The Cincinnati daily star. [volume] ([Cincinnati, Ohio]) 1875-1880, 1876-02-01
a kindly look in those phosphoriO.lika

klnuly look Ah those pnVsPuoiso-AaAot
0rbs.
Again the game went on, Abe Lane
betting on the card the MissourIan se-
lected. Once more Jose, with his bland |
smile, scraped Jim's and Abe's money
| into his bank.
"Why did you come and interfere with
my bettingp demanded the Missourlan |
in an angry voice, as he addressed the |
trapper. Isl had luck till you came to
bet on my card; now 1 can't win at
all"
Abe, for an instant, was startled, and
he looked up as IL surprised. Il
eThis is q free game" he replied, sand
1 reckon a man can bet on any card ne
pleases without bein' called to account
for it,"
"Perhaps he can,,' and perhaps he
can't" retorted the other. IL
Sand p'raps he'll do as he pleases,"
rejoined the old man, strengthening him.
self on his feet and looking the other iuli
in the eyes.
Jose, ''else close the bank. Make your
bets, senors."
"Ey reyI Ell reyl" shouted several voices
as Jose laid out the king.
| The Missourian took out an onzG and
staked it upon the king. At the same
time Abe Lane laid his usual bet beside
the strangers. do not think the Mis-
sourian noticed Lanes bet, for at the
time he was bending down his ear TO
catch the words of companion, while
doing SO the king won, and Jim raised
his eye TO see Jose paying the bet, ana
picked up Abe's money with his own,
doubtless supposing it was his own.
s'NOt SO fast, stranger" cried the trap
per; ''you got my bet there, besides your
own." The Missourian's head being
rather the worse for the dguddtente he
had drank, his ideas were rather con-
| fused, and he pushed Abe Lane aside
rather roughly and attempted to leave
the room.
''Give me them two ounces" demand
ed Abe, placing himself directly in the
others path. 81 don't want any tronble
with you, stranger, but amt the man
to stand q thing of this sort.'
sect out of my way" yelled the Mis-
sourian. 81 haven't got your money.
and if you bother De any longer pll-"
and he placed his hand significantly un'
der his blue flannel shirt.
The next instant. Abe Lane had
whipped out his bowie-knife. AT this a
scene Of great confusion occurred. Jose
quickly raked his bank into his pockets
and ran in haste out on the plaza. The
crowd gave way right and left, and the
two men, one in the prime OF life, and
the other with hairs as white as snow
and skin tanned to u saffron color, stood
confronting each other with flashing
eyes.
| Slowly, but with distinct emphasis,
Abe Lane said, You are a liar.'
Swift as lightning the knife OF the Mis-
sourian descended, but several by.stand-
ers caught his arm ere he could work his
purpose.
sit won't do, Jim. He's an old man.
land it's not houorable; besides you're
wrong. You gathered his money up by
mistake"
"Stand aside," shouted The infuriated
man, "who dares interfere with me-?
This is my qarrel, aud none OF yeufs;"
and he triea to shake himself loose from
The strong hands tnat detained him. ''He
called me a LIAR" he continued.
"And PHI make good my words" re-
piled the trapper. sit you're man
enough to stand up In o square fight, III
meet you this minute, villa either knife
or rife"
otis well," replied the other, in a
changed tone, and without particle OF
, anger. t'Fellow me, old man, and pll
, take you at your word. But here, hrs<"
= And he handed him his money--"lt !
. made a mistake in taking your bet Pm
sorry for il. That much is due to YOU
Sill, you owe some little, and you must
= prepare to pay it,"
On the San Miguel Road, about mile
outside OF Santa Fe, there stands, or
+. there used to stand, an old adobe house,
' with the roof tallen in. 1t WAS long uh.
inhabited, and an hour later Abe Lane
; and the Missourlan, accompanied by
score OF friends, alightea at this spot
I, and hi; ching their mules, began to steI
u of the glOunu preparatory to lighting
o | IA nh nth har rifiaa Whnn thaV hNt
. taken their respective places, one OF thu
u MissourIan's friends asked him If h'
u had any message for home, in case any
:, thing awkward happened.
.'If he pinks me, ,"ne replied. ."tell the
/ died game, as all the Lanes do. Tel
. Jenny anu Sophy TO look after ~.
child"
Tie trapper's head came up with
jerk as he caught these words,
;, whats your name, strahgefp u
like to know it afore shoot"
, ''Jim Lane is the Way Pm called
= that's the way my father named me, q
:; least, and don't see that shpnld b
! ashamed OF it,"
4. "And have you got sister Jenny, an,
one named Sophy, and did you have a.
older brother, Parker, who was drowne
u in the river, and had You o father VIII
= got Into trouble and cleared out, and a.
y TINS in Liberty" asked the trapper.
y The Missourian gazed at the speake
10 earnestly, as he answered.:
"Yes, all this is true; but what {
, it? VINO are youW
u The old man walked directly up to hi
adversary, and, barring his arm, said:
v HYour iather. Read thall"
y And there, ia India ink, upon the traI
tper's arm, was his name.
v There was no sentimental scene, th
natures OF the parties interested did nc
!; jmove them TO tears or embraces, hu
!, they caught each other by the hand an
~ went apart little way where they er
:, gagged ~ earnest CONVERSATION, The b.
\. standers looked on the sight with a sol
y OF wonder. When father and son ha
Y concluded their interview they wake
- toward their friends.
~ "There WON'T be any fight" said JiD
~ Lane, with laugh; 'ips hardly allow
~ able for man TO fight his own iather.
~ "And they're all vel ?" said Abe.
"A eyes, we'll as you are, falher," reptile
- Jim.
~ Good by" said the trapper; 81 won