The Dalles daily chronicle. [volume] (The Dalles, Or.) 1890-1948, 1891-04-21
BILLKINNY, ,OFDRY FORK

Bill Kinny, of Dry Fork, killed prom
inent man of the community, and the
authorities, after some little medita-
ton, decided that he ought to be arrest
ed. But Bill objected, and when three
deputy sheriffs called on him he laid
. Winchester rifle across one corner of his
homestead, killed one of the deputies
and so painfully wounded the other two
that they strolled back to the Shady
Grove court house. Several days later,
while Bill was sitting in front of his
door, Mark Townsend, the sheriff in
chief, walked up to the fence and lazily
placed his arms on the top rail. Bill
reached back and took up his rifle.
''Good. mornin', Bill"
eli, Mark
'fHad good bit of frost last night
''Yas, ruther. Which way you trav
elm, Mark?'
''Oh, no way in particular. Lowed
Iey0u mout be lonesome, an l thought I'd
drap over and talk with you while
Don't make no difference how lively a
Teller is he's apt to get lonesome once in
while, specially this time of the year
''I reckon that's true,'' Bill replied
'.Some fellers come out here the other
day, and one of them got so lonesome
that he just natchully had to lay down."
$50 L hearn," said the sheriff. by
the way" he added, ''them fellers that
yon speak about wanted you to go to
Shady Grove with them, didn't they?'
''Yas, they lowed that jedge down
thar wanted to make my acquaint-
ance."
''You don't say sol" exclaimed the
sheriff. wy, the jedge is a mighty big
man, an I'd think you'd like to meet
him, Bill
81 would, but you see l amt in 90
ciety this year.
''Sorter retired, air your"
''Yas, thought l was a-gettin' a leetle
too old fur the bright foolishness an yal-
Ter trimmins of this here life."
'Yes, that mout be-" the sheriff re-
piled. "A feller does withdraw might
lily as he gets along in age; but, say, the
jedge is a friend of mine an waht you
to meet him.
mo. I'm obleeged to you. l never
hankered after these here fellers that
pride themselves on their book larnin'. -
II don't exactly crave them," the
sheriff rejoined, ''walloping" his tobacco
about in his mouth, ''but still I think
we ought to meet them once in a while
DuL say, Dill, d uldn QOWn at
Shady Grove that l do want you to
meet"
"Who is hep
''Sam Powers"
''He's the jailor, amt he?"
''Yes, an the best one you ever SEEN -
$50 they say" Bill replied, fondling
his rifle. I'm fact, them fellers that
was here the other day wanted me to
meet him
$50 1 hearn," said the sheriff; .but l
Flowed that mebby they didn't extend
the invertaJion in a soft and gentle
enough way"
-'Oh, didn't have no fault to find with
the invertation. jest didn't wanter go,
an sorter pulled back little, an then
one of them lasI down an the other two
imped nightly"
$50 hear1a," said the sheriff Still
] thought there mout be a easier an
smoother way of putin the invertation.
Gentleness always pays. You can some
times lead a man with string of beads
when you couldn't drive him with a
hoop pole. You recollec old Wash
Bowles, that was once the sheriff of this
county, don't your
mighty we'll"
'Ah, hal Well, that old feller had
more gentleness and consideration fol
the feelins of other folks than any mar
lever seen. One time he had to hang
feller named Brice, an Brice sorte1
kicked against it, bein' feller that was
hard to please anyhow, so Wash, in thai
soft way of hisn, stepped up to put OF
the rope, an says, 'Brice, you'll please
excuse me, but I'll not detain you but
moment So thought that if I'd come
~1ox
smooth gentleness you mout accept tn,
jailer's invertation to come an spend
while with him."
mo, I'm obleeged to you. 1 dom
care about goin' today. I've got to g,
over the ridge an whip Teller tomor
rer, an if don't do it I'm Altered b.
IA mout be disappointed. Well, now
Mark" he added, ''ef you amt got NJ
further business with me reckon you't
better be shown along"
''But l have got some further bust
ness with you, Bill want you to g
with me an see the jailer."
''Wall, 1 amt goin'."
'I lowed you would, Bill"
"You don't say so."
sYas, an / want you to go with me.
"How many men did you bring wit
your
None at all, but You air a-goin'."
'Mebbe; after all these here cartridge
IL shot off"
mo, thought you would go wit
me without having to waste any of tn
cartridges. You know the price c
brass an powder hav riz mighty of late.
"Oh, now here, Mark, / don't car
nOthin' for expenses. / don't min
shootin' few balls into Teller ths
wants to put me in jail and afterwar