Western Kansas world. [volume] (WaKeeney, Kan.) 1885-current, 1890-01-25

once, of which I shall tell
One afternoon in June, when the
dark-green hills and shady valleys
looked unusually tempting and made
me long to be fish, or squirrel, OF
a grasshopper, anything than printer
at SO a week, he came into the Office,
stuck his elbow on a half galley OF
small plea, and pied stick-full of his
leader, "The True Solution of the
Negro Question" 1 wet the matter
and began Strengthening 1t up. He
said:
"Say, Eph, I've got an idea"
eff you have you stole it, said 1 to
myself; to him answered:
what is it?"
you're a good printer and can write
purity well. When I left town last
spring to keep way from the Gran
jury, your work you done then was
well spoke of by the patrons of the
Eagle"
well, what's the idea?" I said, as I
distributed the pi.
"This new town out here, where
they've put the cotton factory, needa a
paper. I've got more stuff here than 1
want. S'pose you take some of it, and
one of them presses, and give 'em one ?"
Invent. Begonia was the name of
the place. It was in the woods, seventy
five miles from a railroad A hole a
mile square had been cut in the forest,
and in it the town was built. The
factory stood at one end, up to the
front of which ran two rows of red
houses, beginning at the other end.
Around these were scattered the COM
mercial and social portions of the COM
munity. It was a wild business ven
ture, [ thought, to start a factory
there, but considered my own scheme
and said nothing.
The city" was not incorporated, and
hilarious people had therefore wide
field for the exercise of their predilec-
ton. The Border Se71ti7I9l-that was
the name of my paper-did not assume
pious role, but it occasionally adj
monished the boys to keep their prac-
teal jokes for the vulgar multitude.
This admonition was first wrung from
me by the fact that one evening they
made target of my signboard. They
laughed at my warning, and said some
thing about dumping my old shop into
the road. On certain Saturday when
they had been unusually atrocious they
wound up their entertainment by shoot
ing an old negro's mule and sending
me the ears. The next issue of the
Sentinel contained this paragraph:
Hank Best, Jim Costing, and another mule
become engaged in a personal alteration in
front of lobe Canield's saloon last Saturday
evening. The trouble grew out of a wager be-
tween them as to which could bray the lOudest
We could not get all the particulars of the
affair, but it seems that the other mule make
some funny remark about Hank and Jim and
got the laugh on them with the crowd They
got mad pulled their pops, and in less time than
it takes to tell it the poor other mule fell NOR
tally wounded and died in few minutes. But
it seems that Hank and Jim lost each an ear in
the fracas, for friend of ours, who went over
the ground soon after the fight, picked up two
ears-and they are both left ones. They now
in our possession, and having been previously
well done" in alcohol there is no need for us to
submit them to the preserving process. If Jim
calling at our Office.
Working in the spinning department
of the factory was a little red-headed
girl, with flbert-colored eyes, and a
peach-blow complexion, partly hidden
beneath layer of brown freckles. 1
boarded with her mother, who was a
girl, Imean. One night was "mak-
ingup"-not to the girl but the forms,
at the Office. The weather was clear
and cold, with starlight. had justi-
fed the last column, and was washing
my hands, when there was knock at |
the door. 1 have as much grit as the |
ordinary printer man, but that knock |
scared me. The door was locked. |
Pistol in hand, walked to the front, |
and, in the most composed voice 1 |
could assume, asked:
who's there?"
%It's me-"
If man loves woman, her gram
NAUTICAL inaccuracies are pleasing |
eccentricities. When he hears them |
at midnight, instead of the asssssin's |
whisper he is fearing, they are sweeter
than music. The voice was Elias
that was her name. l laid down my
pistol, opened the door, and took her
in my arms.
20, good gracious, Mr.. Lester, do
you think 1 came all the way from
home this time of night to let you hug
me?"
NO, Ella, but"
1 stopped short,S for I saw she was
very pale.
whats the matter, Ella?" asked.
@Its ies' this, Mr.. Lester. You're in
awful danger. Hank Best and Jim
Gosling's fixin' to kill you. Mammals
sick, an / went to the comp'ny store to
git some medicine. When 1 passed
the blacksmith shop heard your name
spoke. 1 stopped and listened. Jim
Gosing, he said: All right, boys. I'll
sot fire to his Office tonight, and we
kin git the drap on i'm Tomorrow eff
he 's1nuates anything erbout it."
@The constable lives two miles from
here" said. my nearest neighbors
are of the Hank and Jim kind. You
go home, Ella, and I'll stay here and
see Jim set fire to the Border Sentinel
Office"
mo, no" she pleaded; @if you stay
here, 1 viii, too.
aBut, think. What viii people
say
Il don't care what they say, when L
know I'm right"
A gust of wind blew the door open
and put the light out.
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