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Deadwood Dick's device; or, The sign of the double cross

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Deadwood Dick's device; or, The sign of the double cross
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Copyright 1879-1885, by Beadle & Adams. Entered at Post omce, New Y ork, N Y., as second c l ass matter. Mar. 15, 1899. No. 21 THE ARTHUR WESTBROOK CO. Cleveland, Ohio Vol. II "STOP!" SHE SAID, AUTHORITATIVELY.

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J Qopyr!gbt 1879-1885, by Beadle & Adame. Ent.ered at Pos t Oftlc e New York, N Y ., as secona c lass Illar 15, No. 21 THE ARTHUR WESTBROOK CO Cleveland, Ohio Vol. Il 41i!TOP!" BilE SAID,

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I Deadwood Dick' s Device. Deadwood Dick's OR, The Sign o f the Double dr o s s A WILD, fJTRANGE TALE OF THE LEADVILLE M:U!ES-QF MEN OF STEEL-OF TOUGHS AND TIGERS-OF ROAD-AGENTS, REGULATORS, AV ENGERS, ADVENTURERS-AND OF THE THRILL ING LIFE IN THE NE'\V ELDORADO. BY EDWARD L. WHEELER, AUTHOR OF "DEADWOOD DICK" NOVELS;" ROSE BUD ROB NOVELS, ETC., ETC. CHAPTER I. DAVID HOWELL'S WILL. A STORM was upon Leadville. Such a storm as is not usual in that high latitude-a regular tornado of wind, together with a copious shower of rain, and the play of lightning combined with the roll of thunder. From noon of a warm sprin" day it had been gathering in the heavens, in t'fu.eat.ening puffs of blac k and gray, with the purple tinge to the horizon of a concealed riot. Then naa the heavens grown larker and darker, as well as the day. At the fin>>. rumble of the heavy thunder men came fron: ''"ll mines, and shook til.eir heads doubtfully. '11< .. y had about as well run the risk of their life below ground as face the elements above. Business was suspended in the town until lamps could be light.ed; indeed, few could do anything but stand and watch the strange shapes and colors of the clouds that every instant threat ened to spill their contents over the mountain lJletropolis. A man was riding toward the town from in the dll eJ tion of the mountains, at a rapid gallop -a mau enveloped in a heavy cloak, with a slouch hat so drawn down over his face as to hide his identity, which evidently was his purpose. As Le rode he glanoed skyward occasionally, as if anxious that the storm should hold ofl' until he reached the town, yet distant a couple of mii es. The narrow road or trail over which he gal loped, was lined with stunted pines, and an undergrowth of. young chaparraf, which gave it a gloomy appearance, even in daytime, to say nothing of its night somberness. There was an occasional cabin scattered along the trail, but they were g e nerally vacant, having been built and deserted by stampeders-a class of miners who invade every strike, but "pull out" at the first warning for better pastures. The horse upon whi c h the rider was mounted, was a large bay, with an abund. ance of life and spirit, and it .needed but a word from its maste r to quicken it3 pac e "On! Spot! on, old fellow, or we'll surely get a the rider said, studying the angry faoe of the heavens I do not care about offer ing myself as a target for a hurricane. It is gain&" to be a bard pull for the ta:iVn, gown there on the plateau, and the morning's paper o f tomorrow will have a whole column of obi tua.J7 news about broken window-panes and t ied r oofs, if I mistake not. Hello!" -He involuntarily drew rein as a woman glid ed from the chaparral, in front of his horse, waved her hand for him to stop. He hil.d no the slightest idea as to what she wanted, but. courtesy combined with ctlriosity, caused him tolf give her audience. "Sop!" she said; authoritatively; and. the horseman saw her pull the vail down cloeer ov her face. "Stop a bit, sir I You are wanted at the Dead Pine Tract." "I, madam? the stranger echoed, in evident surferise. Pray explain Th ere is nothing to explain, more than I have told you. You are wanted at the cabin of Dave Howell, on the Dead Pine Tract, and if you're at all anxious to strike a fat pan, you 'll git along." And turn;n;:>:, the woman glided back into the a; mysteriously as she had come. Well, I'll iJe jiggered!" the horseman mut t.ered, wakhin_.g her retreat until had disap peared. If l was inclined to believe in mo.nifestations, I shquld say I had received a call The woman was too cleverly disguised for one to recognize her, nor do I think 1 have ever heard her voice." A few drops of rain upon the leaves above him, and a glance at the whitish gray and pur ple sky, seemed to decide the rider as to his course.'' I will go to Dead Pine Tract," he declared. It is a good way of avoiding the storm, and if it is a trap for me, as I more than half suspect, I've a pair or wols in my belt that have never gone back on me, to my recollection." And with a low lau(?ih, the gave rein to bis horse, and galloped away m a course opposit;e to that which he bad been pursuing. The wind increased to a very gale, carrying with it dust, leaves, sticks and rain, and the thunder boomed a deep angry solo to the light flash. Still the lone horaeman spurred on, oravely fighting his way through the now fierce tornado, which howled around him like so many infuriated demons. At last, however, he struck into a section of timbered country. almost within sight of Lead ville, which boreJ;be name of Dead Pine Trnct, from the fact that every pine tree in the piec9 of timber was dead-a tall gaunt trunk only standing with Seamed sides to t.ell where the fatal lightning bad left its mark during some former storm. Here the wind did not strike so heavily, for the tract was protect.ed on the illiSt by an abrupt line of hills that checked the force of the Iow flying winds of the howling land hurricane. Threading the forest of dead pines by way of a well-beaten trail, the horseman soon emerged into a glade comprising some fifteen acres which had been but rudely cleared of logs and debris, and two builrlin
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Dea.dwood Dick's Device. pars have been incessantly A rich strike, too, they say-equal to the Little Pitts burg on Freyer Hill." There seemed to be no life about the premises, judging from external appearances; so, chs mounting and tethering his horse, the stranger rapped smartly on the door. After a few moments footsteps were audible crossing the floor, and the door was opened by a Chinaman-a cunning, mischievous-looking, al mond-eyed son of Confucius he was, too, clad in the style customary with his class. "Wbatee 'Melican man wantee?" he demanded/ looking so serious as to appear most comical. 'I wish to know what I'm wanted for, as much as anything," the stranger replied, banteringly. I was sent here by a vailed wo man, who remarked that my presence was de sirable in this cabin. Show me in, you pigtailed rascal!" The Celestial obeyed, and the stranger found himself in a large rudely furnished room, con taining such traps and trimmings as you will find in any miner's hut-i. e. cooking utensils, while a table and bed occupied a large portion of the space. A man lay upon the bed, evidently suffering great pain, for his face was contorted, and bis' eyes bulged wildly from their sockets. He was very thin and bony, and his haggard appearance was increased by the ragged condition of his garments. A man sat upon a stool by the stove, frying some m e.at-a rough, common-looking personage, who did not look as if be was gifted ;vith more than an ordinary stock of brains. The person upon the bed looked up eagerly, as he heard footsteps crossing the floor, and saw the stranger standing above him. His eyes seemed to grow less wild in their glare, and the eXJ?ression u pon hi s features less rigid. 