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irJ. North [1 Colli ^?i%XXIX Published by me » MARS HILL, N. cTsATURDAY. APRIL 23. 1955 Hiu. GO' toomerang The Visitor (Continued from Page 8) irafu ,es_hou/oE Crump ght. 3rk befoif ITiiTiiiiimiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiniiiiiiiimiiiiiiiiSim es—houf*"^^lir>s was proud of his of my sti^are. plenty of oats and ■S—houfssaddled with a lose cinch.” ht. Mr. Rawlins,” answered ROVE 1*^ hostler, 'yes, sir!’ ' j j ■k left the livery stable and j.ivv_iy oLaUAt aii'a BusinC^^^^*^ Gunsight’s gaudiest 3! vjuiisignt s gauaiest from PC glances down A half-hour later. Slick watched from the saloon door the last able- bodied man leave Gunsight. Only the old men, women, and children remained. With a smirk on his face. Slick left the saloon, walked to Gunsight’s bank, pulled his Colt and opened the door. The only per son in the bank was a meek old man who said that he was the president. In a matter of minutes. Slick had cleaned out the bank s safe. Then he went to the restaurant. tracks with its monotonous roar I re viewed my plans for the rest of the day. street no into u 'J'Jwn the ‘tth g«W ,nto town. Seeing 1 )°“*™“ching, he walked i.,... 1 e t tn and bought a beer. "That should be finding a wide-« I s,hed his claim with," .1 softly as he sat alone ^ ^V ^ ^ ^°*^templating his beer. ;n, but,^ ^ * ' were y ^ims was a tall, angular . M the black garb of a t Except for the business- ^ walnut-butted an oxJWled against his thigh, he tt. I ai d like any other gambler. two ar anyone in the saloon, Slick ^ ^ gambler who n enjoying his beer ^ I ^ game to sit in ust as tide he xx/cc j i i I, *^“nse and keenly o?thef’the happening. IhehrCTws in busin, ouSdt. olanets.^ There the waitress refused to give him the money. With a snarl he used his Colt to push her rough ly aside, and she slid to the floor with a low moan. "You dawg,” came a voice^ from the door. Slick whirled with a fluid motion and fired at the old man framed there. Quickly he stepped over the wounded man and walked rapidly toward the stables. Behind him he heard voices shout- ting. He broke into a run and went to his mare’s stall. She was gone! Stunned, he stared blankly at a note scribbled on a piece of paper stuck to the wall of the stall. Dear Mr. Rawlins, a id for ( J tke general store eady skoup ^ gathered and were I know you will not mind if I borrow your horse for a few days; I’ll give you half of all the gold I find. Bill I arrived at Grand Central Sta tion at fifteen minutes after twelve. That is what the clock said; I did not count much on clocks. Catching a cab, I rode to one of the lower class hotels. Habit I guess. After registering under a fictitious name, I went up to my room to wash be fore going out. As I was leaving the hotel, my eye caught sight of a men’s clothing store and a fancy restaurant, which fitted into my plans perfectly. Then I went to the clothing store and outfitted myself from head to toe. I wanted to look sharp when I met my visitor at three o’clock. Silly, I guess. After this I went next door to the restaur ant and ordered an expensive steak dinner. I was beginning to get used to the idea of money. When I had finished my dinner I went back to my room to shave. A good suit was no good without a clean face. I must make a good impression. On my way I gave the remainder to a woman who was collecting money for the Salvation Army. Just like that I did it! I did not even have to think about it. Making good plans are wonderful. Everyone should try it. Then I went to my room, shaved, dressed, then retired to an easy chair to await my visitor. I knew he would be on time. It was then fif teen till three. ing at a grizzled old- — — Wii LJLi’w -1 uJiCu' Euke Peters, his uch a learning as we- shoxx7i,^.v ^ ’ irirtrv was ex- everyone several nd ^bund th os- 'urnefhillsi” u claim up hen %!” shouted, 'Tm rich, nd ,, on metal glinted in the e reS' pv sly glances at each . 'dtie man 1 r "Stand still or die,” came a hard voice from behind him. Rough hands jerked his gun from riumb fingers and shoved him toward the door. A convulsive sob shook Slick as he saw his plan fail. The fool! he cried. "The fool!” UUt nf ^ ’ ®^* tosfU shouting, 'Tm to Ihpf ^ claim!” As one, .tier men , ’ lad faced to their horses out of town. I looked at my watch. It was three o’clock. Without hesitation I walked into the bathroom. I could sense my visitor was there, although I could not see him. I turned and locked the door, figuring I might as well make it as hard as possible for everybody. Nobody had made it easy for me. Then came the most difficult part in my plan. Funny it didn’t hurt much. It was over in seconds. The last thought I had was to wonder what the hometown write-up would look like. They would probably run a front-page picture. HILLTOP—PAGE NINETEEN xef orld r-Seni le Se u wi plan ximal ilty, ; S I Sm ill’s in itic I Can tival oke’: iack( rd ay ary inc ly 1 of and “1 las ral ara Sue a lies me le ted pp tl imi izj D sic As fas tu 1 t di 1 l?i h h( ir
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