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Show would undertake the enterprise. He did not tliink it should cost much. -It is dead easy to do," lie said. "Jest ride ca'mly up to the ugeucy and beef him, and then Vide away. That oughtn't to cost no fortune," ami he was willing to give a "boss and outfit" and f-'i(K). . "I'll go yon," Bind a bad looking gentleman gen-tleman called Curly Hill. Curly Dill was certainly a very bad man, as any ono might see by examining his six shooter. Ho had f.lfd away the sights as superfluous to ono so sure and keen, and had taken out tho trigger, trusting trust-ing to explode his interesting weapon by tho simple process of letting tho hammer full from his thumb. These changes in tho ground plan of a Colt's 41 ulways liespeak a bad man the wide west over, and such was Curly liill, tho personagij who wanted to hire out to kill tho agent. Preliminaries were arranged and the horse and outfit were turned over, in company with sf'MOof thelf.'iui), and Curly Hill rodo away on his long pull for the Ute agency . Six weeks and their happenings were added to history, and so far nothing iloated back from Curly liill. Ono afternoon after-noon he rode again into the camp in the Unnuisou country. Tho public crowded about to learn of his success. Curly lliil got out of the saddle and stepped into a saloon. The public followed, and, at his request, took a drink with him. At last Uld Jones put the ijuestion: , "Did you get him. Curly?" "No," said Curly Bill. "Why not?" j "Well," said Curly Bill, with an i - amiable drawl, "I'll tell you what's the ! irinltcr Von see tho enss tilTi-red me I A TIN CUP VERDICT. Tho sun was low toward the western peaks whea Old Jones and his nejihew halted their teams for tho night. Old Jones aud his relative wero freighters, and tho crack of their lonjr, hot tided mule whip, and tho creak of their heavy wairoiiH lud been heard in half of tho camps of Colorado. The four wagons tonight wore nwuiig into tho segment of a circlo, aud tho , mufes were hobbled and cast loose from i the, atraps in whieh, through tho day, they pulled. At this relief these grate ful Hlaves ctood about and attested their joy in tho loud cries peculiar to their kind, but whieh are so unfortunate in their lack of harmony. To stop this racket the nephew went about giving them their vesper feed. This he placed in morrels, or nose hags, which ho hung to their hungry heads. Old Jones built a fire and began tho compilation of an intricate but savory dish known to those $l,lll)U to come back and down you." There was a profound silence. Old Jones seemed thoughtful and cast down, and the public wailed. At last Old Jones put another pertinent inouiry. ' Well, whatever do you allow you'll do about il?" "Wliatever'll you do about il?" said Curly liill. "Will you raise him?" "S'pose I don't rai.so him?" said Old Jones; "s'pose I don't even call him:' and an ugly glare began to shine iti his watery, gray eyes; albeit his voice was low and his face calm. " Well," said Curly Dill, with vast turn chalance, "in that event I reckon I'll have to go him." Tho public took a deep breath at this announcement, and Old Jones sei'ined plunged in thought again. At last lie found his voice. "I'll think this vcro matter over, P.ill. and I reckon on fixing tip something so you won't complain none of me. Vou be yere and I'll count back in an hour." Then Old Jones proceeded straight to his wagons, got his Winchester, ami coming in the back door of the saloon wherein Curly Hill was refreshing himself him-self after the campaign, bUuv that celebrated cele-brated person's head oil without a wold. Old Jones then gave himself up to tho citizens' committeo and demanded a trial. It was had at once. Every man in the camp knew of the killing aud its entire history. They all approved it too It was esteemed, however, not a proper thing to allow the plot to kill the agent to go abroad to the world. The account might, in unskillful hands, become garbled gar-bled and hurt the camp's reputation. So when Old Jones was acquitted, which denounient was rapid iu its coming, the verdict read thus; "JcsUhed killin' on account of Curly Bill insultin of Old Jones' wife." This is a true tale of the west. Kansas Kan-sas City Star. happy ones who have tho recipe as "freighter's slow." I Supper over, tho two freighters sat about in the lurking shadows made by the fire's blink and glimmer, smoking their pipes. All at onco there was a commotion iu the band of mules. Those patient folk who had scrambled and pulled nil day over a rough mountain trail with wagons loaded on the principle princi-ple of 1,200 iHumds to a mule, and who