'Who are :y,ou?" be demanded, m a hoarse, gasping tone; 'who sent you?" "My name is Harris; Edward Harrisratyour service," the strange r replied turning aown his collar and raising bis bat thereby revealing a handsome manly face. 'r came hither at the in.'ltigation of a vailed woman, who intercepted me bac k h ere in the forest." It is well. She kept her word to me. Your name is Edward Harris, eh?" "At your servir,e-at least, such is ihe name I choose to sail under." Harris I Harris!" the old man muttered, thoughtfully, as if trying to recihl some past and gone memory. "Edwmd Harris! It seems to me that that name bas reached my bearing before-ah! yes! I knew I was not wrong;Edward Harris-Deadwood Dick!" The same, originally I" the stranger by the bedside replied. "Have you a grudge against Deadwood Dick? "None I'' the old man answered, with a chuckle. "Deadwood Dick never did me any harm, and 1s not likely to, since he was lynched, but a few days ago, in Leadville. As to the similarity in your names, it is not singular, for Harris is not an uncommon name." "Perhaps not," the stranger replied, with a smile. If there is anything I can do for you, be pleased to state what." "Yes! yes! I had almost forgotten that time is flying, and ushering me into eternity. For, as you may have observed, I am dying, young man-dying, and suffering the most acute pain. Life won't hang to me"much longer, and I may as well sum up my business, at once. Are Y"U married, Edward Harris?" "I am a widower," Deadwood Dick replied, a cloud coming over his face. "It is well. I know you would be a kind husband; your very presence seems to tell me so. Now listen, and I sball tell you my plans. I am known as a miser, in this section of the country, because I chose to remain a recluse, and refused to share my gains with the worldwith the world, understand you, which grasps everything in its way with a merciless Never did a hungry human leave my cabm, or a distressed one-yet they call me a miser, because I would not share with the rich-be cause I couldn't find it convenient to let a pack of igeedy relatives step into my shoes. I have a brother and his family, who are anxious to have me die, so that they can step into my shoes. They have even set spies to watch me, and see that I l eave my property to no one else but them. But those spies have relinquished the job, and I have yet life enough to outwit my eager relatives. Ayl I'll cut them off without a penny, for I hate them, even as they hate me." He paused for a moment as if racked by pain or passion. ''Until a few days ago, I bad a child to watch over me, but they came and took her away, supposing that my will would place her in pos session of my property, and as her guardian they could have the handling of it, and ulti mately swindle her out of it. But, we shall the m balked in their designs. Be seated, young man, and you, Cherub, bring the table nearer, with ink, pen, and paper-also the litee tin safe I keep in the r e d chest." While Edward Harris became seated, the Chinaman hastened to obey the old man's orders, and the table with the requisite articles wae soon drawn up close to the bedside. David Howell was then bolstered up with. pil lows to a sitting position, so that he could write, with the table as a desk. Before beginning operations, he drank deeply from a bottle he bad in the bed; then be seized the pen in a hand that trembled like an aspen. "Write he did, however, upon the paper, althoug h it was after a scrawling fashlon. Steadily, although death seemed to cast its hovering shadow over him; nor did be speak un ti1 be bad finished; his whole soul seemed to concentrate with the words that formed at the point of his pen upon the paper. When be bad made the last stroke, be laid the pen aside, and handed the paper to Ned Harris. "Read it aloud! I can better tell1 then, if it is as I desire," he said, sinking bacl!: exhausted, upon the pillow. Deadwood Dick did as directed, although be grew greatly surprised, as be read. The document read as follows, having appewl ed thereunto the date, and place:

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Deadwood Dick's Device. '' Being in sound and sane state of mind, and knowing tnat my death is but a matter of a few hours,_ I, David Howell, miner, of the town of Lead ville, i:state of Colorado, do make my last will and testament, and append my _iiignature in t he presence of witnesses, and m the presence of my God. To E hvard Harris, more widely known under the nick-name or nom de plume of Deadwood Dick, I do bequ eath the whole of my r eal estate and personal property as it stan s, unincumbered by debt or mortgagP said real estate being tract of land known as the Dead Pine Tract, containing fifteen acres, and the How e ll carbona..te mine, together with one cabin and one she d, and personal property embracing the con t ents of said mine shed ana cabin, such as tool s fix tures. furni t ure. etc. "To said Deadwood Dick, I do bequeath the guard ianship of my d!lughter. Stella Howell, who, at the time of this writing, is in the custody o f her uncle, Major M rton Howell, of Leadville, Col.; said DP.adwood Dick to nssume h e r protection and support until s'.Jc is of l e gal age, when, it there be a mutual a,,areem ent between them, they shall marry, and keep thA bequ est among them and their posterity. Jn case of no marriage the first c lause of my will to hold good, making Edward Harris, alias Deadwood Dick. my sole heir. 1 "To my relatives at large, Ileave one penny apieca, which my heir will hand to them, when he reads to them this will, and also my dying blessing, which I have no doubt they will appreciate. "Signed upon my death-bed. "D.AVID R. HOWELL. them from you, for then they would have yoo in their power, completely." "Never fear," De.ad.wood Dick r eplied, with a cool laugh. I can fight them to the death, for having died once and returned, Phenix like, to life, I don't calculate that death ought to have so many terrors to me, as it once did.J' "How did you escape?" "That is a little secret I don't care to reveal. I was brought back to life by my dear friend, the Girl Sport, otherwise known as Calamity .Jane. She did a good job, and shall yet be re warded. Now, about this mine-have you any hands at work in it?" ''None. I discharged them all this morning, when I felt death coming over me. The China man, here, I give to you, with the assurance that you can place implicit trust in him. Mose Mobray, yonder, has been merely a worker for me, to cook my mess, since my Stella was abducted." They shall remain upon the Tract, if I find them faithful," Deadwood Dick assured. The storm now burst forth with redoubled furi, and the new heir to the Howell mine sent Cherub to take his horse in under the shelter ot the shed by the shaft-mouth .As the storm waged wild. the dying miner seemed to grow proportionatel:y wild and rest less, groaning aloud, and sometrmPs shrieking in "Witnessed by J Enw.ARD fl.ARRIS, agony, either caused by pain or a tortured l Mos.