Alpena weekly argus. [volume] (Alpena, Mich.) 1871-1893, 1883-03-21

superintendent of hospitals, and prin
cipal of public shoots.
He had all he could do to carry
around his load of dignity. Had he
added one drink of wiskey to his bur-
den he would have been crushed to
earth.
One afternoon it became the pain
ful duty of the man of many honors
to proceed to the shanty occupied by
Wicked Jim of Arkansas, and to re-
mark to that indiviual
"James, it is the sentiment of this
ere enterprising town that you git up
and git"
"Kin you back them remarks ?"
calmly inquired the Wicked, as he
turned over in bed.
81 reckon" whispered the Judge,
as he brought two Colts to bear on
the lemon-shaped head not ten feet
away.
Wicked Jim surveyed the situation
without wink, and after the lapse of
seventy seconds he placidly remarked:
"I'll git"
"When ?"
"Soon as | can pack"
"That'Tl dew, James," observed the
Judge, and he eased down the ham,
mers of his revolvers and went away
to select site for a college.
Wicked Jim betrayed no particular
emotion as he went about his work
packing up, and at the end of an
hour when he rode his mule out upon
the Campus Martius, with all his traps
made fast to the saddle, no one could
have suspected the Vesuvins raging
in his heart. A crowd had gathered
to see him off.
Gentlemen" said the Wicked, as
he bowed TO the right and left" l spit
upon your town of Bunko. l can
build better one of sand and grease |!
1t amt fit town fur an aristocrat
like me to live in, and I've allus
knowed i'll"
AT this point three or four individ-
uals on the outskirts of the crowd be-
gan shooting, but the Wicked took no
notice of the fact as he continued:
"The lion can't partner with the
jackal! The eagle can't mate with the
buzzard Sinks, sluggers, ours, and
reptiles, gop'
Here the shooting increased one
half and one of the bullets passed
through the Wicket's hat as he raised
it and continued:
"But / will return, and when | do
look out for oceans of gore! In less
than a year I'll dump your town into
the river and hold the site fur a priv
ate graveyard! Whoop! Yip-yi!-
whoopW
The Wicked held two shooters on
the crowd as he gallOped off, and the
result was two men killed and three
wounded. A hundred bullets whizzed
around the fugative, but he turned
the bend without having received a
scratch.
Twelve months had passed away.
1t was evening when five horsemen
rode slowly into Bunko. Wicked
James rode at the head of the pro-
cession. He had come to fulfill his
promise, and there was blood in his
eye.
"How's this ere? queried the
Wicked, as the band reached the brow
of the hill and looked down upon the
town.
Gas lamps were now burning in
every direction
The procession moved down to the
spot where the Red Eye saloon had
stood year before, and again the
Wicked uttered a growl of surpise.
The saloon had disappeared, and in
its place stood q solid brick building
bearing the sign: Manufacturers
Bank"
The procession moved down to the
next corner over freshly laid pave
ment. In place of "The Can Can
Dive" was fine opera house, and
across the street was great hotel.
Like men who walk OH the steep
roof of a house, the procession moved
down to the public square. This was
the spot from which the Wicked had
taken his departure year ago. No,
it can't be. Here are blocks of stores,
a. street car line, market house,
another hotel, railroad ticket Office,
a police station, and a public museum.
The Wicked rubbed his eyes like q
man who has slept too long, and he
looked this way and that in dumb
amazement. BY and by he said:
"Boys. let's gin one old fashioned
yell and break this mirage"
They yelled in chorus.
The echo had not yet died away
when men wearing uniforms and sill
yer stars suddenly appeared, as if
rising from the earth. The Wicked
and his companions were pulled from
their. saddles and hustled across the
square into prison cells, and while
they seemed to be struggling in the