Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1882-08-09

tial man in San Antonio was an alleged
desperate named Bob Augustine. Boh
came to San Antonio with a fearful
record. He enjoyed the reputation Of
having killed a dozen or so of men, and
was respected accordingly. While h
was IN San Antonio he did not rgduce
the census at all, but that was not his
fault. He had seductive way of
drawing his eighteen-inch Arkansas
toothrlck and examining it critically
with sinister smile while humbly re-
questing the loan of So. Thus it was
that Bob went about acquiring wealth
and warm friends, but created no fu
nerals. There we've rumors that Bob
was playing bluff, but that was after
he had marched away.
1t was during the reign of Bob Au-
CUISINE, ''the long range roarer of the
Calaveras canyon" as he faniliarly
called himself, that young man from
Boston, named John Winthrop, came
to San Antonio, presumably IN search
of health, as he brought very little with
him. He was far gone in consumption,
and nothing but the fact that he had
but a short time to 1--we, unless the
climate of Western Texas saved him, III
duced HIM to come to San Antonio. As
everybody carried a pistol, Winthrop
did not care to Insult public decency by
gong unarmed. Besides, such course
might as seriously interfere with his
restoration to health as putting ON q
clean shirt.
HIS Puritan training caused him to
revolt at the idea of carrying firearms,
so he resOrted to artifice. He wore a
holster, but instead of keeping q pistol
in it he had his cash funds stored away
in it. and nobody was the wiser for it.
On the contrary, Winthrop was looked
up to by the best citizens Just the same
as If he was loaded down with deadly
weapons. OF course everybody tried to
make the stranger from Massachusetts
feel as comfortable as if he was at home;
so he was told all about Bob Augustine,
the long-range roarer, at least ten times
a day, and he was advised not to be par
ticular IN asking security for the debt
III case the roarer wanted to borrow
small loan, unless he, Winthrop, did not
wish to regain his health.
As might have been expected, the
long-ranged Roarer called on Winthrop
to collect his usual assessments on
strangers. Winthrop was of the opiu-
ion that if he would save his life and lose
all his money he would be doing un-
usually well The long-ranged Roarer's
idea was to chase the blue-belLed YAM
kee around the room for time or so,
collect s. or SO, and perhaps make some
ear-marks, a la Whitaker, so he would
know him i'll crowd, if he should meet
him again.
The long-range Roarer sauntered into
Winthrop's room at the hotel, but be-
fore the desperate could open his mouth
or draw a weapon the unfortunate Yam
kec threw back his coat and with
trembling fingers tugged at his pistol
holster to get at his money to appease
the won d-be assassin. On the other
hand, as soon as the Roarer saw Win
throp trying to get out his pistol he
turned as pale as ghost. The alleged
desperado's knees knocked together, the
cold sweat boiled all over HIM, and he
extended his hand and said tremblingly:
Don't draw, good Mr.. Yankee L
was only trying to fool you. My bcld
Arka1saw heart beats for you, my boy.
/ Jest wanted to teach you lesson.
Never let any darEed galoot get the
drop on you, if anybody insults you,
Jest tell them that Bob Augustine, the
Roarer, is your friend"
Winthrop. who was more scared, if
possible, than the Roarer, replied
''Ol I'll give you what you want, and
kept on tugging the holster, which
came unbuckled.
With yell of dismay the desperate
passed out through the window, carry
ing off the sash, and ran down Com
Hodore street, the principal thorough
fare, with the sash on his neck, howling,
Police police, closely pursued by
Winthrop, who kept on tugging at the
hostler, trying to get out his money,
he believing that the desparado was
running to his room to procure shot
gun with which to commit murder.
Ali that afternoon Winthrop kept on
hunting the Roarer to purchase peace
on any terms, and the Roarer hid him.
self to avoid the pistol of the Boston
man. Next morning the long-range
Roarer of the Calaveras canon was
missing and Winthrop was the hon of
the day for having run off the terror of
the Alamo City.