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IMITATION OF REAL THING
Battery Now in Position on "Old Iron
Shooting the Editor
By RICHARD SAUNDERS GRAVES
(Copyright, by Short Stories Co., Ltd.)
Long before the train had arrived
at Gold Gulch I knew there was go
ing to be trouble in the office of the
Courier and that the editor was to be
shot The man who was going to do
the shooting was on the train. His
hair hung down on his shoulders and
be wore boots and spurs and two big
revolvers. There was a grim determ
ination on his face.
This Nemesis in boots confided to
the man In the seat with him that the
name of the man he was going up to
Gold Gulch to kill was Swanson and
that his own name was Puller.
"Hiram Fuller, from Mizzury," he
aid by way of introduction. I de
cided, as I sat In the seat behind him
and was forced to hear his conversa
tion, that in the matter of names the
editor had the best of It, but of course
I knew nothing of his ability to shoot.
I also learned from bis confidences,
as did nearly everybody else in the
coach, that it had been many years
since be left bis native state, and I
Judged that he had readily become
acclimated In the West.
During the long afternoon ride I en
gaged in conversation with Fuller, the
Infuriated, as I had mentally named
him. I learned that he was a ranch
man at Sand Creek and that Swanson
had been employed by him. Swanson
had made love to his daughter, and
that was the cause of all the trouble
Fuller had driven him away at the
point of a revolver six months before,
and now his daughter Susie had dis
appeared. She . had been gone a
month, ostensibly on a visit to some
friends twenty miles away, and her
father had just learned that she had
not been there. His anger was awful
"Swanson's stole her, that's what
he's done," Fuller almost shouted. His
wrath increased as he talked, for he
believed that Swanson could not make
a living for the girl. The ranchman
admitted that he knew next to noth
Ing of the young man, except that he
had come out West to teach school,
and upon falling to find a school had
taken up the occupation of a cowboy
for more than a year. He also knew
that Swanson had come from the
lumber region of Wisconsin, but had
said very little about his home or
In the course of time it came out
that a neighboring ranchman had
been wooing the girl before the ar
rival of Swanson, and it was easy to
guess that the father had greatly
favored the alliance; but his will was
set aside after his daughter had seen
the young man from the north, and
now he proposed to shoot Swanson,
who had drifted to the mining town
after leaving the ranch, for enticing
the girl from home. He bad just
learned of Swanson's whereabouts
from a letter written by him which
Susie Fuller had left behind.
The train finally crept into Gold
Gulch and the passengers alighted.
Gold Gulch was busy with its own af
fairs and the arrival of the train once
a day did not disturb it in the least,
The train sometimes brought a hun
dred or more gold seekers, but the
Gulch bad no interest in them until
they had been there long enough to
become a part of it.
I alighted from the train ahead of
the others and made my way up the
path toward the lights, fully determ
ined to warn Swanson of his impend
lng doom. When I reached the Cour
ier ofllce I found the front door open,
but just as I entered, and while the
light was shining full upon me, a bul
let whistled past, cutting the lapel
and one sleeve of my coat. I knew
then that Fuller had divined my pur
pose and made the only effort he could
to intercept me.
"Where's Swanson?" I asked as
soon as I was inside the door.
"Down at the Red Dog," said the
printer nearest me, and I passed on
through without a pause.
The office of the Courier was built
of logs and rough boards, with doors
of heavy lumber. Back of the Courier
ofllce the ground sloped up toward the
frowning peak of the mountain, with
. not a bush or tree in sight. As I
reached the back door I could hear
Fuller In the front office and knew
he would shoot again at sight of me.
I have witnessed his outbursts of wrath.
I had not entirely given up the idea
of warning Swanson. It was still in
my mind, but at that moment I was
more concerned for my own safety. I
started blindly to climb the side of the
mountain, and twenty feet up the
slope I grasped a small bowlder that
lay but slightly balanced. It rolled
down toward the Courier office and
closed with a thud the back door,
which opened outward and was stand
ing slightly ajar. The building was
shaken, but the door was firmly
The loosening of the bowlder prob
ably saved my life, for it closed the
door against the coming of Fuller,
who was in the act of emerging with
a revolver In his hand. I could see
no hiding-place on the slope of the
mountain, the whole of it being
lighted by the moon, so I started to
ward the Red Dog saloon, stumbling
over rocks and across ditches in the
rear of the buildings. I stopped at
the first one from which the noise of
many voices came, and entering the
back door, pushed into the crowd.
