The Rock Island Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1877-1885, 1883-01-02
The DAILY ARGUS.
THE wANDERER's RETURN
How the March Of Civilization Thwarted the
Plans of Wicked Jim.
{ From the Burlington Hawkeye.)

and carried knives ana reviewers ana SIab- /
bed and peppered each other on the slight
est provocation. The one man who didn't |
drink was slim, hungry looking N n,
whom the boys had elected for justice OF |
the peace, police justice, chief of police,
chief fugleman at fun rails, superintendent
Of hospitals, and principal OF pubic
school,
He had all he could do to cary around
lis load of dignity Had he added one
drink of whisky to his burden he would
have been crashed TO death
One afternoon it became the painful
duty of the man of many honors to pro.
coed to the shan.y occupied by Wicked
Jim of Arkansas, and remark to that indl
vidual:
tsJames, it is the sentiment of this ere
enterprising town that you git UP and git.
Kin YOU back them remaFks2" calmly
INQUIRED the Wicked. as he turned over in
bed.
Il reckon" whispered the judge, as he
brought two sfeolJs' to bear on the lemon
shaped head not ten feet away.
l. Wicked Jim surveyed the situation
without wink, and after the lapse OF
seventy seconds he placidly remarked;
! "In git ."
s'When?"
stSoon as / can pack.
| nudge. and he eased down the hammer OF
| his reyolvers and went away to select a
/ site for college
Wicked Jim betrayed no particul emo
| ton as he went about his work packing
I'D. and at the end of an hour, when he
rode his mule out, upon the Campus Mar
/ tus with all his traps made fast TO the
| saddle, no one could have suspected the
| Vesuvius raging in his heart A crowd
/ had gathered to see him oil.
/ "Gentlemen, said the Wicked, as he
bowed to the right and left, 81 spit upon
| vour town of Bunko, | can build better
one of sand and grease 1t amt fit town
fur an aristocrat like me, and I've allus
knowed itF'
At this point three Or four individuals
on the outskirts of the crowd began shoot
ing but the Wicked took no notice OF the
fact as he continued:
THE lion can't partner with the Jackali
| The eagle can't mate the buzzardl Sinks,
sluggers, ours, and reptiles, go!
Here the shooting increased one halt
and one of the bullets passed through the
Wickeds hat as he raised 1t and continued
But will return, and when | do lock
out for oceans of gore! In less than yeaI
I'l DUNN your town into the river and
hold the site fur private graveyard
Whoop Yip-yit-whoop~
The Wicked held two shooters on the
crowd as he galloped off and the result
was two mena killed and three wounded
: A hundred bullets whizzed around the
: fugitive, but he turned the bend withou
3 having received scratch.
e Twelve months had passed away. II
+ was evening when five horsemen rode
t SLOWLY into Bunko Wicked James rode
at the head of the procession. He had
come to fulfill his promise, and there was
: blood in his eye.
How is this 'ere2" queried the Wicked
i as the band reached the brow of the hill
and looked down upon the town.
Gas lamps were now burning in every
= directioni
The procession moved down to the spo
where the Red Eye saloon stood yea
before, and again the Wicked uttered {
growl of surprise.
The saloon had disappeared, and in i'll
stead was a solid brick building bearing tht
sign:
Manufacturers Bank"
The procession moved down to the mex
corner over freshly laid pavement. LII
place of The Can Can Dive" was 1
fine opera house, and across the street wal
| d great hotel.
Like men who walk on the steep roo
of a house che procession moved down II
the public square. This was the. spo
from which the Wicked had taken his de
parture a year ago. No, it can't. be
Here are blocks of stores, a street car line
II market house, another hotel, railroad
ticket office police station, and pub
v lie museuml
The Wicked rubbed bis eyes like mai
who had slept too long, and he iooke'
this way and that in dumb amazement
). By and by he said:
Boys, let's gin one old-fashloned yen
| and break this mirage.
They yelled in chorus
Tue echo had not yet died away vine
men wearing uniforms and silver stars sue
denly appeared, as if rising from the eartf
The Wicked ana his companions Wer
rs pulled from their saddles and huste
across the square into prison cells. an
while they seemed to be struggling IN th
SIS embrace of some terrible dream they wei
brought into court. and heard the ooserV
ton from a digniied Judge
! 1--WE can't tolerate such CONDUCT IN
peaceful. law abiding city like Bunke
The sentence of the court is ninety Gays
the workhouse for each one OF your