& MOBRAY." conscience. Ned Harris and the minerat the stove append-The man Mobray administered such medicines ed their signatures, and the last will and testa:as were at hand, but they seemed to have little ment of the owner of Dead Pine Tract was or no effect. made. To Deadwood Dick this was a new epoch in It's as it should be," the dying man said, his strangely eventful life, and he could but when the last stroke of the pen had been made. wonder how the venture or adventure was go"It places the property forever out of the reach ing to end. of my designing brother, who has been figuring His mind reverted to the strange vailed wo for it the best he knew how." 1 man who had summoned him to this dying "True!" Deadwood Dick said, "but you are man's side and he wondered how she was con placing your property and the life of your child nected witb the future, for he felt that she was in the hands of a man you know little about, destined to appear again, either as friend or just to spite your own kindred. Is this not very foe. eccentric?" The tornado finally spent its force, and the Perhaps so, young man, but it is my will. If wind went down, while the sun burst forth over you are the original Deadwood Dick I have no a scene of havoc and desolation, caused by the fears for my Star, or for my wealtl., for often storm-trees torn down or uprooted, have I heard of Deadwood Dick as a man, who, unroofed, and paneless, and a profusion of debris bough a road-agent, was a man of honor and hurled everywhere. integrity. Besides, you are the one man to hold The sun also shone in the window of the cabin your own, h ere on :bead Pine Tract, for blood on Dead Pine Tract, and lighted the path of will be spilled ere the dispute for the ownership David Howell from one world to another, f&-: will end. Mark you, you will have to play a as the storm abated, he sunk rapidly, ana stron17 hand or they will oust yon. They will hreathed his last in a few minutes after the sun fight 1ike devils fo1i the mine, and if you would light came to beckon him. keep it, the name of Deadwood Dick must again ring abroad, a synonym of terror." .A quiet smile stole around the lips of the great ex-road-agent. "Let them come!" he said, coolly. "You have made m e legally your heir, and I shall lwld the mine as you have directed. Your daughter shall be treated with marked care and respect, and you need ha.ve nofearthatshewillcometowant, while in my care. Is that all you have to say?'' "Nearly. The tin safe the recontains the corder's deed of the claim, which you may need to fight with! Beware that th!!Y do not l!lt.eal CH.APTER II DEADWOOD DICK STANDS HIS GROUND. .AFTER arranging with the miner, Mose Mo bray, to see that the dead man was decently interred, Deadwood Dick mounted his horse and rode away toward Leadville. His first motive was to ride to the house of Major Howell, and acquaint him with the state of affairs. Donning a heavy false mustache and goat.ea before enter ing the town he rode in by the main st-wt fear lessly. Handsome, dashing, dauntless he lookedz as he sat his saddle with the best of grace a.no

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Deadwood Dick' s Device. ease-a thoroughbred knight of the road, such as he had been in the past. But Deadwood Dick had been lynched, and the throbbing, surging mass of humanity he encountered merelr gazed upon him as an or dinary pilgrim,' not dreaming that he had passed through the jaws of death and was bac k among the m a free man. For no one .now could dispute that he had paid the full Pfilnalty of the law. The Howells were a leading family, both financially and socially -for Leadville mind you, has its social world as well as its Eastern sister cities formed out of that class whom fortune bas smiled upon And surrounded by a great superfluity o f style, pomp and spl endor, they set the mselves up as the superior c lass," ye gods! It was among these aristocratic circles that the Howe ll family moved, and being possessed of consid erable style power, influ ence and cash, they were looked up to as one of the first families" in Leadville, and h eld the mselv e s austerely aloof from the commone r citizens and their families ; to suc h = extent, it may b e said, that they had but few friends nnd many foes, who made fun o f the m from the street corners as the y p a ssed by. Upon one of the most aristocratic streets the y lived in a modern mansio n n ewly completed, and furnished throug h outwiththegreatesttaste and elegan c e. Deaciwood Di c k found the plac e by a little in quiry, and dismounting, h e fastened Spot, and ascending the polished steps, rung the bell An ebony so n of Africa soon appeared. Here is my card." D e ad wood Dick said, ten d ering a card. li'lease hand it to your master, sir. The negro skurried .Jiastily away, leaving Dic k standing upon the He soo n returne d howe v e r, his fac e n eariy disjomtei) by a huge grin. "De massa says as J!s e totell you at b o rn e the f e ll o w stammered. The n you go tell him h e ls a liar 1>.1 D t. q,dwood Dic k orde r edJ "and that !'ve lmportant bus i nes s If b e a o n t grant m e an interview, I'll waltz in the r e and tumble him out of doors head-forem ost. The darky disappeared a gain, but whe n he returne d b e u s h ered D eadwood Dick into a l o n g elabQratelyfre&coe d hall and up a stairc a se which wa s carpeted with velv e t. Upon the fir s t floo r front, in an apartment fit for a prince was the r eception parlor and offic e combined, of the s peculator. Into this Ned H ar ris was ushe r e d, and likewise into the presen ce o f Major Howell. He wasaportly individual, with a florid coun tenance, s teel -gray eye s and flax e n hair, and mustache-a man who looked as if fast living and dissipation had been his worstenemi$!9. He was clad in a !uit of blue broadcloth, and wore a liberal display of jewelry. He arose from his easy-chair with a cold bow, as Harris entered, and motioned him toward a seat. "Be seated, sir, if you have business with me," he said, crustily, "and be so kind as to state t h e nature o f your errand, at o n ce." "Yours truly I" D eadwood D ic k replied, care lessly, as he accepted t h e seat, and took out a cigar-case Smoke'!'' No, t hank you I ci. not use tobacco. " Don't smoke? Well, you're just like me-I do. Sometimes I enjoy a good cigar, but tastes dif fer, I n o tice Yob are the Honorable Major Howe ll, I presume?" Exactly so, sir." '' Then you are the man I want to see I came to bring you sad n ews-news which, if you are possessed of a sensitiv e nature, must wring your h eart with grief." You probably intend to h eral d the death of my brother? Major Howell interrogated, eap, erly. I do. He expired not an hour since." The n, I am much oblig e d to you for your interest in informing me. known for several days past that he must die, I am not shocked." "I observe notz" Deadwood Dick r e pli e d, contemptuously. You will perhaps b e more shocked, however, whe n you hear the contents o f David Howell' s will." "What! what i s this you say? He did l eave a will behind? the speculator gasped, with a start. -"He did, most assuredly. I was summoned to Dead Pine Tract, and saw him draw, sign and witne ss the d ocument." The major sprung to bis fe e t e xcitedly, and paced to and fro across the soft carpet. To whom did he l eave the mine?" h e finally demanded, pausing in front of D eadwood Dick, with frownmg mie n. T e ll me-did he leave it to his daughter Stella? "Be seated, and you shall b ear, Harris said, taking the docum ent from bis pocket and unfolding it. Here is a correct copy of the will." And then in a clear, distinct tone, b e read the testament of the miner, word for word, until he had arrived at the e nd. Then he looked up, to behold Majo r Howell upon his feet, livid with pass i o n, and his bands opening and shutting like the claws of some infuriated beast. You-You the h eir of David property? he said, in a hissing tone ; you? 