Great Falls tribune. [volume] (Great Falls, Mont.) 1885-1890, 1886-12-18
One Time it Didn't Work.

One Ine 1t DiGnI work.
Many and varied were the tricks upon
travellers played years ago by "ye honest
miner The trouble and even expense
gone to at times, showed plainly that their
appreciation Of a joke was hearty. and III
their estimation worth all it might cost. In
one of the old Pacific coast camps grave
varding' was the trick resorted to. To
take down a peg, any too fresh arrival
from the outside world. The better his
clothes We're and the more style ne put on
the surer was he to become sooner or later
the victim. Subjects upon whom to prac-
tice We're rather scarce one summer, when,
as if providence sent, there came a young
man into camp, upon whose faultless attire
the eyes of the practical jokers gazed with
unbounded pleasure. Here was a victim
at last. Upon making his acquaintance
however it was discovered that a more IN
assuming fellow could not we'll exist. Al
though a decidedly tasty, in fact exquisite
dresser he never mentioned the subject
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dismissed as soon as possible. Money he
had, and spent it literally. but without os-
tentation. Afable. agreeable, gentleman
", fond of fun, at times jolly, the boys felt
that they had sized up the man for far less
than his true worth. at was almost a
pity they said, but the faultlessly fitting
trousers, the speckless. fashionable hat, the
ever brightly polished boots, the spotless
shirt and cuffs and the well trained neck
tie were too much for them. SO just for
fun. he was to be initiated. The fandango
over in SpanishtoWn became the subject
of conversation and as was expected he
needed but little coaxing and was willing
to go with the boys to the dance, where
blacl-eyed, olive skinned damsels broke
cGscarones on the heads of gentlemen they
admired, and left gold and silver tinsel
among the locks of those with whom they
wished to dance. They Went, and the
stranger enjoyed himself. Together they
left the fandango for the town. Tom
who was lame. and not dressed for the
dance. took the strangers ARM and before
long the others were a little way ahead
and plotting. Dick went ahead and secret
ed himself and pistol behind the grave
yard fence. Harry had the other pistol
from which one load had purposely been
fred. at the sound of Dicks shot hur-
riedly would they turn back and over the
PROSTATE form Q sTom, charge the strang-
er with his death, find? the pistol, and
upon its evidence treat the suspect
ed party with such vigorous atten-
tons that his fine clothes would car
ry off upon them proof of their
intimacy with the dust of the road. Tom
as the graveyard was being passed was in
the midst of a glowing description of a
famous Spanish beauty, when-bang! and
he dropped in the middle of the road APP
parently as dead as a herring. Bang! bang!
and two bullets whizzed most uncomfort-
ably near to Dicks head. The crowd
prompt totheir cue had turned with threats
and accusations, ready to overwhelm their
SfCNill. "iteI Il ittuCi1 l1esSeugSI Tore UP |
the dust in front of them, followed in
quick succession by another. There was
a change Of base and suddenly too. The
attacking party, were now the attacked,
retreat at double quick was the order Of
the night. Twenty minutes after the first
arrivals, came Tom and the stranger into
tho hiu saloon from whence thev had
started out. Tom was a sight to behold,
dust from the crown Of his head to the
sole of his feet, ears, eyes, nose and even
mouth full. The stranger took down the
feather buster and removed the dust from
his boots, licked an atom of dust from his
lapel and with a bland smile said, 3the
cigars are on you Tom-a strong one