The Iola register. [volume] (Iola, Allen County, Kansas) 1875-1902, 1888-12-07

gravity, some Nv these yere COWBOYS
is pizon-plumb pizon! An reckless !
Wal, reckless h'ain't no name for it!
They're bad :"
His auditor shivered.
xiii a man! Jest as quick as to
eat! Durn sight quicker, some of EN-!
I've knowed-"
He paused and gazed thoughtfully at
the tall hat of his companion.
1--we knowed 'em to shoot a States
man jest fer wearin' plug hiatt"
"My stars!" shivered the passen-
ger.
"Knowed wuss'n that Wy, out on
the Soap River Range"
And Hank Bitters luridly pictured
the depravity of the cowboys of the
Soap river region.
but surely they would not harm
me-" quavered the passenger. III they
were apprised of my IDENTIFY"
which"
IF they knew who was"
"Mebby they'd let you off easy"
consoled Hank.
And when we come in contact with
them you will do your best to soothe
themp"
"rIl do what I kim" returned
Hank. g. But it s mighty finnicky BUSH
ness"
And so he worked upon the fears of
his passenger till the old gentleman
gazed apprehensively about, as if he
expected to see dozen fierce cowboys
leap from behind every bush, to make of
his person an 1mpromptu revolver-tar-
get. He was nearly ready to cry out
with alarm when, as they emerged from
the timber, he beheld Sante Fe and
his comrades careering towards them.
The yells of recognition with which
they greeted Hank, while still rods
away, sent a thrill of terror through
the old gentleman.
Tell them who l amr' he whis-
pered, hoarsely. "Tell them l am
man of peace bound on an errand of
mercyr'
"rn do the best l kim" returned
Hank, with an inward CONFUSION.
but it's mighty risky business!
They're pizon, plumb pizonr'
As the cowboys circled about the
blackboard the passenger almost gave
up all hope.
Tell themr' he whispered to
Hank
That worthy, with a tremendous
wink at Santa Fe, called out:
Don't be brash. boys! This yere
gents on his way to visit a ole-time
friend down on the Cimarron, what's
got crippled boy. As favor to me.
don't hurt him. Names Doc Bristow,
NJ. D., Nv"
WHAT" cried Posy. "A doctor?
Got yer tools an medicine along,
doc?''
Yes, SIR" quavered the physician.
Got them along" cried Posy.
"Then yer Jest"
Hold onr' broke in Santa Fe,
Posy's idea. 1--WE don't
want no botch doctor. Doc. air you
up to yer game?"
Il hardly"
81 mean, do you know yer biz? Do
you size up with the balance Nv the
doctors?"
DR.. Bristow's professional pride, up
in arms in an instant, overcame his
fears.
know my business, sir? Up with
other physicians, sir? Why, sir, can
say without particle Of boasting that
stand head and shoulders above my
rivals-head and shout
ders, sir! am the author Of"
He named a work with a sonorous
and complicated medical title, that
little or no meaning to his
hearers.
II performed, sir, one of the most
remarkable cures of the present cent
ury by restoring Senator Haywood to
vigorous health"
"B'lieve l yeared about that" said
Santa Fe. Lowed he'd die, didn't
they?"
Certainly! Ninety-nine cases out
Of every hundred thus attacked sue
cumb. Therefore am justly accorded
great credit for my almost miraculous
cure. l."
Boys" said Posy, ave want |
him.
That's what We do" agreed Reddy |
Rose.
As the cowboys reached this decision |
the party was within hundred yards |!
Of Ashburn's post-office.
Doc" said Posy, you'll have to
stop yere awhile"
The physicians air of gratiied pro-
'essional pride was instantly super
seded by fear.
"Oh, gentlemen, spare me-" he |
luavered. Il will not wear it again
# you object to its appearance
"Pearance Nv WHAT" asked Santa
Fe.
my hat-'plug,' thing you cali
t."
Hank Bitters threatened to explode
With delight, but the cowboys never
wen smiled
The physician was so loath to leave
he vehicle that he had to be dragged
'ut by force.