'Tis false curse you-'tis false I That will i s a for gery-a damnable plot of yours to c h eat me out of the mine! "Begging thy pardon, all the same you &re mistaken," Deadwood Dic k said, cooll y. The property was l egally and lawfully will e d tO m e and I am bound to k ee p it. Also, the girl Stella." You shall not have h er. She is in my pos session, and hang me if I don't keep her. While as to you and the mine I'll soon fir e you out aud the.mine will bemine 'l'hat I swear to by all I hold sacred!" "I'm afraid we shall have to argue that case, and if so, it will be at the point of knife and P.istol!" Deadwood Dick said, significantly 'You probably have beard of Deadwood Dick, and when I tell you that I am h e you will p l ease do yoursel f the Justice to remember that I am a bad man to foo l around. "You lie you a r e not Dead wood Dick. He I

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8 Dea.dwood Dick's Device. was lynched, in town, here, but a short time ago." True, but like the Phenix he has risen from his ashes, and now standslbefore you !" Then, by Heaven, you shall go back to the scaffold, and hang again!" the .major cried, savagely. "I'll see that the noose fits tighter this time." "You will do nothin, of the kind," Dick re plied, with sudden fierJeness. You will calm ly think the matter over, and conclude that it is best not to arouse my enmity toward you!" "Bahl a ftg for you or your enmity, Sir Road agent. I have the power to have you taken and strung up at any minute, and you'll find it out directly too. As to my niece, I shall appoint myself her guardian until she is of age, or marries. Now, sir leave my house, or. by the Great Eternal, I'll have you forcibly ejected, in a manner none too gentle." "Then I'll save you that trouele," Dick said1 rising with a cool laugh. "I have no desire or remaining where my presence is so undesirable. Look out for me, however. If you intend to fight with me for the Dead Pine Tract, yon will havE> not only me to fight but a host of men as firm and true as steel. Adieu, Sir Major!" And turning on his heel with a haughty bow, the ex-road-agent quitted the r oom Major Howell followed him until he saw him leave the house; then he returned to his room, cursing furiously. "Ten thousa:id furies seize that fellow! He is my enemy, henceforth, and one I need have cai;.se to fear, for h e never leaves a wrong unavenged, nor a fanc ied insult unpunished. Curse 'imt curse th-e brother of mine, who made that will! But 1t must not be so-it shall not be so; the Howell mine shall belong to me, and that before many days. I will wait until Alfred comes, and he may have some plan to offer. The mine is one of the richest in all Leadville, and there is room enough to put down several more shafts on the same property. For that reason, the bequest of David Howell is mi:.J.e and clearl;r mad was he, in willing the tract away from his own relatives to a total stranger, and that man the notorious Deadwood Dick." and his neighbor kep an eye vut for the ex road-agent, while hands were ready to give .tlm the second h 'ist suggested by L0a.d ville's flourishing representative newspaper, the News. The sentiments of public and paper seemed identical. That evening saw a large crowd assembled at the Coliseum, which is, or was then, the principal theater of the town, and the only one giving a decent variety performance. Business for several weeks previous had been falling off, but the new announcements for the weekbsuch as the Fontainbleau Children, Miss Coral e Vere, Fanny Farron, and a few others, served to pack the rude little theater. rhe crowd was largely composed of men, although a few miners had brought their fam ilies along, to witness the sport, seeing no harm in it-there being none in reality, except for the fact that the patrons were generally a rough, lawless set, and thatliquor was served among the audience. The performanCb JVas made up of several negro farces, the Fontainbleaus in pantomimes and dances, Coral De Vere in athletic feats, and Miss Fanny Farron, the star of tbe evening, in fancy pistol-practice, and later, in serio comic songsi after which the stock company ap peared a b ood-curdlinu drama, the hero of which was billed as wilacat Jack. To Fanny Farron, however was bestowed the lion's share of the applause by the rough audi ence, for being an adept in the art of pistol practice, she easily won her way into their rude but strangely enthusiastic admiration. She was in one sense a beautiful woman. But nineteen or twenty years had passed over her head; she was spirited and rosy: her form was an admirable embodiment of elegant woman hood and perfect grace of movement, while her face was of nature's happiest mold, the features all pleasing and gifted with sweetness of expres sion, that in turn shone from her dusky blue eye11. Her complexion was light, and a wealth of hair of corresponding color fell in a flossy wave over her plump shoulders. Taken at a glance she was a charming and beautiful creature-at least, she so appeared, aa viewed from the auditorium of the theater. During her pistol-practice the man, Wildcat The following morning the Leadville News Jack, who wa.5 to1 act in drama, served her in contained an article something as follows, which the capacity of assistant, and he seemed to mark 'IJf course threw the town into a commotion of the triumphs with an envious gurprise and profound wonderment. He was a dark, swarthy-looking fellow, with This is what it said: a brigandish mustache, and the general air of a "DEADWOOD DICK AGAIN. lawless character, which he was to impersonate "Those who witnessed the execution of this notin the drama. But he was after the type of his able criminal, will no doubt be astonished to learn audience, and was of course admired-by them. that he is still alive, and was In town last evening, a Back of the pit, in the auditorium, was an elefree man, for, having b e en hanged bv the neck once. vated platform, on a l evel with the stage, or until pronounced dP.ad, there is no law that can higher, where a bar was k ept, and where late to11ch him for past o1Tenses. How he eve r came to comers who could not find seats, were permitted Hfe 18 a mvster v nobody can solve, unless he was to Rtanr!. resuscitated by t'>e female, known as T ht 't 'ed b 1 1 Calamity Jane. Our new sheriff Lie!ltenant France. o-rug I was occup1 Y sev.era oungers, has be e n meditating upon a plan of arresting Sir prominent among whom w ere several who are Dick, but has not ar1ived at a definite c onclusion. to play parts in this romance of the King City It Is to be hop d, however. that the peool e will take of the Colorado. the law into their own hands, and give the notorious Ca.Iamity Jane stoodJean!n"' against a pillar Richard another boost I" """'-t supported ihe the ver TDe resuro or mJ.s piece or mrormation was to [ rormance with inditl'erent U:terest. set the town literally on "edge," and everyma.n Old Avalanche stood near by, -and another

