Keowee courier. [volume] (Pickens Court House, S.C.) 1849-current, 1859-10-08

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maincd perfectly calm, but chose observer
could discover a sly twinkle playing in the.
corners of his eyes, and now and then his
rigid lips wouldqaiSer 4
" fear you orc my master, sir" said
| the stranger, at last, as lie paused to count
over isbills.
"Not at ALL" said Shooter" quickly;
"I'm very little winner. Come, again
luck will ehangc---always docs =
ON tell you what will do" said the
stranger, speaking very slowly, like q tlcs-
pcratc man; " You We won pretty consider
able, and just IKE seventeen dollars here
of making five hondrcd; if you'll show
me chance, by stalking the even money
against the deficit, wen play one game,
| aud tho last FIR the whole y
""Wcll III he liberal; como on said
tho "Shooter," in an air of assumed care
essness; and lie put up stakes in his Hi
nois couHterfeits, putting the new bills in
his pocket 81;
The game was played, and, contrary to
all expectation, the stranger won. Wat
son insisted on another trial, but the stran-
ger shook his head, and calnmy rockcted
the stakes. 1t was then that the devil be-
gan to rise in Watson's heart, and fash in
his sinister eyes. Leaning his elbows on
thctnblc, and clasping his hands before
him, he bent forward, and fixing his ma
licious gaze upon The stranger, who leaned
carclcssly back in his chair, lie said, in a.
deep, meaning tone
"Stranger, you've won my money, and
now refuse to showmc chance for it
! We don't do things that way on the river
"Will you please inform nc who you.
mean, sir, by eve ?" asked the stranger,
glancing carclcssly around.
"l mean we river boys; or, if yon
please; don't do business in that way"
said Watson, with snccr.
2" But do," said the stranger, as he
coolly lit his cigar @
Watson ntuitively raised his hnnd to
his breast, as though for n weapon, but he
scemcdto think better of it, and rcsuming
his former taunting position, while tri-
unphant smile circled his lips, he said
81 hope you'll find those bills all right,
stranger"
Z" DO not fear that will be disappointed
in them said the stmnger; " am we'll
acquainted with the officers of the Spring
field Bank. BY the way, you had better
examine those you won of me-"
so, know the face Of ST. Anthony
bill, y" clucklcd the " Shooter" jerking
them from his pocket
90 And the officers signatures ?" asked
the stranger quickly.
| Watson started bnck aghast as he OPEN
ed ont bill, and looked closely at it.
"llell and fmics ?' he shouted" the
bills arc notsigned Mt all :"
:" Exactly" said the stranger, with
/ smile. ~ '"
Watson stood for moment looking from
the note to the stranger in utter confusion,
not knowing what to do At last he cx-
claimed
=" Who tic devil arc you?"
The stranger rose calmly, and with
bow of mock courtesy replied:
." Edward Bonny, Esq, at yohr service"
The crowd fell back at that name, fur.it
| was familiar to every Wcsterner.
What ~ cried the sharper "the-4-
| the great Wcstcrn--v--"
f"CoUNTERPElT DETECTIVE" thunder
cd l}ohny; and before Watson could move
hand, he threw himself upon him like
| whirlwiud hurled him to the floor, and in
a, moment the wretch was in irons
| I've been trailing you for long time,
Mr.. Watson, said Bonny, as he allowed
the discomfitted sharper to rise. "But
co,ldn't catch you out of Kansas, and my
writ wouldn't reach you there"
." Bonny, we're running into the land
ing." cried the captain"
4" All right" replied the Detective; and
in a few moments he was Landed with his
prisoner.
met Bonny the following winter at the
Sherman House, Chicago, where he was
laying for some and-rats," and asked
him the fate of the Shooter"
| Doing service for the State" Gro.
Piled, smiling. lie begged hard when
hc event up" that, he might be put in
the engraver's' department., but they con-
cluded paper milling would be equally as
beneficial, md he is faithfully at work"
1'onny WIS death on the sharpers +
may sometime tell you how lie came by
those st, Anthouy bills.
-PtsTohIcs. The Nashville R.tri0tlearns
that shooting affair occurred at the Mar
shah County Fair, ot Lewisbarg, Oh Fri.
day last, between James Russ, Jr., of tho
Shelbyviilc " Expositor," and man named
McDougal.. The only damage done was
putting pistol ball through Russ hat.--
MeD0ugal is reported to have shown very
handsome specimen of tall walking" after
the first fire. - p&&
:. IIEt no man DO ashamed to work. Let
no man be ashamed of n hard fist or a sun.