I waa looking for Swanson, but 1
did not know him and had no descrip
tion ot mm. wnen i saw a young
man with flaxen hair and blue eyes I
knew, somehow, that I bad found him,
even before I had asked his name.
He stood talking to a man who wore
an apron and was without hat or coat.
You are Swanson, are you not?" I
"I am," he answered in a clear
voice. "What can I do for you?"
"Fuller is here to kill you," I said.
"He came up from Sand Creek to-day.
I was on the train with him. I just
left him at the Courier office."
"Ay know ham," said Swanson. In
bis surprise at the announcement he
unconsciously went back to the lan
guage he bad spoken in the Wisconsin
lumber camps before he had attended,
college and became a scholar and an
athlete. With the man wearing an
apron he went into a rear room and
I sought safety in the thickest of the
crowd and awaited developments.
Other men were called into the back
room and the crowd grew more dense
about the bar. It was probably an.
hour before Fuller came in.
No sooner had he reached the cen
ter of the long bar than he was in-'
vited to take a drink by a tall miner
who had but recently come from the
back room. Fuller refused to drink,
and the miner became offended. He
raised his voice and talked loudly
about the insult. Fuller tried to shove
him aside, but the tall man crowded
him toward the back of the room and
became more and more abusive.
The ranchman was not a coward.
and when he deemed the proper time
had come he reached for his revol
vers. The holsters were empty!
At the same moment that Fuller
reached toward his belt the offended
miner drew a revolver and began to
shoot. Other revolvers cracked at
about the same time and the room
was rapidly filling with Enoke. Ful
ler's shoulder was grazed and his hat
had two holes in it. In spite of his
natural bravery it was plain that he
At that instant Swanson emerged
from the back room with a revolver
in each hand, which he emptied in the
direction of the big miner, who
pitched forward to the floor. Two
others with revolvers in their hands
also fell, and Swanson seized Fuller
by the arm, dragging him through
the narrow passage and out at the
It was more than a year later that
I was coming out of Denver one night
on an east-bound train. In the smok
ing compartment of the sleeper I saw
Swanson, well dressed and apparently
prosperous and happy. His blue eyes
were bright with laughter as I glanced
at him. He was on his feet as soon
as he looked at me.
"I've been searching for you for
over a year," he said grasping my
hand. "Will you tell me why you
didn't register at the hotel that night
in Gold Gulch?"
I had to admit that the excitement
incident to the killing of three men
had upset me and that I had forgot
ten to register.
" 'Killing of throe men," he quoted,
and laughed loud and long. "Como
back here where my wife is and I'll
toll you the whole story."
We found Mrs. Swanson, who had
been Susie Fuller, in the sleeper, play
ing with the baby. Mrs. Swanson was
a pretty girl with dark-brown eyes
'and hair and a color that looked all
the richer beside her fair husband.
After learning my name and introduc
ing me Swanson said:
"You see, as soon as you warned
me that night in the Red Dog that
Susie's father was looking for me, I
took Doc rtixby he's the managing
editor of that place into the back
room and we fixed up the scheme.
The old gentleman's revolvers were
taken away from him before he was
ten feet inside the door, so that he
could not kill anybody, for he's mighty
handy with a gun and would have
cleaned the place out. W7hlle things
were being arranged and while we
were waiting for him to come I was
in the back room drawing bullets out
of my shells and filling the places
with paper wads.
"It worked out all right and I took
the old man away as meek as any
lamb you ever saw. I soon convinced
him that I hadn't stolen his daughter
and I didn't," he added, with a
glance at his pretty wife, who blushed
und gave closer attention to the baby.
"She came to me," Swanson went on.
"and was at home that night in our
little house three hundred yards away
from that stirring scie."
"Well, I guess you wrote and beg
ged me to come," said Mrs. Swanson,
defending herself. '''You were afraid
to come after me." ;
Swanson admitted the truth of her
"We waited, a week after Daddy
Fuller went hjhne," he resumed, "and
then I pretended to find Susie. We;
had been married a month when he:
came to Gold Gulch, but to make
things safe wo announced that we had
just been married when we went to'
see him. He treated us. royally and.
has been to see us ae'vfeial times,
since. He's a regular old idiot about
the baby. .'
"There's another thing that may in-'
terest you. When you rolled that!
bowlder down against the backdoor ot
the Courier office you uncovered one
of the richest gold mines In the state,
in which you now have a half interest"
sides" .Not the Same That
Every fair day in summer and au
tumn tourists crowd the deck of the
frigate Constitution at " the Charles
town navy yard.
