The Washburn leader. [volume] (Washburn, McLean County, N.D.) 1890-1986, 1891-12-26
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The Girl Was Not There. but shU
Work Was Very Well Done.

The Girl Was Not There. but thu
Work Was Very Well Done.
Her part in this little history is not
yet known to me.
Ihad put up forthe night at saylsrs-
vile, McGofin County, Eastern Ken
lucky. had travelled far on horse
back during the day, and was very
tired. Consequently, az Don as I had
finished a cigar after supper I told the
landlord I'd like to be shown to my
room. Ihad got to bed and vas just
pushing of from the shore of wakoful-
ness, when I vas startled by q loud
voice in the Office Immediately below.
"say, landlord" shouted the voice,
"iz Jim Williams hur?"
eyes," returned the landlord.
"Whar il he?"
"Up-stairs."
'.Tell him I'd like ter see him."
"He's gone ter bed"
"No matter eff he il, I've come sever
al miles ter see him. Go up an toll
i'm that I wan ter see him on that ar
little business"
The landlord. arose, with consider
able noise, and proceeded to carry the
message.
Up the cracking stairs he came, and
knocked at a room door adjoining
mine.
"Hello!' sounded a sleepy voice,
what yer want. haigh?"
"Thar's e Teller down stars -
wants ter see ye, jim"
sDave Martin"
"What does he want?"
"Didn't say, only he wanted ter SEQ
ye on that ar little biziness."
The man in the room smacked his
chops sleepily, and after scratching
and yawning for a few seconds said:
"Oh, vas; I know about what he
wants. Go back an tell him ter
please 'scuse me till mornin'. hain't
had no sleep fer two nights, an am
erbout tired to death. Tell him ter
stay all night, an I'll pay his bill.
We can then settle the little business
when mornin' comes"
The landlord went down, the fellow
wheeled back in bed, struck q good
stiff snore and kept up the gait all
night.
The next morning when Invent down
stairs 1 entered the saloon and saw q
fellow sitting at the stove with ST.
lent but very comfortable expression
athletic-looking mountaineer of about
80. l sat admiring the fellows physi-
cal makeup for some time, when a
heavy step fell on the platform in
front.
Looking toward the door 1 saw an
other man of about 80, smaller than
the one inside, but very compactly
built, ruddy and handsome.
He entered with acareless, uncertain
swing of his new boots, and, letting
his eye fall on the man at the stove,
his face lit up with sudden animation,
and he cried out:
"Hello, JIM"
"Hello, Dave" ~carelessly returned
the man at the stove.
"Jim,' spoke the other, 'cum out
here a mint, less settle that ar little
bizness."
Gail rights" returned Dave, getting
up slowly, and throwing himself back
to give birth to a deep yawn, "but
cum upsfust and git sumthin'."
Don't keer if / do"
"This is purity good truck" said
Jim, with a smack of the lips after
drinking.
"Pirty good" spoke Dave, wiping
his mouth.
The two men walked out.
I thought nothing more about them
until my ear was Jared with q loud
explosion on the outside.
hastily walked to the door and
out on the platform.
Two men were lying on their backs
within 10 feet of each other, each
holding % smoking pistol i'll his right
hand. The landlord came out now,
and we went to the PROSTATE men.
They were dead.
"They've settled their little business,
I see" he remarked, quietly.
eyes," | returned nervously. dts
awful bad, isn't it?"
"What is?" he asked, wonderingly.
"The shooting"
&c don't call it bad shootin' er tall.
Each Teller is plugged squar between
the eyes. l call it good."-Philadel-
phia Press.
THE HAT ON AND OFF.