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PAGE EIGHT
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The westbound local stopped
at the little cow town of Wolf
Point, Mont., at the unholy hour
of 3 o'clock in the morning, just
long enough for the single passen
ger to alight in the thin cold driz
zle of a late April rain.
The eonductor and a white
jacketed porter and a man in
a shabby brown suit were stand
ing in the vestibule. The porter
went down wme puilman steps
ahead with his stool, a heavy suit
case and a brand new leather doc
tor's bag with the name JOHN
SAND, M. D, in gilt lettering
on the side.
Tears came into the eyes of the
man in the shabby brown suit and
his lips trembled. “God bless you,
Doc. .. .” he managed to say.
“Thanks for everything, Boc.”
the conttucror sald. “This Great
Northern Railway owes you some-~
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John Sand’s young face flushed
a little. He went down the plai
form steps and almost missed the
stool in the dark. The porter
grabbed him in time to save him
from getting a nasty fall in the
’wet cinder embankment of the
roadbed.
~ “Should be a law, yessuh!
Should be some kind of a station
platiorm even at these whistle
stops.” The porter shook Pis head
and refused the half-dollar tip.
“No, suh, thank you just the
same. Not from you, Cap’n. Them
folks travelin’ tourist should be
given’ eternal thanks for the job
you done paying for a stateroom
and fetchin’ that baby child into
this cold world.”
“Thank you, George, for all the
help you gave me” John Sand
heid out a hand. He shook hands
with the porter whose face brokel
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into a grin when he picked up the
stool and climbed the steps.
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JOHN SAND, M. D, stood there
by the railway tracks and watched
the train pull out. Bell clanging,
steam hissing, a white warm cloud
through the black drizzle. Red and
green lights winking in the black
ness. A long mournful blast of the
locomotive whistle.
“Wolf Point, Montana.” John
Sand spoke aloud through the faint
self-mocking grin. “End of the
line.”
He stood in the black drizzle,
shivering a little, as if he were
waiting for something to happen.
Like he was listening for the sound
of the wolf howl that George, the
porter, had prophesied.
When it came, John Sand gave
a little start. A wolf had picked |
up the mournful echo of the loco
motive wnistle and the dismal
howl sounded. In a few seconds
it became a chorus that seemed
to surround the man, and for a few
moments there was something like
fear swept over him. He had read
about wolves that traveled in
packs.
A dim light showed inside a
small frame shack that housed the
telegrapher. Then John Sand could
make out three or four blobs of
yellow light about a hundred yards
distant. That would be the main
street of the cow town and the
lights came from the row of sa-
Jloons that stood open 24 hours a
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John Sand picked up his suit-l
case and bag and headed in that‘
direction. It had rained just
enough to make the gumbo clay
sticky and the going was heavy.
He stopped a couple of times to
get his wind but he dared not
lower the heavy suitcase into the
sticky mud. The next best thing
was to shift the load to his other
hand and that required a little
juggling of his doctor’s bag.
He was across the rutted muddy
road that served as the main street
when a gunshot exploded inside
the saloon nearest him. Then
came several shots that seemed to
|blend into one. John Sand stood
tracked in the mud and stared at at
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the tense, brief little drama of life
and death.
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A big man reeled backwards
through the short half swing
ing doors with a gun in his hand.
He stumbled and fell and lay
there, sprowled motionless on the
wide plank sidewalk.
A second man shoved through
the doors and stood there with a
gun in his hand looking down at
the fallen man. The gun pointed
down at its victim.
He took a short step forward
and nudged the man with the toe
of his boot.
The last gun echoes died in the
black wet night. The howling of
the wolves had ceased and there
was only silence, and for the man
who lay on the wet plank side
walk, it was the eternal silence of
death.
The man who stood over the
fallen giant was obviously a cow
man, in high-heeled boots and
broad-brimmed hat. A cartridge
belt and empty holster sagged
around his lean flanks. He was a
raw-boned six - footer with a
weathered face that looked pale
against the dooping black mus
tache. He turned toward the
swinging door.
“You better drag hiis tinhorn in
outa the wet, Dutch,” the cowman
called to somebody inside. Then
he turned and walked back into
the saloon and John Sand could
see that his left arm hung limply.
Here was the first real cowboy
that John Sand from New Haven,
Conn., had ever seen although he
had read his schoolboy’s share of
dime novels about the wild and
wooly west.
Wolf Point was giving John
Sand, a year out of medical school
and fresh from his internship in
an . eastern hospital, a genuine
whoop-up wild west welcome.
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The doctor reached the sidewalk,
carrying his bags, just as the
paunchy red-faced, bald-headed
saloon man in a bartender’s apron,
came through the swinging half
doors. The man’s red face had a
shiny mottled look. If he saw
John Sand he gave no sign of it
as he bent over and collared the
man that lay on the sidewalk and
dragged him inside.
John Sand followed him into the
saloon. Several men grouped
around the dead man on the floor.
The cowpuncher who had done
the shooting stood with his back
against the bar and a bootheel
hooked in the brass rail. His gun
lay on the bar and he had a bottle
of whisky in his hand. A green
cloth-covered card table and a
couple of chairs overturned in the
far corner, cards and poker chips
spillled on the pine board {floor,
were mute evidence of the strug
gle that had ended in death
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Unusual Suicide
FORDYCE, ARK., Aug 7—(AP)
—A South Carolina man died in
a spectacular dive through the
windshield of a Greyhound bus
near here Monday.
Bus driver Koe Euseppi said the
man, L. E. Price, 52, of Moultrie
ville, S. C., jumped from his seat,
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bus and plunged into the wind
shield. The windshield glass was
cracked but the impact threw
Price back into the bus.
Price, reported the driver,
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suicide.
The incident occured on highway
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