The most striking thing that en
gages their attention, once they are
aboard the historic ship, is the bat
tery. The lines of grim, black guns,
making up the ship's broadsides, have
a fascination for every patriotic Amer
ican who makes a pilgrimage to "Old
The tourist fondly pats the iron,
saying: "They could shoot with these
old guns, after all," or, "This is what
gave the British fits.'
If the tourist is in a party, with a
Conductor along, he hears, in the
cclrse of a brief lecture on the ship,
that the guns are not the original bat-
l&ry of the ship, but modern replicas.
This he might have surmised had he
reasoned over the absence of any fir
ing device on the guns. The rim of
the old pan, in which powder was
placed, is there; but there is no hole
connecting with the interior of the
The reason for this is easily ex
plained. The guns were cast at the
navy yard two years ago, when the
ship was restored. It was not neces
sary to pierce them. For show pur
poses they do as well as they are. Ex
cspt for this omission they are like
the original guns carried by the ship
in the war of 1812.
Allowing, therefore, these "dummy"
guns to move the imagination, the vis
itor, looking at the broadsides of the
Constitution, can fancy them hurling
death and destruction off Tripoli in
1805, or in the fine sea fights of the
wcr of 1812.
The battery of the ship In those
days consisted of 44 guns, the heavi
est of which were 36-pounders; that
is, they threw a shot of that weight.
Looking at the primitive wooden
carriages on which the guns are
mounted, and the cumbersome tackles
by which they had to be drawn back
every time they were loaded, one may
pause in wonder at the execution
The wooden wedge or quoin, at the
base of the gun, by which its muzz!-
could be elevated or depressed, was
the chief means of training it.
It was a rule to fire as the ship
rolled downward on a sea, in order to
have the shot take effect In the ene
my's hull. In the British navy the
rule was the opposite. They fired on
the rise of the ship.
mis practice rulea in the engage
ment between the Constitution and the
wuernere, August 19, iiz. xne re
sult was the speedy reduction of the
British frigate to a wreck and her sur
render, while the Constitution was in
jured only in her sails and spars.
One Way of Doing Business.
Billy Emerson, the minstrel, took a
company of black-face artists to Aus
tralia in the old days, and had hard
luck. On the way back he landed at
Shanghai and gave a show.
Emerson saw there was a good
Louse. "Doing pretty well,' he said
to the box-office man.
"Fine," that official replied; "we've
got in $400 in money and, $1,400 in
"in what?" gasped Emerson.
"What are chits?"
"Why, promises to pay. Everybody
uses chits here. Give a chit and set
lie at the end of the month."
"Do you mean to tell me- that you
have let $1,400 worth of seats go for
them chits, as you call them?"
"Sure; why not?"
"And those people just signed their
names and didn't pay cash?"
"What a business I could do in the
states!" groaned Emerson. Saturday
Kat Plant Stimulus.
Some years ago, after a long and fa
tiguing climb by Americans in the
Abyssinian mountains, they were
served with libations of "todj," an ex
tremely refreshing beverage in which
catha edulis, or the kat plant, was
Certain tribes chew the leaves of
the' plant commonly When compelled
to exert special or long continued ef
lort. the immediate effect being sleep
lessness and stimulation.
The freshly cut leaves have a rather
pleasant taste and produce a kind, of
intoxication of long duration", with
none of the disagreeable features of
Messengers and soldiers, by chew
ing the leaves, are enabled to go with
out food for several days.
The better class of merchants chew
these leaves three or four times a day,
the habit being fairly comparable to
the use of tea in the United States.
AT 6 P. M.
II WORKERS UNION f j.
v AT 6 P. M.
MEN'S AND WOMEN'S
UNION MADE SHOES
SEE OUR SPECIALS AT
$2.50 - $3.00 - $3.50 - $4.00
Men's and Women's Dress
Shoes in Patent, Calf and Kid
at $3.50 and $4.00 a pair.
Men's and Women's Street
Shoes at $3.50 and $4 a pair.
Men's Heavy Work Shoes-all Solid Leather
waterproof, at $2.50, $3.00 and $3.50 a pair.
FAIREST IN THE WORLD.
And the Labor Editor Gets Scant
Credit for It.
The Rev. Charles Stelzle, whose
knowledge of the labor press in gen
eral is perhaps greater than that of
any other man not engaged in publish
ing one, says that "the labor press is
the fairest in the world, because it
has admitted to its columns criticisms
against itself, which no other paper
would -dare do. The labor press ex-
sts for the whole labor movement,
and not simply for. a part of it."