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Deadwood Dick's Device. personage, who was none other than Deadwood Dick, was seated near the edge of the platform, smoking a cigar. The stormy applause which had followed the conclusion of Fanny Farron's pistol-practic e had not yet died out when a pistol-shot rung through the theater, and the bullet cut away the feather plume that ornamented the ex-road ageDt's hat. At the same time a half-dozen men sprung from their seats in the auditorium, and made a rush toward the spot where D eadwood Dick bad now gained his feet, a cocked revolver in either hand. "Hurrah I fifty dollars to the man who captures the outlaw, Deadwood Dick I Yonder he stands, my hearties. Take him!" cried a voice and the new sheriff, Lieutenant France, leap;;d to the front. Halt I stand back there I If you come a step further, I'll fill you so full of cold lead that you won't be able to swim for a month. Stand back, you cowardly dogs, if you don't want to bite the dust!" It was CaJamit;v Jane who gave the last command, in a ringmg voi.:e, and a leap brought her beside Ned Harris, who coolly stood his ground. The tools of the sheriff hesitated. Enough of the prowess of the Girl Sport had they seen, since her coming to Leadvill e to be lieve that she would shoot, did they disobey; and then, Deadwood Dick stood ready for the battle, with Old Avalanche on his l e ft, thus forming a dangerous trio. The whole audience bad arisen to their feet, and knives and revolvers w ere promiscuously displayed, while a silen c e, almost painfully in tense seemed for a moment to reign. Surrender!" Sheriff France said, sternly. "'Tis no use for you to resist, Sir Outlaw!" "I will not surrender!" Deadwood Dick re plied, coolly. Neither am I an outlaw. By banging, I expiated my crimes, and having been brought back to life, I am lawfully a free man!" The hanging was but a farce and you've got to swing again!" France shouted, angrily. "At him, boys! He's your game, if you have a mind to take bim !" "Halt!" Deadwood Dick cried again, sharply, and the men obeyed his command. If you come a step further, you come at your peril. As a free man, I have a right to protect myself. If you make a move to lay a hand on me, your life shall pay the forfeit, and the crime will rest upon your own heads. Three we are, to be sure, but you will learn that self-defenders can shoot as straight and true as the pangs of death." "Bet yer boots on that!" Calamity added, a sparkle of enthusiam in her eyes. Thar'll many a pilgrim kiss terra firma, before Dead wood Dick again stretches hemp!" Great ham-bone, yes. Kerwhoop Come on, ye infernal galoots, ef ye want to snag yer selves ag'in' a consarned cyclone-a ragin' bullstorm o boreal annihilation, imported right down from the northern lattytudes and longy toads! Come on, I tell ye, ef ye want ter find ther straight and undeviatin' trail ter Brimstun Lake I We're ther b'r.es an' gal as kin steer yer cumpuss, ballasted w:i' lead purgatory pellet!;!" But the gang hesitated; certain death stared him in the face ww made the initiatory step; consequently none there were eager to c ourt the grim King of Terrors. Thus the situation was, when the curtain suddenly rung up, and Fanny Farron stepped forward to the footlights, clad in a dashing costume, the skirt being short, and the arms bare, but richly bejeweled. The orchestra struck up and played the accompaniments to a popular son$": then the voice of a star burst forth in a fas cmating song, the words and the music being singularly sweet and entrancing. One by one the crowd turned and resumed their seats, until but a half a dozen composed the tableau upon the aui:Ltorum. By the magic influence of her voice and her wondrous presence, the songstress had won over the crowd l Only the few remained, and seeing that they took no notice of her, the young woman made a motion to the orchestra and they struck up a piece of jig music. Then, seizing a ro:ee that was tossed to her she began the skippmg-rope dance, her small feet playing in perfect time with the music. This was the act that moved the rough audience to a wild tumult of clamorous applause, which continued so long as the little foot-like fairy continued to dance. Even Sheriff and his men were forced / to turn and admire and applaud! And during this juncture Calamity Jane touched Deadwood Dick upon the arm. "N ow's yer time I" she whispered. There's a door behind rou; be .ck out!" "Never!" Dick replied. This thing may well be settled here as anywhere else, and I'm going to see it out if it costs IIIY life." CHAPTER lIL THE BATTLE-DEADWOOD DICK'S WARNING. "THEN I'm with you to the death!" Calamity said, sternly. But don't put too much confi dence in that woman1 _yonder She is a viper a she-devil, gifted with a pleasant face and at tractive form. Look out for her!" What do you know about h e r1" Deadwood Dick dema nded, in a low, surprised tone. ''When did you ever know her! "Never at all, but I am not a student of human nature for nothing. Marl.: my words, she is a fraud." The fairy of the footlights now ceased her dancing amid a tremendous tumult of applause, but instead of retiring, she advanced to the foot lights. "My audience!" she said, in a clear, ringing voice, that had in it a subtle power of attraction1 "I thank yeu kindly for your appreciation, ana I feel that I have already warmed your rough, rude natures toward me. This is just wlrat I want. I want you all to be my friends, and to all come here and hear me sing. But, there is one thing I must ask of you-that ;vou will lay no hand ot harm upon Deadwood Dick. It you do I have sung for you the last time." Then she turned and tripped behind the scenes,

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Deadwood Dick's Device. while.the crowds in the auditorium hooted and apolauded until grown hoarse. 11 Death to Deadwood Dick!" shouted Sheriff France at the top of his voice. A hundred dollars to the man that captures the road-agent, dead or alive." This offer put a new aspect on affairs. A score of men sprung toward the platform, with drawn revolvers. Surrender I" ordered France. 'Tis useless to resist I" "No, 'tis not usele ss!" Deadwood Dic k cried. "If you take me at all, it shall be dead-never alive!" And raising a cocked revolver in either hand, he shot down two of the foremost men quicker than a flash. The n, in co n cert with Calamity Jane and Old Avalanche, he poured in a deadly fire every bullet counting a death-yell. The theater was a pandemonium of wild, strange sound(; on every hand the deadly report of revolvers, while a panic-stricken crowd struggled frantically to find egress from the building. Bullets flew like scattered hail; wild yells and screams of victory or agony played a weird accompaniment to the revolver's crack. One by one the lamps were fanned out by the flying bullets, until darkness r eigned complete within the theater. But upon the platform Deadwood Dick still stood his ground, while Calamity Jane and Old Avalanche w ere at his side, fighting determinedly, knowing that life and death depended upon the issue. Below the platform the howling mob still surcred, firing constantly, but not often coming wit'fifu a foot of either of the defending trio. Yet so great were their numbers that they-were inevitably bound to wipe out the brave defenders, unless help reache d them. Dead wood Dick realized this, but he wn.s bound not to surrender alive. "Back I back, you dogs, or every galoot's life shall answer \for this fight!" he crie d, in a ringing voice. At this juncture Fanny Farron and a halfdozen men reached the pla tform, by way of a side hall way from the stage, and j oi ned their forces with Deadwood Dick and his crowd, their weapons but adding to the horrible din. The effect" of the r einfo rcement was visibly felt by the attacking mob, for they flinched, and finally broke in wild confusion, each man stru ggling to force his way out of the theater. The result was that the whole audience were soon fightin
