Kimball enterprise. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 188?-1883, 1883-07-06

dow as if in deep thought. The preach
er and entered into conversation, dur
ing which he asked my business. told
him, when he asked:
"Do the great papers buy literary
articles?"
Eyes, sir, when they are good"
"Do they paw for them liberally?"
"They do when they accept the arti-
cles."
'Well, l have got some very interest
ing subjects I could write about" he
continued, as the stage jolted along over
the rough road, making it little hard
to distinguish what he was saying. "For
five years 1 was missionary at Siam
and saw many strange and even start
ling things"
"What are these scenes you refer to?"
| asked.
"Well, the punishment Of criminals
was exceedingly strange and is worthy
of description. When person is con-
victed of crime there he is taken out up
on the public square for execution. His
neck is barred we'll down upon the shoul-
ders, and the executioner dips his fin
ger in mud and with it makes mark
upon the neck of the doomed man."
"What kind of mud?" shouted the
miner in voice like thunder-clap,
while he glared at the parson savagely.
I noticed that, although he kept peering
out Of the window, he had followed our
conversation for some time.
ga sort Of yellowish mud, replied the
preacher, evidently disturbed by the
miners look and manner. But he con
| tinued:
"The executioner then takes his heavy
| sword and with one quick and decisive
h1nyu pav tho xyintirr,' "a hno1 fro,, hi
body"
'tIts ID lie," yelled the miner,
in tones that might have been heard four
| miles. "The boys do occasionally hang
a horse-thiet there, and the town has a
| pretty bad name, but they never cut
! peoples heads Off There amt only one
sword in the whole place, and that be-
| longs to militia captain and couldn't
cut the head off a turnip."
! "But I was missionary there for five
years." meekly interposed the minister.
"And l was barber there for seven
years, and never shaved you, neither"
"My friend that cannot be; for the
| people never shave there"
"That's another one of your Internal
lies; they're as clean shaven set OF
people as thar is in the west. You're a
nice man to be giving the town bad
name after you have left it. If 1t weren't
kind of agin the fashion to hita parse n
I'd knock your head off of you fur your
lies," cried the miner, getting madden
every minute.
"My dear friend" said the minister
imploringly, and evidently much dis
turbed for his safety, "there certainly
must be some mistake. You do not
mean to say that YOU were barber in
the Kingdom Of Siam, where the people
never shave"
ooh! Thought you were talking about
Cheyenne" said the miner, as he fell
back into his chair disgusted.
| was the only man who seemed to
enjoy this amusing incident, and even I
found it good policy to show as little
disposition to laugh as possible. The
stage rolled on for miles after it occurred
and not word was spoken by any one.
The miner looked more intently than
ever out Of the window, and yet there
was not an expression on his stolid face
to indicate what his thoughts were. The
preacher looked as intently out frcm
the opposite side of the stage, and
spent my time watching the miner, look.
ing at the strange region through which
we were NEUTRALITY-SUSPICIOUS. Phil
adelphia Times.