Sacramento daily record-union. [volume] (Sacramento [Calif.]) 1875-1891, 1890-11-09

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They were talking of the recent startling
disclosures made by Shinn. the outlaw, in
his confession to the authorities.
"Whew" Calculated the deacon. at
made me shudder when 1 read of the hun
dred and one crimes those desperadoes
committed. They will nodoub, be given
the record now for being the king-pin road
agents of America And still, don't you
know, there's something romantic about it
all. I can't help admiring those fellows
for their remarkable exploits, nefarious
though they were.n
YES said the commission merchant,
that's the way it struck me. l was almost
sorry they were captured"
"Um But l say" resumed the deacon,
after moments thought. were you ever
stopped by highwsymen ?"
mo. and 1 hope never shall be-"
mo? Why its awfully romantic"
Were you ever stood up by them?'
"Yes-once. l had genuine stage. stop
ping experience. 1t was something like
twenty years sgo. l was on my way from
one mining camp to another, up in Placer
county, and we had just covered about
half of the distance, when two masked
men suddenly spraDg out from the bushes
armed with shotguns, and made quick
work of u.s.
ibid they rob the passengers"
"Oh, yes; everyone of US, including my
SELF
ibid the robbers say anything to you?"
ooh, yes; one of them asked me conun-
drum"
"a conundruml What was it2'
He asked me where my money was"
"And what did you do?n
"Gave it up"
Arthur Manley is keeping up his repu.
tation.
He cropped out during the week with a
new story-not about himself this time,
but about his brother.
Arthur's brother, so Arthur says, is
ranching near Walsh's Station, and has a
first.class ranch to do it with. He has
plenty of chickens, pigs, horses, COWS, ETC.,
and an abundance of perseverance. Ar
thurs brother is very genial gentleman,
too, and has social reunions at his house
every now and then.
Among Arthur's brothers ranching i'm
plements is one particular cow-and
thereby hangs tale.
But the story is best told in Arthur's own
words, as given to reporter on car the
other day.
Something like four or five months age"
said Arthur, there was a party out al my
brothers place, and most of the guests were
city folks. As most of them did not know
much about ranch-life, they took great de-
light in going about the place with my
brother and observing how he fed the pigs
and chickens and groomed his horses. 1t
was past milking time, and thev expressed
considerable disappointment at missing an
opportunity to see COW MIXED. But my
brother was bound that they should enjoy
themselves, so he whistled up one of the
cows and babe her prepare to be remilked
for the benefit Of the guests. The bovine
evidently didn't like this idea very much
and expressed her disapprovsl when the
milking operation was about under head
way by banging my brother on the head
with her tail, and kicking over the milk
pail.
"He was mad. you bet He couldn't
swear in the presence of the ladies, but he
took as much satisfaction as he could in
giving the COW 3 punch in the ribs, snd
declaring that he wished he had COW
without tail. That was several months
ago, remember. Now, behold the sequel:
Last week that same COW had calf-a
little she-calf-a heifer, l mean. And,
would you believe it, that calf has nary a
sign of q tail-not even stump! There
must have been some fairy queen, or witch.
around some place when he wished he
had cow without tail, who shook her
magic wand and said: 1t shall be 80 ,
hey?"
And Arthur never cracked smile dur
ing the narration of this wonderful tale.
He looked to be about go years of age,
was rather seedily dressed, wore white Gal.
ways, and plug hat of the vintage of 80.
There was a peculiar CLEAN in bis eyes,
that proclaimed him crank, and the gen.
tleman who sat next to him looked dread
fully uneasy as the strange individual per-
severed in the attempt to get into converse
ton with him.
"Um-are you believer in the true doc
trines of the wherefore of the nothlng?"
said he of the ancient hat and peculiar
CLEAN.
yves" was the timorous reply. 1--WE
been sick, though, and haven't been to
church for three Sundays"
"Um-and you understand thoroughly
the howness of the WASP"
yves, sir"
"Um-and the thingness of the is?'
Eyes, I'm sure l do"
"Um-well, then, listen. Nearly two
thousand years. ago man entered this
world 10 cleanse it. His name was Jesus
Christ. He did His work, and did it we'll.
Then he died-you know how, of course
But He wasn't dead, sure enough. He
came to life again to cleanse another COM
munity, and His name this time was
He died once more
Then He came to life again, and
His name then was Buddha. Again
did He die, and again did He ap-
pear again-this time his name was Martin
Luther. And he died again, and again he
came to life. am he this time. Ny name
is Jonathan Butler. l shall die again, and
shall go on reappearing al proper intervals
cleansing the world. What do you think
of me-"
81 think you are fool" replied the har-
raised passenger, who was beginning now
to lose his temper.
"a fool !" gasped Jonathan, spriDging
to his feet and nervously tearing the few
hairs that were left on his pate. "a fool
Wah! 1t has come at last l am discov-
cred All is lost !"
And he dove headlong through the door
and escaped into the night.
The telephone girl confesses that the fol-
lowing is bit of wire dialogue that she
caught on Wednesday:
"Hellol Central"
'Helloln
please gimme Colonel Markham"
Cali right-ring 'mup!"
Hello, Colonel"
"Hellc! What is it?"
"Shake!"
THE LIME-KILN CLUB.
Brothers Clingstone Davis and Hardin
ish Smith Undergo Discipline.
From the Detroit Free Press.l
When the janitor arrived at the hall
afternoon to make ready for the
meeting he found that the bear-trap guard
ng the second landing had been sprung.
Looking about him, he found a shoe-heeI,
/ piece of steel watch chain, vest buckle
md half plug of tobacco, and he had no
.rouble in arriving at the conclusion that
mother attempt-the fourteenth-had
been made to destroy Paradise Hail. He
-aised no alarm, however, and said not
word until Brother Gardner arrived. The