The Emporia news. [volume] (Emporia, Kan.) 1859-1881, 1872-06-07

, 4 OLA Nl4O D0lOOu5 W pun
ing, all the municipal and fire com
[ pany flags were hung at half mas
and all the firemen ordered to mus
ter in uniform, and bring their ma
chimes duly draped in black.
Regretful resolutions were passe,
and various committees appointed
among others, a committee of on
was appointed to call on a ministe
"a fragile, gentle, spiritual new
fiedgling from an eastern theological
seminary, and as yet unacquainteC
with the ways of the mines. Tn,
committeeman, "Scotty" Briggs
made his visit.
Being admitted to his presence
he sat down before the clergyman
placed his fire hat on an unfinished
manuscript sermon under the minis
ter's nose, took from it q red sils
handkerchief, wiped his brow, and
heaved a sigh of dismal impressive
ness explanatory of his business
He choked and even shed tears, but
with an effort he mastered his voice
and said, in lugubrious tones:
care you the duck that runs the
gospel mill next door"
Gam the-pardon me, believe
do not understand ?"
With another sigh and a half sol
Scotty rejoined:
| "Who, you see, we are in q bit OF
trouble, and the boys thought may
be you'd give us lift, if we'd tackle
you, that IL, if I've got the rights OF
it, and you're the head clerk of the
doxology works next door,"
| ahnVNhar1 -, ~
the flock whose fold is next door"
"The which,"
"The spiritual adviser of the little
company of believers whose sane
tuary adjoins these premises"
Scotty scratched his head, reflected
a moment and then said:
"You rather hold oyer me, pard.
l reckon can't call that hand. Ante
and pass the buck"
"How? 1 beg pardon. What did
1 understand you to say?"
"Well, you've rather got the
bulge on me. Or may be we've
both got the bulge somehow. You
don't smoke me, and don't smoke
| you. You, see, one of the boys has
passed in his checks, and we want
to give him a good send off, and so
the thing I'm on now is to rout out
somebody to jerk out a little chin
music for US, and waltz him through
handsome"
"My friend, seem to grow more
and more bewildered. Your obser-
vations are wholly incomprehensi-
! Bile to me. Cannot you simplify
them some way? AT first thought
perhaps 1 understood you, but now
l grope. Would it not expedite
matters if you restricted yourself
to categorical statements of facts,
unincumb ered with obstructing ac-
cumulations of metaphor and allie
CORY 2"
Another pause, and more refec.
ton; then Scotty said:
"I'll have to pass, L judge"
GLOW ?"
you've raised me out, pard."
"I still fail to catch your mean
ing"
"Why, that last lead of your'n
was too many for me-that's the
idea, can't neither trump nor fol.
low suit"
The clergyman sank back into his
chair perplexed. Scotty leaned his
head on his hand and gave himseli
up to reflection. Presently his face
came up, sorrowful but confident.
give got it now, SOS you car
ssvvy," said he. "What we want il
a gospel-sharp. See 2"
IA whatp
"Gospel-sharp, parson."
"Oh! why did You not say so be-
| on0 n0rann
"Now you talkl You see my
blind and straddle it like a man
Put it there !"-extending brawny
paw, which closed over the minis
ter's small hand and gave it shakG
indicative of fraternal sympathy
and fervent qualification.
"Now we're all right, pard. Lett
start fresh. Don't you mind mt
snufing q little, becoz we're in
power of trouble. You see one o
the boys has gone up the flume-'
"Gone where 2"
"Up the flume-throw'd up tn
sponge, you know"
"Thrown up the sponge ?"
"Yes-kicked the bucket"
"Ah-has departed to that myster
ious country from whose bourne NJ
traveller returns"
"Return? Well, 1 reckon not
. Why, pard, he's dead"
ayes, understand"
80, you do? Well, thought ma
be you might be getting tangle'
once more. Yes, you see he's dea
again"
"Agafn! Why, has he ever bee
dead before?'
"DeAd before7 No. Do yo
reckon a man has got as many live
E as a catI But, you see, he's awfU
dead just now, poor old boy, and
. wish I'd never seen this day.
don't know no better friend tina
= Buck Farnshaw. I'd know him b
a like that 1 freeze TO him-you hes
!. me. Take him all around, pare
=. there never was q butler man i
the mines. No man ever knowe
L Buck Fanshaw to go back on
y friend. But it's all up, you know
= it's ali up. 1t amt no use. They'S
scooped himp
r "ScoOped him p
J. "Yes-death has. Well, wei
O well, we've got to give him u
Yes, indeed. Its q kind of hal
world after all, amt it? But, par
l. he was a rustler. You ought to 81
- him get started once. He was
, bully boy with a glass eyel Ju
Is spit in his face and give him roo
It according to his strength, and it WI
just beautiful to see him peel al
go in. He was the worst SON of
h thief that ever drawed breat
=. Pard, he was on it. He was on
bigger than an Injunio
- "On it? On What?"
E. "On the shoot. On the shouldt
N On the fight. Understand? ]
didn't give q continental-for an
. body. Beg your pardon, frien
~ for coming 80 near saving a Gu
s, word-but you see Pm on an awf
% strain in this palaver, on account
having to cram down and drs
Is everything so mild. But we've 9
r. to give him up. There amt a
getting around that, l don't reckO
Now, If We can't get you TO he
plant him"
" "Preach the funeral discours
Assist in the obsequies ?"
"Obsequies is good. Yes. Tha
It: that's our little game. We 4
going to get up the thing regardl'
you know. He was always nj
be himself, and you bet you his.fune
II, amt going 10 be no SLOUGH; so
to silV er door plate on his coffin,
n plumes on the hearse, and q nige
on the box with billed shirt ant