The Dillon tribune. [volume] (Dillon, Mont.) 1881-1941, 1886-06-12
SILENCE JORDAN'S FATE.
A FAIRY STORY OF CINCINNATI
LIFE IN THE SPRING OF '4o.

A FAIRY STORY OF CINCINNATI
LIFE IN THE SPRING OF '4e.
How "a Desperate Terrorized the Worthy
Citizens of Porkopolis-A Had Party
aasl No Mistake-The Little Drummer
from, the East-Nemesis.
"Why, bless your heart" the colonel
went on to say, II have seen thirty stall.
wart men engaged in conversation on
matters of public import, and, would you
believe it? although the subject under dis.
cussion was pursued for eighteen hours,
not a man in the crowd dared utter u word
but Silence Jordon! The way he terror
lied the worthy citizens of this good city
was something marvellous beyond com.
pare. He would enter the most palatial
residence in town, and, after kicking the
elegant and costly chandeliers to pieces,
he would compel the inmates Of the house
to prepare him the most elaborate meal
that money and industry could devise
Then he would kick the top of all the
pianos in the house, and lie down in the d.
lapitlatcd instruments for an after-dinner
nap with his boots on. When he walked
down the street the horse-ca had to leave
the trucks and travel on the opposite side
Of the street selected by him for prone
made.
HE was bad party, and no mistake.
But what ! started to tell you was this:
An effeminate-looking young fellow emf
ployed as travelling salesman for I'm east
ern house reached town one day. He met
Silence Jordan, the riproaring terror of the
mississippi valley, and the terror asked
him what his name was. The drummer
replied that it was Willie Phillips A look
OF inetfable disgust swept over the entire
pnysiognomical contour of the bully.
what are you doing here, sonny?"
growled the hitleous wretch.
"None Of your Internal -- business!'
was the astounding reply, and the little
drummer at the same moment nonchal.
antly struck III oltl-tashioned lucifer
match. The crowd assembled stood para.
lyzed with fear as the gigantic ruffian
began to gather himself up for spring
ut his helpless prey. AS the ilame
spiuttered Oh the end OF the match
held by the diminutive drummer he
Tipped the stick with one OF his deli
cate lily-white fingers, and u tiny globule
Of the birthstone shot fairly and sGuarely
into the left eye of the pontlerolls
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the 14iliputian from the face of the earth
ANOTHER SPARK or FIERY BIRTHSTONE.
las the burly hummer clapped both
hands upon the optic that received the ter
rible shock the little drummer tipped the
match once more. aud another spark of
the fiery birthstone flew with melci'ess
precision slap-dab into the other eye of the
murderous tiend, who now. instead of
seeking to devour the puny boy that stood
before him coolly lighting II cigarette was
rolling on the sidewalk writhing in the
most painful agony, yelping with all the
power of his tremendous lungs the while
he endeavored, but futilely, to allay the
agOnizing misery that was racking his
very soul and dethroning his reason itself
never witnessed more terrible specta-
ale i'll all my varied experience US a trav-
eler and observer of men and things. His
powerful frame shivered and swayed, and
his pondero1ls limbs threshed about like
unto the wild gyrations Of the hitieous cut
tie . fish in mortal combat. His
piercing screams resounded afar. and
and soon the entire population
gathered to witness the mac! rawlings and
violent contortions of the erstwhile mon
arch of hell. But there was none SO poor
to do him reverence, and soon it was dis
covered that the proud vulture of few
minutes before was blind-stone blind.
"When the joyous ,idings of the awful
fate of the autocratic enemy Of the citizens
of our beautiful burg were spread around
a glad shout of victory rent the air, and
the bontires We're lighted and the bells
pealed in token of the happy dcliverance
from the plague that had blighted the
whole city. For, finding that his vocifer-
GUS pleadings for aid and assistance in the
shape of an eye-wash were unheedei, 81.
lence Jordan staggered to his feet, and
quaking in his frightful agony, remarked
that it was bridge time with him, and
striding to the Suspension, flung himself
into the turbulent waters below. never to
rise again. "-Cincinnati Enquirer
The Persians' Fear Of Night Travel,