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Deadwood Dick' s Device. 8 are a coward, Jacques Frouch-a coward, and I despise you. Why did you leavewhenl want.ed you t.o ia.ke part in the fight?" The man his shoulders, significantly, and forced a sinister smile. "It is my policy, ma'm'selle, to let every man fight hill own battles. I find it ze best, all around." "Bahl If I had your cowardly nature, wo man though I am, I'd poison myself!" Miss Farron assured, contemptuously, as she entered the h otel. Frouch followed h e r up to the parlors. "I hope ze ma'am'selle will forgive me!" he saidJ apologetically. "I didn't like to fight ze roaa-agent, for b e looked like a bad man." "Pshaw! lay aside your mongre l French l You know I d esp ise it," the actress said, impa tiently. '' Why did you come here to t.orment me, Jacques Frouch? You know I dislike to be annoyed by your prese n ce. Y o u had much better loo stud) fog over and perfecting your dizzy drama." "Hang the drama!" the actor growled, changing fro m his Fre n c h accent to the pure .Am erican tongue. It pleases the ruffianly element we cater to, and that is suffic i ent. I com e again t.o wait uron you for an.answer-" "Stop! Fanny Farron cried, suddenly stamping h e r foot, her eyes blazing. I will hear no more of your proposals of marriage. I have a.J-1ready r efus e d you a score of times, and let this .be for the last time." "No, not for the last time. You will yet your opinion, and render a decision in ,my favor!" the Frenchman said, coolly. "You fove me now, if you would only own the truth!" I do not love you," the actress cried, vehe m ently "I shall hate you if you continue your annoying proposals. .At every stand you bave dogged my footsteps for the last year. 'What satisfaction can you d erive out of constant refusal?'' "The satisfaction of knowing that I will eventually win," Frouch replied. "Then l e t m e tell you that disappointment will be the crowning of your hope s Were I ten time.s to m arry, it would not be you." "Perhaps you wc>uld choose that gay roadagent devil, to 'l"hom you did the whole of your acting this evening?" "You couldn't have guessed closer!" was the cool answer. 'He is Lhe very man I am going to marry, if I have to spend a whole season in Leadville in order to do it. He is a man-the one man in a hundred whose glance has the powe r to stir my heart or set my pulses bounding. To him I hav e already given my heart, and he not long be ignorant of the fact." W e shall see him marry you-in your mind!" the Fre nchman muttered, with a villainous chuckle, as h e turned and l of t the room. On the following morning the news of the fight in the variety theater was fully ventilated by the Leadville N ews, which was the principal organ against Deadwood Di c k. .A column of description of the affray wound up with an offer of two hundred dollars reward for the arrest or capture of the famous Prince of the Road. But this time there we1-e two sides to the case, for upon every approach to the towr. a notice was posted as f ollows: ''FAIR WARNING. Wherea s : Having recently expiated my crime s by being duly hanged, in Leadville, and having been restored to life afte r having been p r ono u nced dead and tbereby rendered a free man by the law o r la ws of the United States of America: and-" Wher.i 1s: As a free and lawful and lawabiding citizen, I was mt upon and attacked by the people. in the Coliseum on the evenicg of the 6th inst for the purpose of again being bung, contrary to the law and its mandates: "R solv ea: That I issue a proclamation, claimi r g for myself entire i nnocence in causing t he aforernid riot, and charging the loss of life upon the people, and" R e solv e d: That, as the people refuse to rec e ive me back as a citizen among them, pr e ferring to raise their band in war agailist me unto the deatb 'RtBolVJ: Finally, that I shall meet them as the y have met me-that it shall te a bitter, bloody war to the knife until the y shall cry enough' or the name of D e ad'l"ood Dick shall have become a thing of the past-a memento of a reign of terror that a v e ngeful populace brought upon their own beads. Every man, woman or child who shall raise or shall have raised a hand of hostility against me, shall die, and ye all.Shall know bow and whykby the sign of the Double Cross, which shall mar their bodi es "Beware I for such Is the warning I give to all L e t me alone and l '11 let you alone. Tickle me, and I'll tic kle you! "DEA.Dwooo Dust" Major Howell read this notice, as he was riding ou1 of town upon his horse, toward the Dead Pine Tract. Curse the luck! I dare not venture there alone, now, les t the young ruffian attac k me. H e is to be feared, evidently, if that row at the Coliseum is any illustration. Instead of going to the Tract, I will hunt up .Alf, and we will see what we can do." Riding back into town, he hitched his horse to a post on Chestnut street, and proceeded tomake a tour of the saloons and gaming d ens,i for it was in one of these that he expected to nnd his son. .And in passing along the street, he caught a glimpse of Fanny Farron, standing in the door of a dry-goods store. With a start of surprise the speculator halfstopped, to gaze at her a moment, his face flu s h ing strangely. But, as she paid no attention to him, h e finally continued his walk, his face still wearing a puz zl e d expression. "I could have sworn that it was s h e, at the first glance!" he muttered, hoarsely, "but I am probably mistaken. H e r face i s the same, nearly-curse me! why should I not know, for But know he evidently did not, for a frown rest.ed upon his face as he hmried on, from saloon to saloon. Mr .Alfred Howell was not to be found, so easily, it seemed He was a scapegoat of a fellow, with little or no honor, or pride, and an inordinate passion for gambliug and strong drink. .A bitter disappoin tment was he to his mother and sisterst while the major got along the best with him o t any of the family. In the Casi n o, h e was a t last found, engaged

