The new North-west. [volume] (Deer Lodge, Mont.) 1869-1897, 1872-05-11
Il NETIDA FUNERAL.
lssa Francisco Call. April sal

tive citizen. He had "killed his mann.
IN his 0wa quarrel. 1t 10 true, but in the d.
fence Of \ stranger besct by numbers. II
had kept . sumptdous SALOON. He had bee
the proprietor Of . dsshing helpmeet. whor
he could have discarded without the fOS
mslity Of divorce. He had held hig
position in the Dire department. and been
very Warwick in politics When he die
there WAS great lamentatiOm Throughout
the town, but especially in the vast bottom
stratum ut society.
On the inquest it was shown that Buck
Fsnshaw. in the delirium of . wasting ~
phOid fever. had taken arsenic, shot him
self through the body. cut his throat. nnc
jumped out of Q four story window amt
broke his neck; and after due delibcr,.tiu,
the jury, sad and fearful. but with intelli
gcnce unblinded by its sorrow. brought in
verdict of death "by the visitation Of Gud
Whist could the world do without juries!
Prodigious preparations were made fO
the funeral. All the vehicles In Mwn wer,
hired, and oil the saloons were put IL
mourning. oil the municipal and tire com
psny days were hung ut half>mast. and OIL
and bring their. machines duly drnped in
black.
ReIretful resolutions were passed and
various committees were appointed; among
others. . committee of one was aplNinted
t. call on m'nister--s fragile. gentle. spir
itual new dedgling from On eastern theOlO
gical seminary; aud % yet unscquaintetl
with the ways 1T the mines The Commit
teeman, "Scotty' Briggs. made his visit.
Being admitted to his presence, he sst
down before the clergyman, placed his fire.
lat on an unfinished manuscript sermon
under the minister's nose. took from it .
Ted silk handkerchief, wiped his br,w and
hcsved sigh of dismal impressiveness ex.
plxnatory OF his business. He chUkcd and
even shed tears, but with IN effort he mas.
tered his voice, and said, in lugubriOus
tones:
mill next door,"
Am I the pardon me, I believe do not
understsndp"
With another sigh and half cob, scotty
rejolned:
why, you see, We are in . bit of trouble,
and the boys thought may be you'd give u
. lift, II we'd tackle you. that Is, il I've got
the rights of It and you are the head clerk
OF the joxology works next door,
II am the shepherd In charge Of the dock
whose fold IL next door,"
THE which,"
1.-The spiritual I'd wiser of the little com.
these premises"
Scotty scratched his head, reflected mo.
ment and then said:
you rather hold over me. psrd. reck-
on / can't call that hand. Ante and pass
the buck"
How! beg your pardon. What did l
understand you u say?"
well. you've rather got the bulge on me.
Or maybe. we've both got the bulge. some
how. 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 good send off. and ~ the thing I MN
on now IL to rout out somebody to jerk out
. little CHR. music for Us, and waltz him
through handsome"
my friend. seem to grow more aud
more bewildered. Your observations are
wholly incomprehensible 10 me. Cannot
you simplify them some way? AT first /
thought perhaps I understood you, hut now
grOpe. Would it not expedite matters If
you restricted yourself TO categorical state.
n,ents Of fact unincumbered with Obslruct.
ing accumulstions of metaphor sn6 allie
gorys"
Another pause and more reflection. Then
6cotty said:
"How!"
you've raised me out. psrd"
II still fail to catch your meaning"
"Why, that last lead of yourn is too
many tor me-that's the idea. can't neither
trump nor follow suit"
The clergyman sank back in his chair
p. rplexed. Scotty leaned his head on hts
hand, and gave himself up to reflection.
i P,sssH;y bis face came up '0''0"fo' but
1--WE got it now. sos you can savvy."
said he. "Whst We want 10 gospel sharp.
Eeei"
"A whs.!"
Gospel sharp, parson."
"Oh! Why did you not :ay 70 before! !
am Clergyman pxrsOn."
Nov you talk! You ace my blind. and
strsddle II like man. Put 1t thcrr!"-ex
tending brswny paw, which closed over
the minister's small hand and gave it shake
indicative of frstcrnsl sympathy and fer
vent qualification.
Now we're al right, part. Lets start
fresh. Don't you mind me snufiling little.
becuz we're In . power Of trouble. You
Gee one Of the boys has gone up the hume."
up the dume-throw'd up the sponge,
you know"
"Thrown up the spongel"
"Ycs-kickcd the bucket"
"Ah-has departed to that mysterious
country from whose bourne no traveller r..
turns."
':Return! Well. I reckon not. Why.
rard. he's dedd'"
"Yes, understand"
''Oh, you dor Well, thought ma!b
you might be getting tangled ones more
Yes. you zee he's dead again"
Again! Why, has he ever been dead be
fore!"
dead before! No. Do you reckon
man has got ~ many lives ~ = cot! But
you bet he's awful dead nov. psnr old by.
and wish I had never seen this day.
don't know no better friend than Buck Fan
shaw. know'd him by the back; and
when know = man like him I freeze "
him-yOu he~r me- Take him al xr,und.
pard. there never WAS butler man In the
mines. No man ever knOw'd Buck Fan.
shaw to 60 hack on friend. But its all
up. you know; it's oil up. It amt No use.
They've scNped him !"
''6c0Oped himl"
"Yes-death has. Well. well, well. we've
got 70 give him ~. Yes. indeed. LIS y
kind Of hard world, after MI, sin't u? But.
psrd, he was . rustler. You ought u ser
him get siarted once He was Z bully h,y
with glass eye! Just spit in his face and
give him room according to his strength.
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