The Arkansaw traveler., 1885-01-17

"Ayer observed Mir. Hannifin cosdly, SWhen you spoke of the Saviour Eais- ing the ante, explained the judge.
 Raising the hlsnd. not the anse," re- sponded Mr. Hanni6n.
 hut I think is was the dead," 1" persisted the judge.
 ~PeFhaps SO, bat il must have been iu some other game" said Mir. Hanni6n. He disliked arRuments based on works of reference, in which he catalogued the bible.
 "That was big where you got In aboa, Pete with hollow around his head, pFac- using his fingers and fetching a ringer every shot. Ted the applapse fer that solo, now you hear me! How'd you get onto that, Denis r
 Pete telled me afterwards" returned Denis.
 Did you see him, or dream mIs asked the judge, ssiak his ts!eaa un- easily.
 "Seen him,s replied MT. Hannl6n, sentensiously, seen him twice a week since he croaked. Seen him to- night!"
 There was a nervous shu utiirng of feet, and all eyes were bent on Mir. Hannifin
 "Me and him has $at onto his grave and talked about it over hundred times" continued Mir. Hannifn, settling himself into an easier position, and re- garding his audience calmly. "But l soared onto Pete tonight. Me and him is friends no mofe."
 "Dye mean that he comes oat of his grave ?" demanded the judge.
 The same." retorted Mir. Hanni6n. And he was 60 obviously in earnest that his auditors saw that he meant and be- lieved what he said, and they drew closer together. "Leastways, his spirit comes and we have It cut handy" concluded Mir. Hanni6n. But no morel No more Him and the coyotes can stick oa: :oSe.he: nc~."
 "What was it, Denis1' inquired the judge, persuasively. Something wrong about the deal?"
 No" gros led Denis, his instincsive love of justice frothing to the surface. |" He put me unto a good many rackets that winned every time, but he done q trick tonight that ends it with me and Pete!"
 Didn't representp Something oi ,ha. kind ?" asked the judge.
 q, was this way'S said Mr. Hanntip s,crnly, rising from his chair and dis closing marvellous problems in subrac- ton as to the back of his clothes. Pete was sitting on his grave, and was lean ing over the headstone, and me and him was talking about the feller which come up from the hills to open a school in stud poker. heard the coyotes all around, but didn't pay no attention. They vas crowdinE in closer, ba; Pete ~ss laugh ing at the game we set up, and was chipping along with a cackle now and then to save what had in.
 "'Coyotes pretty thick tonight, Denis,' he says, after awhile. Yes says. and then l looked around and could sec their eyes shining
 |" Bad place for us, Pete,' says. 'What'll we do1'
 "Well,' he says, it's pretty late, and
 What dye think he done i''
 "What" demanded the judge.
 He jest dropped backwards into the hole, and pulled the grave right over himp
 "And what did you do 2" asked the judge "a little disconcerted.
 "l dealt myseli righ, out towards town, and them coyotes coming into the game as fast as was. See them clothes? Them coyotes got the rest, and they got it right outside the doorP You think Pete fixed IL up to set 'em on you," suggested the judge.
 Not he,' retorted Mir. Hanni6u, with disdain. He wasn't that kind. Blu, why didn't he invite me into the grave when he seen what fix was in That's what sours me. A man who don't know no more about hospitality than tha, don't get another dog-on visit out of Hanntin, not until this kind of clothes becomes fashionable 1"
 "That's so," muttered the judge. And another silence tell, broken only by the sharp, angry bark of the distan, coyotes, out by the cemetery. And still the clouds of smoke rolled up along the ceiling in the futile hun, for some place to stain.