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10 Deadwood Dick' s D e vice. at a game of poker with a Chinaman; but he paid the wager, and threw up the game at a beckou from the major, and the two retired to a private stall, where they could talk unobserved and unheard. An odd-looking individual this son of the speculator was-so odd as to attract notice, in any crowd. He was short and fat, with stumpy legs that had a tendency to bow; a capacious stomach, and a face th'lt was so fat and swarthy as t<> be repulsive. Black eyes, hair, and mustache gave him the additional appearance of a first-class desperado, to say nothing of a greasy buckskin costume, and extraordina:r, broad-brimmed hat, and an infant battery of weapons in his belt. He was the superintendent of several of the Freyer Hill mines, ove r which the major exercised control, and was generally known and feared as a lawl ess character. When seated, Major Howell rapped for the drinks1 by way of getting on the right side of his dutifUl son, by his first wife. You've heard about the fight at the variety theater1" he interrogated. "The devil! yes. I was in that row, l y got my brains b l owed out!" "How did Deadwood Dick escape?" "You can't prove it by me. R eckon he bed help, frum ther stage." I would give a thousand dollars if some one had killed him. As it stands h9 has possession of the Dead Pine Tract, and we cannot ea..oily dislodge him, short of an army I" "No?" "Of co urse not. Have you not seen the post ers he has up, on the outskirts of town!" "Yes. What of them?" Well, do not they go to show that he means business?" "Probably. But he shall not possess Dead Pine Tract, l ong I've seen Beautiful Bill, and sever al other toughs, and I allow "Oe can soon get enough together to take the Tract!" "Have you sent a spy to keep watch of mat ters about the mine?" Yes. I sent Y uba Sam. He will report as soon as anything of importance occurs!" One thing more I wanted to ask you about. Have you seen a female in town who resem bles-?" and here the major l owered his tone to a whisper, and uttered a name. Alf Howell laughed. "Why, yes. That's the singer at the Coliseum -Fanny Farron, she calls herself." Wliat do you think about h e r? Do you not believe she might be the party I mentioned?'' "Pshaw! no. She's gone to the dogs, long ago. This girl is not the same." I wish I had proof of it." "Pshaw! Take my word for it, she's a thousand leagues from h ere the son persisted. "Has Deadwood Dick yet communicated with Stella?" "Not to my knowledge. I Mrs. Howell to keep her indoors until we can dispose of this road-agent!" That's right. If she but gets a glimpse of D eadwood Dick's my goose is cooked fur getting her for mysel f." P e rhaps you won't care about marrying her if she does not get her c laim on the Dead Tract, eh!" "Perhaps not!" the gambler chuckled, villain ously. "' My game's to play where I win the most. Hello! what's that?'' Two men had entered t h e Casino1 bearing be tween them the body of a third individual, who was evidently dead "By Heaven!" Alf Howell cried, springing to his foot; "it's Y uba Sam, whom I sent to Dead Pine Tract!" Yes, and he's got the sign o' the Do u b l e Cross plum ur,on his forehe&d I" added ohe o f the bearers. We found him a-lyin' on the trail, back beer a piece, wi' a bullet-hole thr'u' his buzzom." It was even so. Yuba Sam had died of a bullet-wound through the region of his heart, and upon his fore head was slashed with a keen-bladed knife two bloody crosses. Deadwood Dick had opened his campaign ot' terror! CHAPTER I V. DONE IN DARKNESS-THE SPORT VS. BEAUTIFUL BILL. NIGHT'S grim shadows again settled down over Leadville. The heavens were ove rcast with skurrying clouds, and darkness reigned supreme, in the absence of the moon. Few people were to be seen abroad, except in the heart of the town, for, terrified at the threat of Deadwood Dick, they preferred re maining indoors, rather than running the r isk of the deadly vengeance of the famous Prince of the Road. That Deadwood Dick was abroad at night none could doubt, for the night was known to be the time of his numerous depredations-a time best suited to his wild, dark nature. And he was abroad, too. Down from the North he galloped at the fore of a motley gaug of masked men, who were thoroughly equipped as to weapons and horses and were finished equestrians. Down to the edge of the town they rode, and then drew rein at the-wave of the hand o f the young chief. "Remain here+" he said, dismounting, "and k eep my horse. 1 will go on foot. If you hear three pistolshots in succession, let loose my horse and follow him. He will bring you to me!" "All right, chief. I t shall be at your wish I'' responded one who was evidently a lieutenant of Deadwood Diok's newly organized band. In case we are attacked, shall we stand our ground and fight, chief?" "Ayl fight as you never fought bs>.iore-fight to the bitter death!" Deadwood Dic k replied, fierce ly, and then he turned and strode away_ toward t h e town. Eutering through a sparsely settled street he hurr ied along, a heavy cloak thrown around his should e rs, and the mask removed tempo rarily from his face so as not to attract suspi cion, sho ul d he encounter any one abroad. Hurrying a l ong, h e soon entered another whic h was the one o n whlch stood the Howeu m ansio n.

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Deadwood Dick's Device. 11 .And this evidently was his destination, for he paused before it, and looked up and down the street. No one was in sight upon the highway, and the lights were all out in the dwellings in the i.mmelliate vicinity. The Howell mansion looked as somber as Lhough death inst.ead of nocturnal repose reigned inside. This is the place, and the business lies before me, although it is a ticklish piece to handle l" Deadwood Dick muttered. The first important step is to gain access to the house, and the second is to find my new ward, without raising a racket." Evidently resolved upon making the attempt, he ascended the steps and gently tried the door, but found it locked. This was no surprise, for the far Western people are in favor of locked doors, which is the safest plan to adopt. Selecting from among a bunch of keys, several, he tried them, one after the other, and the last one was the one to turn the lock. "So far so good!" he muttered, with a satis fied expression. I should feel like a thief of the night to enter any man's house, thus, but I am now only in quest of that which was intrust ed to my care and protection." Remo-ving his boots, he took them in his hand, and OJ?Elning the door, he softly entered, and closed itJ>ehind him. All was dark as Stygia, but remembering from his previous visit, the l<>Cation of the 1 5tairs, he soon found them, and paused upon the steps to make his arrangements. Before him he had a rather delicate job that of finding Stell'.!. without alarming her, and getting her away from the mansion. It re quired all the stealth and caution of his nature to perform the act, .v:ithout &rousing the house. Tying the boots to his back, he drew from beneath his cloak a dark-lantern and a revolver. With these in hand, ready for use, he stole softlyup the stairs, finally arriving upon the landing without having created so much noise as a cat. Here there was a diversion of hallwa;rs, in several directions, and he knew not which to take to bring him to the sleeping apartment of Stella. After some deliberation he finally concluded to pay each room a visitt and chloroform the inmates if necessary, for he had fetched along plenty of the liquid drug for that purpose. Stealini; along, he soon came to the door of a room which he rightly conjectured was the bedchamber of the major and his wife, for loud snores came from the interior. Gently trying the door, he found that it was unlocked. He glided into the room, and to the bedside. A sponge saturated with chloroform, and held over the noses of the sleepers, had the effect to put them into a state of quietudp from which there c ould be no immediate wakenin{?:. "They're disposed of, and now I wonder if I hadn't better leave them a visiting caf
