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

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And We'll take care of you, par
/ Wen fix you all right. TherecWi
be kerFidge for you; and Whate'
{ er you want You just iscape out an
} wen tend to it. We've got q Ell
| bang fixed up for you to stand b
! hind in No. rs house, and don't 20
{ be afraid. just go in and loot yol
) horn, if you don't sell q clam. PI
} Buck through as bully as you ca
pard, for everybody that knoWe
J him will tell you he was one OF th
whitest men that was ever in th
mines. You can't draw il TO
strong. He never could stand It {
see things going wrong. He's don
more to make this town peaeeabl
than any man IN it. I've seen hi
lick four Greasers in eleven minute
myself. Ii "a thing wanted regulat
ing he wasn't manic go browsin
around after somebody to do it, bg
he would prance in and regulate
himself. He warn't Catholic bn
it didn't make no difference sbou
that when it came down to gwha
a mans right was--and so whel
some rOughs jumped the CathoH
boneyaId and started in to stake on
claims in it he went for sem al b
he cleaned Sem, tool vas Their
and seen it myself"
| ssThat was very well indeed
least the impulse was-whether the
act was strictly defensibIe or not
Had deceased any religious eoavie
tions? That is to saw, did he fee
any drpe..,:eHcc upon or acknoWl.
edge allegiance to higher power? p
More reflection.
81 reckon you have stumped mt
again, pard. Could you say it oveI
once more, and say it slow ?"
| "Well, to simplify matters some
what, was he, or rather had he been
connected with any organization
sequestered from secular concerns
and devoted to self-sacrifice in the
interests of morality ?"
"All down but nine, set 'em up
on the other alley, pard."
"What did 1 understand you to
say?"
"Why, you're most too many for
me, you know. When you get in
with your left, hunt grass every
time. Every time you draw your
fill, but 1 don't seem to have any
luck. Let's have a new deal"
"How? Begin again."
''That's it."
every well. Was he a good man,
and"
"There-I see that; don't put up
another chip till look at my hand.
A good man, says you? Pard, it
amt no name for it. He was the
best man that ever-pard, you
would have dotted on that man. He
could lam any galOot of his inches
in America. Il was him that put
down the riot last election before it
got start, and everybody said he
was the only man who could have
done it. He waltzed in with a
trumpet in one hand and spanner
in the other. He sent fourteen men
home on q shutter in less than three
minutes. He had that riot all broke
and prevented nice before anybody
ever got chance to strike blew.
He was q great loss to the town.
1t would please the boys if you
could chip in something that would
do him justice. He once, like when
the Micks got to throwing stones
through the Methodist's Sunday
school windows, Buck Fanshaw, all
of his own notion, shut up his
saloon and took q couple of six
shooters and mounted guard over
the Sunday-school. Says he mo
Irish need applyi I" and they didn't.
He was the bulliest man in the
mountains, pard; he could run
faster, jump higher, hit harder, and
hold more tangle-foot whisky with
out splitting than any man in seven
teen counties. Put that in, pard,
it'll please the boys more than any
thing you could say. And you can
say, pard. that he never shook his
mother"
"Never shook his mother?"
"That's it-any of the boys will
tell you so"
"Well, but why should he shake
herr"
"That's what L say-but some
people does"
mot people of any repute."
"Well, some that averages pretty
so So"
Elm my opinion q man who would
er, ought to"
"Cheese it, pard you've banked
your ball clean outside the string.
What was drivin' at was that he
never thrOeced off on his mother
don't you see! No, indeed. He
gave her house to live in, and town
lots and plenty of money; and he
looked after her and took care of
her all the time; and when she was
down with the smallpox Pm damn
ed if he didn't sit up nights and
nuss her himself Beg your pardon
for saying, but it hoped out too
quick for yours truly. You've
treated me like a gentleman, and 1
amt the man to hurt your feelings
intentional. 1 think you're white.
L think you're a square man. like
you and Pll lick the man who don't.
I'll lick him till he can't tell himself
from last years coIpsel Put it
therel" Another fraternal hand
shake-and exit.
The obsequies were all that "the
boys" could desire. Such a marvel
of funeral pomp had never been
seen in Virginia. The plumed
hearse, the dirge-breathing brass
bands, the closed marts of business,
the flags dropping at half-mast, the
long plodding procession of uni
formed secret societies, military
battallions and fire companies, Grap-
ed engines, carriages of officials and
citizens in vehicles and on foot, at
tracted multitudes of spectators to
the sidewalks, roofs and windows;
and, for years afterward, the degree
attained by any civic display in
Virginia was determined by com
parison with Buck Fanshaw':
| funeral.