The Tipton advertiser. [volume] (Tipton, Cedar Co., Iowa) 1856-1962, 1874-03-19
1l9lAra 4 lAzaTI IPToN. IOWA MARCH 10. 1874

MARCH 10.
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correction was made n ! man alwly
attends to trifies when he is tryin,
to decide momentous question.
i "Morton Goodwin" said Bur
chard, looking At him keenly, Is tn.
two stood together in the moonlight
Then, after pausing q moment, h,
added: II had ! crony by the name
of Lew Goodwin. once. Devilisl
hard case he was, but good-hcarted
Got killed in fight in Pittsburg."
"He was my brother" said Nor
ton.
.Your brother? thunder! Yo,
don't mean it. Let's see; be TOLD
me once his fathers name was Nose,
mo; Job. Yes, that's it--Job. l.
that your fathers name:"
"Yes."
II reckon the old folks must = tool
Lewis deviltry hard. Didn't kill 'em
did ity'
"No."
"Both alive yet?~
"Yes."
"And now you want to kill both ol
'em by committing suicide. You
ought to think little of your moth
| er-"
eShut your mouth" said Morton,
turning 6ercely on Barchard; for he
suddenly saw . vision of the agony
his mother must suffer.
"Oh! don't get mad. I'm going to
let you have back your horse and
gun, only you must give me bill Of
sale SO that may be sure you won't
gamble them away to somebody else.
You must redeem them ION your
honor in six months, with hundred
and twenty-five dollars. I'll do that
much for the sake Of my old friend,
Lew Goodwin, who stood by me in
many . tight place, and was a good
hearted fellow after all"
Morton accepted this little respite,
and Burchard left the tavern. As it
was now past midnight, Goodwin did
not 90 to bed. At two o'clock he
gave Dolly corn, and before daylight
he rode out Of the village. But not
toward home. His gambling and
losses would be speedily reported st
home and to Captain Lumsden. And
moreover, Kike would persecnte him
worse than ever. He rode out Of
town in the direction opposite to that
he would have taken in returning to
Hissawachee, and he only knew that
it was opposite. He was trying
what so many other men have tried
in vain to do-to run away from him.
self. But not the feetest Arabian
charger, nor the swiftest lightning
express, ever yet enabled man TO
leave . disagreeable self behind.
The wise man knows better, and
turns round and faces it.
About noon, Morton, who had fol-
lowed an obscure and circuitous trail
of which he knew nothing, drew near
to low Lighthouse with dcer's horns
over the door, . sign that the cabin
was devoted to hotel purposes
place where . stranger might get q
little food, . place 70 rest On the floor,
and plenty Of whiskey. There were
. dosea horses hitched to trees shout
It, and Goodwin got down and went
in from . spirit of idle curiosity.
Certainly the place was not attractive.
The landlord had q cut throat way Of
looking closely At guest from under
his eyebrows; the guests all wore
black boards, and Morton soon found
reason to suspect that these boards
were not indigenous. He was him
self the object of much disagreeable
scrutiny, but he could hardly restrain
. mischieveus smile at thought Of
the disappointment to which any
highwayman was doomed who should
attempt to rob him in his present
penniless condition. The very worst
that could happen would be the loss
Of Dolly and his rifle. 1t soon oc-
Cured to him that this lonely place
was none other than g brewers Hole"
one Of the favorite resorts Of Mica iah
Harp's noted band Of desperadoes;
place into which few honest men ever
ventured.
One Of the men presently stepped
to the window, rested his foot upon
the low sill, and taking up piece Of
chalk, drew a line from the toe to the
top of his boot.+ Several others
initiated him; and Morton, in spirit
Of reckless mischief and adventure,
took the chalk and marked his right
bsot in the same way.
"Win you drink" said the man
who had first chalked his boot.
Goodwin accepted the invitation,
and as they stood near together,
Morton could plainly discover the
falseness Of his companions beard.
Presently the man fixed his eyes on
Goodwin and asked in an Indifferent
tone: "Cut, or carry?'
s'Carry," answered Morton, not
knowing the meaning Of the lingo,
but finding himself in predicament
from which there was no escape but
by drifting with the current. A few
minutes later bag, which seemed
to contain some hundreds Of dollars,
was thrust into his hand, and Morton,
not knowing what to do with it,
thought best to "carry" it of. He
mounted his mare and rode away in
. direction opposite to that in which
he had come. He had not gone more
than three miles when he met Bur
chard.
"Why, Burchard, how did you
come hcre?'
80! came by short cut"
But Burchard did not say that he
had travelled in the night, to avoid
observation.
"Hello! Goodwin" cried Burchard,
''you've got chalk on your boot. |
hope you haven't joined the
"Well, TIL tell you, Burchard, how
that come. l found the greatest set
Of disguised cut-throats you ever saw
1t this little hole back here. You
hadn't hefter ro there if Won don't