The Leavenworth weekly times. [volume] (Leavenworth, Kan.) 1870-1880, 1878-04-25

"Wby, then, / can't see as your religion
Is any better than mine The only differ
ence seems to be that j acknowledge being
liar, while you perform the act without
confessing.n
Uncle Sile began to ge, excited.
fun on it, do ye?"
"You certainly intim ated as much , mo-
ment ago. How can / tell, only bv what
you say?'
Uncle Sile thought moment, and the
burrows in his forehead grew deeper, and his
cheeks redder. Finally he rose, spat upon
his hands, and said:
"See yer, Mr.. Watkins, talkin' won't do
you no good. Now it's bin my plan ever
sens began to preach, to never let up onto
sinner after l got afoul Of him, till he
caved in and said he b'lieved into the gos-
pei. Now I've begun on you, an as / can't
talk any doctrine into We, I'll try another
method. Young man, l kin lick more
Christianity into your skin in three minutes
than the best preacher what walks could
talk there in four weeks,
Having delivered himself of this pream-
bic, Uncle Sile sprang upon his intended
convert, and began TO pummel him un-
mercifully.
Cherokee Bob, who had been living by the
FIRE silent witness of the argument, bound
ed TO his feet and felt for his knife; but the
action was seen by Oregon Bill, who placed
his hand upon his revolver and commanded
him to desist
Let 'em fight it out" he said. "Watkins
fetched it unto itself, an he's got to back ii
up now. Don't YOU make a move, or I'll
make pepper box of your hide-you hear
me-"
The two men rolled over and over upon
the ground, old Sile's long limbs twining
about his victim, and his ficts falling heao-
| lily. From the first it was evident that he
hpd the best OF ii; for, agile as Watkins
was, he coald not wriggle from the vice.like
grip which the sturdy preacher had fas;en-
ell upon HIM.
At la st, when Uncle Sile had satisfied
himself that his antagonist was imbued
with the proper Christian spirit, he re-
leased him, and rising again to his feet
gave tremendous toot upon his horn
As soon As Watkins could get up, he or.
dered Cherokee Bob to go for their horses
His face was CHASTITY white with passion
his eyes burned with a vindicive fire. and
his voice was so cnoked with anger that the
pswer of utterance failed him for an in
slant but as soon as he could control him
sell, in low, kissing tone, between hi
teeth:
"You towards. You have got me ir
your power now, Tor you are five to one
but give warning that the time will com,
when you, IL be sorry for the treatment o
this night. Mark my words. before yor
are a yeas older, the name Of Jack Watson
shall make You tremble?"
| Threats is idle, young feller," said Bill
composedly.
1--WE shall see. Again l say, beware o
what is 10 come"
The hait-breed now appeared with tn
horses, and the angry young fellow spran.
into the saddle
Just then Rose Bailey, attracted by tn,
excitement, approached. Watkins turned
in his seat, waved his hat over his head, anC
exclaimed, with an accent OF hatred:
Good bye, Rose You'll see m,
again"
She saw his face in the light, and recog
nized it with a scream of horror
Jack Watkins :" she exclaimed.
| With a long, mockins laugh Re put spurs
to his horse, and the two worthless disap-
peared in the blackness of the night.