The Dillon tribune. [volume] (Dillon, Mont.) 1881-1941, 1886-12-24

'o"er over his eyes, cleared his throat and
VII" the air and manner of the "Crushea
1ragedian," resumed: "Sir. Gen 1oh,
stone said, Il cannot grant your request,
0enera' Clirgman; for while admire tn.
feelings and motives which ac,uatc Won
we must remember that although your loss
ana mine would be Of little moment, the
sacrifice OF the lives in this army would
bring tears and untold SUFFERING to ,hou.
SANDS OF households. No, l cannot grant
your request, Gen. Clingman.' Then the
Judge" folded his arms like Napoleon at
St. Helena, gazed in an distracted, retro.
specuve manner at pillar of the hotel
portlco and waited for the charm TO work:
and work it did, for in less than two min.
u'es l heard the young fellow say, Judge,
let's 60 in and take something"
This sounds very tame on paper, but if
you could only have seen it! The style
the manner, the rolling Of the Rs, the
dramatic emphasis, the Edwin Forest like,
basso.profundo voice, the JUNCTION, the cool
assurance and impudence with which the
tale was told-it was really wonderful.
have given the TRIBUNE verbatim report,
only emitting the oaths which the Judge
prrfixed to every "Sir."
Possibly the TRIBUNE, in its innocent
simplicity, thinks the Judge" declined
when invited. The idea makes me laugh
aloud. When boy-anu that is deuc-d
long lime ago-1 remember hearing a tall,
Timber, florid. faced, red whiskered man
snap his fingers and sing, "Picayune But
ler's come to town" in the most inimitable
manner. He insisted on more than one
occasion, will! thumb and finger emphasis,
that the aforesaid "Butler" had "come to
to ~n," and, moreover, to make i, binding,
that, after getting :here, "he snapped his
heel right on the ground" remember in
those far away days-days full of the"smiles
and tears Of boyhood's years"-that en-.
tertained very serious doubts as tn the
identity Of Mr.. Butler, and used to wonder
why the tall man kept on repeating the
fact, ii Butler really had "come to town."
Through all the subsequent years Of storm
and sunshine l have failed to meet Plea.
yune Butler; and, to be candid, ] don't
believe he e7rr came "to town." or that he
ever will. If he ever does come, the
"Judge" may-'nind you, I say may-de.
cline. But, have wandered off the main.
road, for which crave the TR1BUNE's in.
diligence, as twas done to pluck a flower
that l saw nesting in nemory's quiet nook
The Judge decline! Decline drink De.
cline, in the language Of the immortal
Dick Swiveller, "to light the fire Of soul
with the taper of conviviality!" All! No
"the old guard never surrenders'-and
"Judge" M ne1ey Declines! AS soon ex.
pect to see Washington's monument take
wings and soar aloft into the blue empy'
rean; Gibraltar crumble from its rock
bound bed; politician tell the truth; 9
Jay bird forsake her young; a woman tell
her age; mud change to. marble; Dillon
maiden turn from her lovers proffered kiss
DR.. Mary Walker don petticoats, or ar
itinerant preacher refuse spring chicken
fried.
When last seen the "Judge" was follow
ing his "angel" in the direction Of the hote
bar At that moment the sun was slowly
sinking in the West, and the declining rays
shone full upon his mo,tled face, which
bore glad, triumphant look--a look
flushed with the pride Of victory.
Good temperance people, don't be toe
hard on the "Judge,' for, at heart, he is not
bad man; the world is full offellows in
broad cloth and jewelry who are moi
worthy to patch his worn out Shoes be
charitable, and remember that he doesn't
get hot mocha coffee, porter-hoase beef
steak. Goldfish balls, buck wheat cakes and
sausage 10 ''brace him up" these bleak De
cember mornings. Unable to get food he
takes whiskey-whiskey, which this kind
and virtuous world will hand you any day
when too busy to enquire whether you
need bread and meat. Come, let's oe
charitable.
felt glad in my heart that the Judge
"knocked that fellow outon the first round
like to see every one get what he wants
So passed down the street full OF t"oos"'
and. ere I reached the next corner, arrived
at the conclusion that any man ""o
could talk like that, without an overcoa'
or cent in his pocket, on an empty
stomach, and not knowing where or no"
lie would get his next breakfast had nerve
good nerve, to say the least of it. Indeed
7 am not sure that he hasn't the clemens
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