Arizona republican., 1890-06-22

Verde. It was no uncommon thing for a hundred teams to be there at one time, loading and waiting for loads. There was no place of amusement for the teamsters, outside of the saloons, and there, in the evening they would gather to drink, play cards and tell stories of the big loads that they hauled when they were driving So X Sos bell team.
 ONE night there was a big game of poker in one of the tent saloons opposite the depot. This game had lasted since the night before. The stakes were high but it seemed impossible for any one of the four players to get much ahead. The saloon was crowded and the air was blue and dense with smoke and whiskey | fumes.
 At intervals some one of the players would fling the cards on the floor, and with an oath at his ill-luck he would call for new deck. This had been done so often that the floor beneath the table was covered with old cards.
 ONE of the players was Harry Jones, an ex-Ph9nix lawyer. Small in body, smaller in brains, and smallest in legal learning, he was big in brag, bigger in bluster, and biggest in skinning men, whether with Jacks or Juries. |
 AT last, by tripping four kings over four aces, Jones got left. The instant that he saw the aces, he exclaimed fiercely, "No you don't! That's fraud, you - -" With one hand he grabbed for the money and with the other he went for his six-shooter.
 But the other fellow knew his business and had the money corraled before Jones got there. Out came the gun | Ca 45) and with an upward motion of his hand and big oath, the lawyer was ready to kill. Just at that instant some one struck up the muzzle of the pistol and the ball was discharged through the roof.
 Then the crowd cleared out and that tent was empty in less than minute.
 
 THE same evening little later there was scuffie over on the track. Going over to investigate the crowd found an old sick Chinaman lying on the track with his throat cut from ear to ear. It was a ghastly sight. The red blood spurted from the arteries of his neck in great streams.
 Thus do Chinamen remove their burdensome invalids.
 THE next day Lawyer Jones again met his man, and again met disaster. The eye that he got was the blackest in the annals of Maricopa. That evening he left for Tucson and the South, never to return.
 THIs was during the era of Dennis Kearney and the landlotters. On account of the killing of the old China man, the town was treated to part of an anti-Chinese harangue. But it was never finished Paddy Malone, lime burner of Mcdowell, mason of Phoenix, and orator of MaricOpa, was the speaker. During the day he announced the meet | ing, and when night came, every man in town was there. A large barrel had been provided for the occasion, and on it, at the proper time, Paddy Malone took his stand. He had borrowed long tailed black coat about three sizes too large for him, and with it, various drinks, also too large for him. "Ladies and gentlemen" said he, "the Chinese must go.
 They're coorse to Arizona, the murtherin pig-tailed haythens. They're rooinin' our counthry-," and so on for few minutes, to the great amusement of the crowd.
 THEN some jokers crowded up near the barrel and with a great demonstra- tion of approval of the speech, hung a bunch of tire-crackers to Malone's coat tail. In an instant the fuze burned and bang went the crackers. Malone turned ronnd, smelled the powder, and fell off the barrel. The look of mingled surprise and disgust that came over his features as he turned around, have never seen equalled.
 The fall of Malone was the end of Kearneyism in Maricopa, and the Chinese restaurants and laundries did a good business there for years afterward. l
 Now THE sage brush and mesquite are growing where the old town stood, and the jack-rabbit and coyote hold undis- puted possession.
 It must cause smile on the strong features of Montezuma, up there on the eternal mountain, just to the northward, when he looks down upon this proof of the uncertainty of the endeavors of these latter day mortals.