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A westerner Who Got y Cold ChtIl When
ne Discovered a Lass.

- NehterueF VINO Got ~ Cold Nhttl When
NE Discovered a LaSs.
-Tha< reminds ma, said the colonel
blandly. He is always being remis ded. "
They were talking of mans dependence
upon things Which he is accustomed to
use. THAT reminds me Of Jack S ,iler.
Jack was as brave as lion. He drove
one of the fast freight specials from
Cheyenne to Deadwood. II was in the
first days of the Black Hills excitement,
when they ran light express wagons out
to Cheyenne ON a gallop and never
stopped until they pulled up in Dead
wood or until the road agents stopped
them.
Jack was born with one emotion
lacking. He was not afraid of the widest
Indian (and there were enough Of them
in those days, just before the Custer
massacrel or the most daring aud reck-
less road agent They did not call them
highwaymen then. He used to climb
into his seat, crack his long whip, and,
with a wonderful OATH jerk the heads Of
those mules in the direction of Dead
wood. and send them scurrying along
like frightened rabbits He always
wore revolver, of course. the handle
forward in his belt, where his hand
might touch il at a moments notice.
do not believe that the road agent
lived who could have stopped Jack
Smiler
+ Il rode up with him on one of his trips
to ranch about 80 miles from Chey-
enne. got tired of the seat and climbed
back into the box TO stand there To rest
my legs. conceived the idea of pick
ing Jacks pocket-that is, Of getting his
revolver away from him. was pretty
careful to press one hand heavily ON his
shoulder while with the other | slipped
the weapon from his belt Finally
got it out safely aud waited for him to
discover the loss
We drove along for five or six miles,
when suddenly Jack pulled up his mules
with terrible oath.
-'Whou he cried.
"'Whats the trouble, Jack ? l asked.
He turned to me and looked into my
eyes He was as white as a sheet
"'We are going straight back TO Chey-
enne.' he said. a. What's the trouble?'
l repeated.
~'Troubler he calculated. and cloud
of sulphur arose over ms, his oratory was
so emphatic. "'TrDubes I've lost my
six shooter. and " ouIlnt drive another
foot for $4,000
"Oh, pshaw, Jack / said; "who
knows you haven't six shooter? Why
don't you go right on, as If you had
oneT
Jacks teeth chattered at the very
thought / never saw brave man so
terribly frightened.
"'Not if my name is JACK Smiler,' he
said
"'Graciou I he added Gracious stands
for a string of words too long for nov
ice to mention in one EVENING" sup
pase hadn't dL C vered this. Wouldn't
have been in pretty Gx?" lie made
wry face
Here's your old six shooter, Jack
said, handing it TO him; Il wouldn't
have it II isn't worth keeping
go lang tberer shouted Jack, curl
ing his whip lash beau fully and bring
ing the end Of ii to a sudden stop, with
loud crack. Go lang, therer and we
were rolling over the road again.
- can't go anywhere without that
he said, touching the butt of it lightly.
The last / saw of him he was swapping
his long lash and whistling cheerfuIly.
With the revolver he went anywhere;
without 1t nowhere. ri New York Trib-
une.