The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1891-06-24
NAVAJO J0E'S HARDLUCK
wAGERED his LIsE ON TIE ACE
AND THE CARDS SPLIT.
Cinnabar Demanded bis Blood He
Had Let Daylight Through Mongol
When He Wasn't Looking.

Had Let Daylight Through Mon1ol
When He Wasn't Looking.
From the Pittsbltrg Dispatch
Navajo Joe was out OF luck. Ordinarily
his vagaries were not regarded in Cinnabar.
His frequent appearances in the single street
In a voluntary of nice feats Of horseman-
chip coupled with an exhibition of pistol
shooting, in which old tomato cans and
pessee beer bottles figured as targets, had
heretofore excited no more baleful ssnti-
ment in the CinnabAr bosom than disgust.
"Shootin' up the town whole lot" was
the name for this engaging pastirne as
given by Navajo Joe, and up to date the ex-
ercise had passed unchallenged.
But to-day 1t was different. CAMPS like
individuals have moods; now light. now
dark, and so it was with Cinnabar. just at
this time Cinnabar was experiencing a wave
of virtue. This may have come spontane-
ously from the germs of order which, after
all, dwelt sturdily in the Cinnabar breast.
1t might have been excited by the presence
of pale party of eastern tourists, Just now
abiding at the o. K. hotel, and who the
rather sanguine sentiment of Cinnabar
credited with meditating large investment
of treasure in her rocks and rills. But
whatever the reason Cinnabar virtue was
certainly aroused to unusual nights: a con-
dition of the public mind which made it a
lad day for Navajo Joe.
A HOT DAY IN CINNABAR.
The angry sun smote holly in the deserted
causeway of Cinnabar. The public was
within doors. The Gold Mine saloon and
its sister hostels, the dance hall aud the Full
Blown Rose were thriving nightly. Those
games known to the world as monte, high
ball and faro, and which generally pos
5acca1 ohsnrhiuey fnk fOr
drowsy and dull enough, but the counters
whereat the citizen of Cinnabar gathered
with his peers in absorption of the incau-
tious drinks of the place were fairly sloppy
from an excess of trade. Notwithstanding
the torrid heat, this need not sound
strangely. Cinnabar leaning was strongly
homeopathic. "Simila Similibus Curan-
tur, said Cinnabar, and when it was blaz-
ing hot drank whisky.
But to-day there was further reason for
this consumption. Cinnabar was excited.
and this provoked thirst. Navajo Joe
rendering himself prisoner to Jack Moore,
rescue or no rescue, had by order of that
sagacious body, been conveyed by his cap
tor before the vigilance committee, and was
about to be tried for his life. What was
Navajo Joe's immediate crime9 Certainly
not grave one. Ten days before it would
hardly have earned a comment But to-
day, In its spasms OF virtue, and sensitive
in its memories of the erratio courses of
Navajo Joe aforetime, Cinnabar had gravely
and grimlv taken possession of that volatile
gentleman for punishment. He had killed
Chlnaman. 1t happened thus:
NAVAJO JOE HAD PRESSED THE LIMIT.
"Yere comes that prairie dog. Navajo
Joe, all spraddled out,n said Bill Tut q
short half hour before. He was perrin
from the window of the Gold Mine saloon at
-. L s-ll. L l. a
noise OF hoofS, and there was sense of injury
disclosed in the tone born Of the awakened
virtue of Cinnabar.
ut looks like this yere camp never can
assoome no airs, said Rose wood Jim, in a
dlstempered way, "but this yere rniser'ble
Joe comes chargin' up to queer itn
AS he spoke that offending parsonage, un-
conscious Of the great change in Cinnabar
morals, swept up the street, emitting glad~
some and ecstatic whoops and whirling his
pistol on his foretnger like a wheel of light
tourist stood in the door of the hotel
smoking pipe in short, brief puffs of
establishment and reviewing the amazing
performance. Navajo Joe at once and
abruptly halted, and, gazing for q dis
gruntled moment on the man from the
east, took the pipe from its owners Mortified
mouth and placed it in his own.
"Smokin' of pipes" he vouchsafed in con-
degradin', and don't you do it no more in my
presence. Pm mighty sensitive that away
about pipes an don't aim to tolerate 'em
none whatever
This solution of his motives seemed en-
flrely satisfactory to Navajo Joe. He sat
putting and gazing at the man bereaved,
While the latter stood dumbly staring with
Amorsel Of the ,,ravlshed meerschaum still
between his lips. What further might have
flowed in the way of oratory or overt acts
may not be stated, for the thoughts Of the
guleless Joe suddenly received new direc-
ton.
INTERRUPTED BY 4 ROBBED MoNGoL.
Just then a Chiaaman, voluminousiY
robed, emerged from the New York store,
whittier he had been drawn by dint of
soap.
"Whatevsr is this yere suds sloppin'
Mongol doln' in camp I'd like for to known
inquired Navajo Joe, disdeinfully. II
tnore leaves orders when Pm yere last for
the lmmejit removal of all sech.n
20, WE'LL" he continued in tones Of
weary and bitter reflection, "I'm the only
public spirited man in camp, so all this we're
work falls naeheral to me. I'll jest have to
make an example OF this perticlar speciment
TO let 'em know whatever a Caucasian is,
anyhow
Then came the short, emphatic utterance
OF six-shoorer, a puff of smoke which
vanished quickly in the hot air, and the
next census was short one Chinaman.
Navajo Joe had shot the Chinaman to
death.
Then came the brief order from Arm
strong, the chief of the vigilance committee,
TO Jack Moore. That gentleman proRered
Winchester first and request second, and
navajo Joe, realizing fate, at once surren-
dered
"Of course. gents" said Armstrong, apol-
ogetically, as he convened the vigilance
committee in the New York store, Il don't
say this yere Joe is bein' held for beefin' the
Cnlnaman sole an alone The fact Is, he's
Deem havin' a mighty sight too gay time
Oh late. an so think it's a good, safe play
-oein' as it's a hot day an we has the
ume-to sorter call the committee together
an ask it's views, whether we better hang
THIS yere Navajo Joe yet or notl"
TO STRETCH HIN A WHOLE LOT.
"Mr. President" responded Bill Tut, eff
I'm in order an jest to get the sense of the
meetin' TO fiowin' easy an smooth, l moves
you we takes this yere Navajo Joe an pros
ceeos to stretch him a whole lot. | amt
BASIN this yere on no defunct Chinaman nor
nothin' in partic'ler. but jest lettin' it fly
under the general head of good of the order"
DO hear any remarksp asked Arm
strong. IF not shall take Mr.. Tuttis very
excellent motion as the census of this yere
meetin' an it's hung she is"
Not intendfn' no Interruption said
Texas Thompson, "I wants to say this, Pm