We might add that the job of keep
ing it fair is the hardest in the world
and over which the angels continually
weep when they think of the "cuss
ings" the labor editors get for their
efforts to keep its record good. Eas-
ton, Pa., Journal.
Wealth in Chemicals.
Ultramarine is cited as an example
of the industrial value of chemical in
vestigation. When this was made by
powdering lapis lazuli, a very rare
mineral, the cost exceeded its weight
in gold, but since the chemist's dis
covery that the same material can be
made from such cheap substances as
sodium sulphate and carbonate, sul
phur, charcoal and rosin, the price
has fallen to a few cents a pound.
Ready for Thenr..
Friend Now, if I were building a
Owner Step around the corner,
please, and you'll find a house I'm put
ting up to carry out the ideas of my
friends. This is one I'm building to
suit myself: Judge.
SHOP KICKS AND KINKS.
Leadership in the Union" Discussed
By Rev. Charles Stelzle.
If there is one thing above another
that stands out among the fellows that
I know, it is the fact .that the day has
gone by when the cheap, short-sighted,
ignorant blatherskite of a so-called
"walking delegate' or whatever else
yoi' may choose to call this kind of a
so-called labor leader, can long curse
the workingman. His day is gone.
There is a new type of leader coming
on. And the men who are going to
help us most are the men who have
come up from the rauks, or better still,
who are yet in the ranks. Slowly but
surely such men are emerging from
among the masses. Sometimes unap
preciated by the very ones whose bat
tles they are fighting, and whose des
tinies they are working out, they are
coming up just the same, to take the
places which belong to them by virtue
of their fitness for the job. They are
not the men who have the gift of gab.
Some of the best men we have today
are not great orators. We don't need
the spellbinder as much as we need
men with patience and endurance.
There is no job which requires these
virtues more than that of a leader of
laboring men. For workingmen are an
ungrateful lot, and they expect perfec
tion in the men that they elect as their
After all, there's lots of religion in
the labor movement, take it just as it
is. So far as the practical side of
things is concerned, the trades unions
are making a fight which is about as
religious as most anything can. well
be. They don't go in for much of the
pslam-singing brand of - religion, and
then throw up the job. They seem to
begin just about where that kind
leaves off. And maybe, on the whole,
they make just as few mistakes. In
stead of singing about "The Home
over there," the fellows, that I know
most about, are busy trying to get
a decent home right here and now.
And they haven't much use for the
kind of religion which says that their
job is not Christian. Some day the hv
bor fellows will add to their creed
more of the real spiritual interests in
life and then the church will have, to
hustle to keep in the procession. If
ever workingmen get on to the church
job, and really mean business, there'll
be something doing, for who knows
how to suffer and sacrifice more than
the men and women in the ranks of
labor? Once let them get started on
a genuine religious crusade, and there
will be a repetition of the days of the
apostles. Rev. Charles Stelzle, in
"Letters From a Workingman."
CARMEN TO AFFILIATE.
At the annual convention of the
Brotherhood of Railway Carmen, held
in Atlanta, Go., recently by a unani
mous vote it was decided to affiliate
with the American , Federation of La
bor and become a part of the recently
created Railway Department. This
enlists a membership of upward of
100,000 organized railroad employes,. '
and the prediction is made that sim
ilar action by other railway brother
hoods will soon follow.
Labor Temple . Has Proved to
The annual statement of the di
rectors of the Toronto Labor Temple
shows that the year's business was a
profitable one. The receipts amounted
to $13,568.33, leaving a balance of $1,
856.18. The assets of the company are
the building, $35,888.34; furniture,
$7,500. The profits show an unde
clared dividend of over 13 per cent.
The excess of assets over liabilities Is
$17,309.87. The original allotment of
stock has been taken up, and the sin.
gle transaction of $5.00 for the year
closed the final allotment. At present
there is no stock on the market, arid
the company will not issue any more,
as the stocric as it now stands is worth
more than double what was paid for
DO A MAN'S PART.
Mr. Union Man, are you doing a man's part in
pushing the Labor Temple project to success? Have
you contributed your share? Have you taken any
interest in the movement looking towards provid
ing the unions of this community with a home of
Or are you either doing nothing or else "knock
ing" on the proposition?
There is an immediate need of manly men self
sacrificing union men. There is a need of men who
will step forward arid say: "I'll do my share to
wards securing and maintaining a Labor Temple in
Will you be one of the five hundred or six hun
dred men who are needed and must be had at once?
If you are ready and willing to do a man's part,
now is the time to make the fact known.
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