of his men were in and he made for
the stable. Gunpowder, the gray,
whinnied to him but he saw nothing
of Bluebell. the marc. Dad watered
and saddlcd the gray and led it out
side.
"Hc then drove out the six mules.
Diving into his cabin, he wiped the
sweat off his body, got into a clean
shirt, clappcd on an old Stetson, and
picked up a half-filled water cam
teen. He said he couldn't 60 without
another look at Uncle Jerry.
dad had just got to the mine door
when he heard shouting off towards
Torridity. Turning, he saw lights.
The lights grew brighter, the shout
ing louder. Then he went in to
I'm here to tell you good-by.
son. he said. I'm giving you M
grand funeral. It's all l can do. l
reckon they'll not bother you. You
can lie here forever. -. Can you
hear me, son.!
He dropped to his knees and re-
pcated the Lords prayer.
1.-THE shouting began to boom in
the tunnel. Dad picked up the gold
mounted gun. But al he slid the gun
into his holster a thought struck
him and he drew it out again and
placed it beside the body. 1t was
just another of Dads impulses. A
good soldier had a right to be buried
with his weapons.
"A last look and he was racing for
Gunpowder. He picked up the box
and peered off towards Torridity.
He could just see a fan-shaped
shadow sweeping across the burned
out plain. They were after blood.
"The shadow swept on towards the
mine. Dad showed the plunger down.
Gunpowder shot forward.
Nothing happened for a split sec
ond or so, then He'll broke loose. He
thought his eardrums would burst
beneath the roar Of the explosion.
A fearful grinding, c%runching,
crashing sound followed the roar
Gravel and pebbles showered upon
him and as they pelted Gunpowder's
launches the gray went on like a
cannon ball. -.
ut was just dawn when dad got
to the top of Pitchfork. As he
looked down over the Skull he felt
as if he were tearing its fingers
from his throat. He swung the gray
around and faced the west. It was
then that the name he had been look
ing for came to him. Andrew Og-
dcn.' It was a good name. -.
That's the Torridity story, Uncle
john"
Copyright, 1929, VIM. Morrow Coz
Andrew Ogden's murder is
still unsolved. The story of
Gold Bullets" continues with
tom0rrOw's chapter.