Sunday Gazette-Mail from Charleston, West Virginia on July 13, 1975 · Page 70
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July 13, 1975

Sunday Gazette-Mail from Charleston, West Virginia · Page 70

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Crossword Puzzle Answer for Sunday, July 6, Cryptoquip: FAR AND WIDE THE MIDNIGHT RIDE SPREAD WORDS THAT GALLOPED TOWARD FREEDOM. * CRYPTOQUIP Y X A Y U X O O D G U F W R A U O G X F U X C R A O D G U C C R L O C L R W W R A F R O C F U L A Today's Cryptoquip clue: L equals R ACROSS 1 Russian cab (var.) 5 Bundle of gram 10 Planter of ! Paris 15 Ski Jjft 19 Sing with spirit 20 Apache Indian 21 Change 22 Medley 23 Cavern on i Capri 25 Kimberlite 27 Bishopric 28 Assistant 29 Tennis ! stroke 31 A cheese 32 French season 33 Collides with · 35 Young women . 37 Installs in office 39 Expiates 41 Inns 43 Scenic views 46 Biblical name 47 Gypsy or brqwntail 48 Polynesian chestnut 50 A jackstay (Naut.) 51 Gasp 52 Lofty 53 Limbs 55 Fine cotton fabric 56 Compass reading 57 The cypress spurge 59 Luminous heavenly bodses 61 Container 62 Keeps 64 Title of address 66 Blueback salmon 68 Supplicate 69 Vehicle 70 Menu item 71 Place of entertainment 75 Reset plants 77 Large-stork 81 Entire amount 82 Wears away 84 Defame ' 86 Chimnejr (dial.) ; 87 French coins' ' 89 Hit hard 90 Hoarfrost 91 Stringed instrument 92 Close (poetic) e 94 Jewish month 96 Apple or pear 97 Workers: 98 Vendor 100 Raise 102 Execute by . hanging 103 Fur-bearer 105 Famous name in baseball 106 French dress designer 107 Rudiments of a subject 109 Snip with shears 111 Greek letter 112 Parks or Lahr 113 Flap 116 Australian cattle dog 119 The blowfly 122 Warm with genial heat 023 Peter and Ivan 124 French city 125 Jot 126 Italian princely house 127 Scorch 128 Receded 129 Presently DOWN 1 Vestments 2 To anger 3 Scottish cap 4 Consumed 5 Divests 6 Gangsters 7 Grafted (Her.) 8 Siamese coin 9 Unwise 10 Chatterer 11 House wing 12 A stump 13 Prophets 14 Drunken revels 15 Also 16 Evergreen tree 17 Common contraction (dial. 18 Was conveyed 24 Pluckier 26 Attain 30 Table scrap 34 Distinct part 35 The city of New York 36 Zigzag skiing course 38 Village in New Mexico 39 Turkish coin 40 Harass 41 Swine 42 Stalk 44 Elia's forte 45 French rivei 47 Wire measures 49 Matures 52 Closet items 54 Battery or cell 57 Beer, in Paris 58 Heavy staffs 59 A shot in billiards 60 Disdain 63 Arabian garment 65 To dibble 67 Large parrot 71 Spanish houses 72 Isolated 73 Hardwood tree 74 Weight unit (India) 75 To gratify 76 Italian playing cards 77 Buffoon 78 Periwinkle 79 Bizarre 80 Uppermost (Scot.) 83 A dandy 85 A fruit 88 Season 91 The timber wolf 93 To reach (diai.) 95 Contrary 96 Similitude 97 The same 99 Leases again 101 Animal doc 102 Clothed 104 City in Sicily 106 English dramatist 107 French clerical title 108 "Gil -" 110 Scheme 112 Fleshy tuber ,114 Choir section 115 Black or kidney 117 Piece out 118 Work unit 120 Women's 121 Spanish aunt End of the Kid By Doane R. Hoag FORT SUMNER, N. M., July 13, 1881--He was a small, frail-looking youth, five feet seven inches tall, with a girlish face and bright blue eyes that were flecked with red. He was usually good-natured, and there was only one thing that would make him mad. Call him "Shorty," and he would kill you instantly. His nickname was Billy the Kid. For years Billy had been friends with a big amiable cowhand named Pat Garrett. They had worked on many different Western ranches together. Then they drifted apart. Billy became an outlaw, a paid kill- ,er. Pat Garrett went exactly the opposite way, taking a job as U. S. Marshal in Lincoln County, N. M. The first job they gave him was to bring in his old friend, Billy the Kid. Pat sat down and wrote a letter to Billy, which he sent to him by way of a mutual acquaintance. "Dear Billy: When I meet you again,-1 will arrest you. Pat." In the course of time he got a reply. "Dear Pat: When I meet you again, I will kill you; Billy." For seven months Pat Garrett trailed Billy the Kid across the desert from one frontier settlement to another. At last, on July 13,1881, he got a tip that Billy was staying with a friend, Pete Maxwell, in Fort Sumner, New Mexico. Pat Garrett had known Pete Maxwell for years. In fact, he had often stayed with him himself. Setting out for Fort Sumner at once, he rode up to Pete's house at midnight, dismounted, and went up to the door alone. The house was dark, but Pat had been there before and knew it well. He groped his way through the darkness to the bedroom door, which was standing open. Pete Maxwell was asleep. Garrett touched him gently on the shoulder. "It's Pat," he whispered. "Where's Billy?" Pete opened his eyes with a start. "My God!" he said. "It would be ! worth my life to tell you!" Actually, Billy the Kid was right across the road, in another house, lying in bed with his boots off, reading a newspaper. Feeling hungry, he went into the kitchen to get himself something to eat. Nothing there looked good, but he remembered that Pete Maxwell had a quarter of beef hanging on the verandah. Picking up a butcher knife and strapping on his gun--he never moved without his gun-he started across the road, thinking hd cut a steak off that quarter of beef. Billy got clear up to the verandah when he heard voices inside the house. Silently, he moved up closer to the door and peeked in. It was so dark inside he couldn't see a thing . . . but Pat Garrett, still sitting beside Pete Maxwell's bed, could see Billy framed in the doorway against the faint light from outside. He knew at once who it was, but he didn't move a muscle. He hardly breathed. "Who's that you were talking to, Pete?" Billy Called in. Pat put his hand on Pete's shoulder to keep him quiet, and Pete didn't make a sound. Pat could feel him start to tremble. "Pete!" Billy shouted again. "Who's that with you?" Billy waited only an instant longer, then his hand shot down to his gun. Pat Garrett's hand moved in the same instant. The room was lighted by two shots. There was a clattering sound as Billy's gun and the butcher knife fell to the floor. Then he himself collapsed on top of them. The most famous outlaw in the West was dead. He had killed his first man when he was only 12 years old, and when he died at the age of 21, there were just exactly 21 notches in his gun. He still had the same downy, girlish face as ever, for Billy the Kid, hadn't even started to shave. (Copyright Doane ffoag 1975; CHARLESTON; m VA.' i:i; 1976

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