now, in the proprieties of mule life, should be at peace and rest with tho world, were charging about and snorting snort-ing in a very Alarming way. "Injuns!" said Old Jones, shoving back into the gloom. "Injuns, for a thousand dollars! There au't no animal on earth, bar Injuns, over makes mules take ou that a-way." The nephew thought so too. Old Jones and the nephew did not fear an attack. There were no Indians about that wero not described as friendly. LSitt what they did fear was that tho mules might be st;mieded. Stamjied-ing Stamjied-ing Btock is a great aboriginal industry. The Indian will stampede your cattle or mules mid then claim one dollar a head for (hiding them for you. Thus do these wise sons of nature (ill their coffers and exact a revenue from thoso who cross their lands. Jones' nephew took it Winchester from tho wagon and began to work his cautions, cau-tions, silent way toward the mules. Thoso bust were still snorting and shying shy-ing as if piry to wild alarm. The nephew disappeared in the darkness. Old Jones placed his hand over his pipe-bowl pipe-bowl so its fiery eyo could not be seen and peered after him into the gloom. "IJangt Bang! Bang!" It was the Winchester speaking it told the Indian policy of the border and a very sulll-cieut sulll-cieut good policy it is too. Old Jones, at the sound, heaved u sigh, but never moved. After a little the nephew came in to the fire, llo seemed alert, hopeful ami unrelenting as to tho Winchester Indian policy. "Did yon stretch one?" said Old Jones. "1 think most likely 1 did," said tho nephew iu a sanguine way. "We can tell in tho mornin', shore." Tho mules were now tpiiet. Firearms had no terrors for them. They could stand the odor of gunpowder, but of Indiansbah! In-diansbah! No mule of tasto could stand it for a second. After another half hour Old Jones and his nephew kicked out the embers of their tire and Wjiiit tr &l,.or Old Jones and bis nephew had visitors in the morning. The whole Ute tribe and their agent came down to the freight-era' freight-era' camp. The members of the Jones family at once seized their Winchesters and alacriously prepared for war. The Utes ran about, jumping and yelling and demanding vengeance. Old Jones and his nephew Btood silent and grim behind their wagon and showed their iron teeth. The agent insisted on peace. ''Would the Jones who had killed the Ute tho night before give himself up? lie would be guaranteed from harm, but the Utes insisted on his arrest. They the Indianswould In-dianswould attack the wagons if the criminals did not surrender." So spoke the agent a nervous little incompetent, us many an Indian agent is. "Give up nothin'," said Old Jones derisively. de-risively. "You tell them Utes if they want anything 'round here to waltz in and get it." The Utes howled and danced still harder and higher at this, aud the agent talked more earnestly than ever. He threatened the Joneses with the power ot the government. This was too itnuih. They would tight the wliolo Ute tribe, lmt they were afraid of Uncle Sum. After a brief parley the nephew stepped out aud giive himself up to the atfent. Ha would have displayed more sense if he had remained behind his wagon and died iu the smoke of his Winchester. The ngent, the nephew aud the Utes did uot go a mile toward the agency before be-fore the Indians took me nephew, and tying him to a pine tree spent several blissful hours in torturing him to death. The agent was powerless to interfere, Jones, the elder, found the truth the evening of the samo day. He turned a V little pale under the thirty years of tan whieh browned his face, but said nothing. noth-ing. As well as he could he hitched up his teams and went ahead. His course was slow. Where the going was easy the nephew's team eight mules could follow the others and got along all right. Where it was rough Uld Jones halted them, and, after driving his own team over, came back for them. Two months later the old man unloaded unload-ed his freight at a camp in the Gunnison country. Ilo told the story of his nephew's death and charged it to 'tho agent. The populace agreed with him to a man. Old Jones insisted the agent should likewise suffer death. Public sentiment rushed to the same conclusion. Every wau in the Tincup district who heard of the matter at once advised Jones to go back and kill the miserable ngent, or, if that scheme did not suit, to hire some one who would. Never was public sentiment so uniform iu a matter before. It was beautiful. "Hire some one to go back. Kill the agent!" This struck Old Jones, who hud Btrong commercial instincts, as a good thing. 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