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Show A FICHTINC KID. A Story About a llrnther of the Famous Kil. Mokes. 'I don't bolu-ve," remarked the 40-er 40-er to a Chicago Post reporter, '-that it is frenerally known that Ed. Stokes, who killed Jim Kisk, had a brother Joe who won once the worst feared and best liked mini in California, In 1H.V2 I was in Sacramento, and it was there I made Joe's acquaintance. He wits then a book-keeper. One day I was in gambling house and noticed among the players an elegantly dressed, handsome young fellow about 20 years of age. The man who sat next him was a ruffianly looking fellow with a gun conspicuously strapped to his Bide. Somehow a dispute arose between these two, and with the rest of the people peo-ple in the room I got as close to them as I could in order to see the outcome.. The bad man was trying to get the youngster into a light, which the youngster politely declined. Then the bad man began to bluster. " -You want to look out for me,' he f-aid: I'm the Wild Wolf of the Arkan-saw, Arkan-saw, I'm a half-breed Cherokee. I am, and the bloodiest man in the tribe. I've killed 37 able-bodied men, 1 have, and I'd chaw you up in two bites, you young eocksparror. I've been in hero three weeks and ain't killed no one yet, and I'm just thirsting for goro. I'll kill you if you open your mouth again.' "Here the bystanders interposed and tyld the Wild Wolf to let the boy alone. " 'Thank you, gentlemen.' said tho boy; -but I don't think tho Wolf can hurt anybody.' '(let out of the way!' yelled tho Wild Wolf; Tin H-yoin, to shoot!' A general rush was mndo for the doors, as was always the eii-vi when u light wits imminent. Hut the boy stood cool and siiiilitir until the Wolf laid his hand on his gun, when, in the twinkling: twink-ling: of an eye, toe boy had the mu..lo of a Hiin'.l revolver within a foot of tho pit of the Wolf's stomach. 'My dear sir,' he said, in tho po. litest, pos4ile way, 'throw up your hands or I'll kill you dead.' "The Wolf saw that his blurt was called nnd mechanically obeyed. "Xow,1 said tho boy, 'unbuckle your belt and let. that six-shooter fall.1 "The Wolf did it. Then tho boy made him no into h corner of the room and stand there, and, lighting a cigar, he said: " 'My dear sir, hold your hands behind your back. I'm going to slick the fiery end of this cigar in your nose, and you must let it stay there until it goes out, and if you flinch, sniflle or attempt to take it out I'll shoot.' 'He then put his threat into execu-tion, execu-tion, and the Wolf burned like a mar- tyr for a full minute. The boy now gave tho Wolfs revolver to one of tha men standing near and said: " -When Ptn gone give him his gun. My name is Joe Stokes, and I can lick any man in California who doesn't like mo. I'm looking for such soft snaps ! as the Wild Wolf of the Arkansaw.' " |
