Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1886-09-30


line in the back yard. Roscommon would
continue his wiping without looking up, but
yet conscious of the presence of each customer.
"And it's not another dhrop yen git, Jack
Brown, until we've wiped out the black score
that stands agin ye." "And it's there We are,
darlint, and it's here's the bottle that's been
lukin' for We sins Saturday" "And fwhot
hev you done with the last sent We, We divil
of a McCorkle, and heres me back that's bruk
entiorely wild dipping Until the pork bari to
Civ ye the best sides, and we nding yur last
clint ON a tare into Gilroy. Whistl and if it's
fer foighting ye are, boys, there's an ILL
giant bit of sod beyant the corral, and it may
be meself III come out with shticlk and be
sociable.n
On this particular day, however, Mr. Ros4
common was not in his usual spirits, and when
the clatter OF horses hoofs before the door
announced the approach of strangers, he alb
solutely ceased wiping his counter and looked
up as DIR. Guild, the president and secretary
of the new company strobe into the shop
"We are looking said the president, "for
a man by the name of Wiles, and three
Mexicans known as Pedro, Manuel and
Miguel"
"Ye areg"
ave are!r
!. "Faix, and hope yen foind 'em. And if
yen git from 'em the score I've got agin em,
darlint, I'll add a blessing TO it,
There was laugh at this from the by
ISLANDERS, who, somehow, resented the intru-
sion of these strangers.
II fear you will find it no laughing matter,
gentlemen" said Dr. Guild, little stiffly.
"when tell you that murder has been COM
mitted and the men l am seeking within an
hour of that murder put up that notice signed
by their names" and DIR. Guild displayed the
paper.
There was breathless silence among the
crowd as they eagerly pressed around the
doctor. Only Roscommon kept on wiping his
counter.
"You will observe, gentlemen, that the
name of Roscommon also appears on this
paper as one of the original locaters"
"And sure, darlint," said Roscommon, with
out looking up, Eff ye'ee no better Evidence
agin thin boys than you have forninst me, it's
home yed betther be riding to wanst. For
it's meself as hasn't stirred fut out of the store
the day and noight-more betoken as the boys
I've sarved kin testify.n
"That's so; Ross right" chorlsed the
crowd. "We've been running the old man all
night"
"Then how comes your name on this
paper'"
20 murdher! will ye listen to him, boyss
AS if every felly that owed me a whisky bill
didn't come to me and say: AN, Misther
Roscommon,' or 'Moike,' as the case
might be, sure it's an illighant sthrike I've
made-this day, and it's meself that has put
down your name as en- original locator, and
yer fortunes made Mr.. Roscommon, and will
yer fill me up another quart for the good
luck betune you and me, All, but ask Jack
Brown over yam if it isn't sick that / am OF
his original locations"
The laugh that followed this speech, and its
practical application, convinced the party that
they had Numbered, that they could obtain
no clew to the real culprits here, and that any
attempt by threats would meet violent oppo-
ytion. Nevertheless the doctor was persistent:
"When did you sec these men lastln
"When did / see them, is it2 Bedad, what
with sarvin up the liquor and keeping me
counters dry and swate never sec them at
ALL"
"Thats SO, Ross" chorused the crowd again,
to whom the whole proceeding was delight
fully farcicaL
"Then l can tell you, gentlemen" said the
doctor, stifiy, shat they were in Monterey
last night that they did not return on that
trail this morning, and that they must have
passed here at daybreak."
| With these words, which the doctor re-
GREETED as soon as delivered, the party rode
away.
| Mr.. Roscommon resumed his service and
counter wiping. But late that night, when
the bar was closed and tho last loiterer was
summarily elected, Mr.. Roscommon, in the
| conjugal privacy of his chamber produced
a legal looking paper "Read it, Maggie
darlint, for it's meself never had the farming
nor the parts.n
Mistress Rcscommon took the paper:
"Shure, it's law papers, making over some
property to yis. o Moikel ye hav'u't been
spekilatingl"
"Whist! and fwhotz that durty gray paper
wild the sales and hourishes?"
"Faix, it bothers me intoirely. Shure it
ONT in English"
"Whist! Maggie, it's Spanish grant,"
"a Spanish grant! Moike, and what did
ye Civ for itl'
Mr.. Roscommon laid his finger beside his
nose and said softly, "Whishkyp