The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1881-01-14

that IN one case the surgeon cut pieces
of skin from the surface of an ampu-
tated finger, and applied them to the
liberated leg of another person. In
three days the bandages were removed,
and the grated parts were found init
mately united to the surface and evil
IDENTIFY. vascularized. It seems essen
tiaI to the success of the process that
the graft be made Immediately after
amputation. The name given to this
operation is 'heteroplasty.
Truthful Jeems.
There were three or four old dodgers
seated around stove in the back room
OF a Galveston saloon, toastlng their
shins and spinning yarns. An old stage
driver named Smoot, with bald head
and long yellow beard, which probably
owed its peculiar color to his habit Of
chewing tobacco for the last forty years,
spoke up and said : "The best-hearted
man ever knew in my life was Bob
Huxley, who used to be Sheriff up in
Nebraska in the early days he was
the whltest man l ever saw. He was
the easiest man on prisoners that ever
lived. When prisoners time was up
he always refused to go he had had
such nice time in jail BY thunder. in
some cases the County Attorney had to
get out writs for trespass, just as you
| do In cases where tenant refuses to get
out of a house,. in order to get those
prisoners out of jail. Bob Hinkley used
to feed the prisoners so well, and treat
ed them so gentlemanly, that men would
just shoot somebody for no other pur-
pose than to get in that jail. I was in
there myself for week or SO, waiting to
be vindicated on the charge of stealing
hog. Well, one day-it was awful
warm-we sent man who was in for
murder across the street to a saloon to
bring over a trayful of drinks. We
waited for q good while, and one of us
hollered out from the jail window for the
murderer to bring over them drinks
quick, as we were suffering for them.
But he didn't come over worth cent
When Bob Huxley came in we said to
him: 'Mr. Sheriff, that murderer amt
got back yet with them drinks It was.
limited around among us that the muir
derer had lit out, but old Bob
wouldn't listen to it. He burst into
tears, and said I know that poor boy
hasn't left me. Somebody must have
kidnapped him. l am sure something
must have happened to him. Come,
boys. let's hunt him up And all the
|. iail-birda, counte1feiters and the like,
turned out and hunted that whole town
over" 80
"Did they find the missing muir
derer ?"
"Yes, we found him. It was just as
Bob said. He never ran away. He
had been kidnapped by vigilance COM
mittee and was hanging to tree. We
all came back to jail, feeling very blue.
After that we prisoners quit strolling
about town and going out hunting, but
Bob Hinkley made it so comfortable for
us that we didn't care to stroll. He had
saloon fixed up for us in the jail for
fear he might lose some of us 1T amt
often you find Sheriff taking sHch
good care of his prisoners. s2a 5sg
The speaker, having finished, got up
and strolled out. One of the ether Old
dodgers spoke up, and motioning to the
retreating form of the last speaker, said:
"He amt at himself now, but when
he was younger man, before he lost
his memory, he could lie some, 1 tel
you. He is losing his grip, powerful.
If he don't do better after while, PEG
pleewin call him Truthful Jeems. =
Galveston Ne1Os.