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Deadwood Dick's Device. place whatever confidence you may put in me!" Deadwood Dick replied. They softly descen ded to the street, and hurried away through the night, which was dark and foggy. Nor did they pause until they came to where a line of grim masked horsemen were waiting. Then it was tlu;;:t Stella Howell gave a start of alarm. "Be not afraid, lady," D ean wood Dick said, to quiet her apprehensions. These are my men, and they will offer you no harm." "Your m e n, sir? I do not understand, quite," Stella replied I will explain more as soon as we reach camp. Please mount my horse behind me. Falconer, will you be kind enough to assist her!" The lieutenant bowed, and tendered the re quisite assistance, after which the cavalcade galloped away. A way to the Dead Pine Tract, and to the cabin which once was that of David Howell but now belonged to the outlawed Deadwood Dick. A great change had already been made upon the Tract since the reign of its new owner. The cabin had been enlargerl to a building of several r ooms, thereby supplying quarters for the band, and several cabins were going up near tiy. An engine house was b eing constructed near the mouth of the mine to furnish shelter for new machint>ry that was to t ake the place of the hors e-powerforhoisting, which hadprevi omly been empl oyed To the cabin the cavalcade r ode and then dismounte d, D ea dwood Dick conducting Stella to a suit of rooms which he had had furnished especially for her a ccommodatio n. Here he left her, with a few instructions, md then de scending to the ground h e gave some additional instructio n s to his men, after which he mounted his thoroughbred steed again, and dashed away into the black starless night, as wild and weird as the night itself in t)lose lon ely mountain regions. A bald->teaded spider, Wal kin' wid a crutch, G'wine ter get a-home, bymeby ; Old K!>iser 's bull purp, He war Dutch, G'wine ter 11;et a h ome, bymeby. A thre e -legg e d 'possum, Settin' on a bench. G 'wia ter get a home, bymeby. He fell in lull Wid a nigger wench, G'wine te i get a-home, bym e by. 'An' it's g'wine ter get G'wine ter get ahome Whoopv Kerwhoop three c h eers fer Royal American Star Jang led Spanner! Three howls fer ther P e t Elephant o' ther Leadville trailther man thet never told a lie I Beautiful Bill forever." And straight down throu!\'h Chestnut street prane<>d the famous Leadville giant, Beautiful Bill on a tear, such as he seldom ever had ex perienced before Ful l up to the neck was the giant, with bad whisky, whose assimilation within his capacious stomach was beginning to tell on him, in morn than one way. His eyes were bloodshot, and his face was red and of the most brutal expression, while his legs were growing more unsteady each moment. In either hand he grasped a cocked navy re volver, which he flourished around in a manner that was unpleasant to behold. And there was co n sequently a general dodgil'lg among the crowd that swarmed in the streets, for none were there who to become a target for the ruffian's bullets, half-craze d with drink though he was. Still, they followed and watched him with a. sort of curiosity, for well they knew that the giant was searching game, and that a row and a. fight would be the result. And perhaps no town of its size in the whole West can pan out" so big a crowd on so short a notice to witness a street brawl as the famed City of Leadville. "Wahoo! wahool" the giant bellowed, cutting a and then turning a clumsy hand-sprmg in the middle of the street. Hayr I am, ye durne d galoots, ther Original P e t Ele phant, right fres h frum ther flock-ther hatless, bootless Apoll e r uv ther Colorados! Here I am, ther great model o' beauty-a conqueror-a king among fools Hist!" and the ruffian crouched low and peered around him-" hist! I say. Wharfrom came thet zephyr that sed sum ongainly galoot was sp'ilin' fer a tight-war ac. tooly dyin' becau:;:e he couldn't get a feller uv my social status ter m easure muscle wi' him1 Fur luv or money! thet's fair, now. Sum pil grim who wants ter fight me fer luv or money, jest step forth-waltz right out heer, and try ter flumigate ther great Apollo o' 1lher Co l ondos -ther P et Elephantum o' ther Leadville trail. Beautiful Bill am I-a solid man, whose bank account ar' good fer half a millyun, any day. A king o' this benighted r eg i on, am I, and yet despite my gold, my honors an' my gra.y hrurs I can't up a decent r espectab l e dog-fight wil no pilgrrm. It's a shame-a cavortin' outrageous shame. Fer Lord's sake, sum o' you chicken livered honey-combs cum out heer an' gouge one o' my eyes out-ram yer fist down my throatspit terbaccy-juice in my off ear, or do sumthin' ter r elieve ther monotony o' ther situation, or I shall spile fer want o' amusement or exercise. Bet five-ten-fifty-a hundred thousand do llars I can polish ther proboscis uv ary galoot like a meersham, in two wiggles uv a mule's tail in fly time!" Strong was the temptive argument offered by the bullwhacker, but none were there among the crowd to bite at bait. A terror was he to the town, this ruffiauly character, and all were afraid of him, for he was a r eckless cutthroat of the most brutal species, a .nd had been known to kill half a dozen men in a single brawl, and come out unhurt. "', Poor encouragement was this for an ordinary mortal to battle with him. And the giant knew that h e was universally fe a red, which made him doubly ugly and bother some. In the middle of the street he now stood, Ws hat gone and his feet bare, while his cotton shlrt was torn into shreds-ther e in the street be stood, glaring around, in search of some victim

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Deadwood Dick's Device. 13 upon whom to vent his desirn for a fight, for sp'ilin'" for a fight he truly seemed to be. Suddenly his eye gleamed with savage exultance, as he saw the little actress, Fabny Farron, quit a store on the right-hand side of the street and hurry along in the direction of the theater where she was to play. "Kerwhoopl lookee thar, will ye pilgrims an' feast yer optics on thet purty little piece ol caliker, a-goin' up the r street! Hain't she scrumptious though an' as purty as ary y ear pack-mhle on ther traiH Make way thar, while I chase ther gaudy butterfly, an' sip the1 hunny frum h e r lips. A kiss I'll have by all ther thunderin' catamounts, an' thar' s nary a galoot 'cept ther Pet Elephant as can have a bite out o' my cake mither. K erwhoop I hayr goes fer a gennywine feast frum the t leetle beehive!" And away pranced the ruffian in pursuit of the actress1 at the top of his speed, staggering from side to side like a rickety wagon, and all the while bellowing at the top of his voic e Pretty Fanny Farron saw in one terrified glance that she was pursued, and turned t