The Jersey City news., 1891-09-09

preston that would have done credit to
the Grave Digger in Hamlet and a
sepuichral tone of voice that could not
have been outdone by the Ghost, as be
addressed the Texan.
You have letters. of course; let me
see them"
After holding back coyly for some
time, he signed and said, We'll, boss, l
suppose | must humor you; here they
are,' at the same time suiting the action
to the word.
AS was expected, these precious docu-
ments were of the regulation pattern. of
such sort as The JERSEY CITY NEWS has
published time and time again.
Now, let us see your gun" pleaded
the Chief
This request was granted with alac-
rity. Scooping into his letter bag, he
pnIled out most formidable weapon, q
combination of blunderbuss and horse
pistol. The CHIEF fairly gasped; tne
Texan smiled proudly as he passed the
weapon over the desk. Superintendent
Smith, with bulging eyes. emitted low
whistle and exclaimed half under bls
BREATH "Jeewhitaker" or something
that sounded like it.
Now, Superintendent" said the Chief,
boastfullY. ''did | not tell you that Texas
was great country"
10 the Texan:-"I know your people,
sir; have travelled among them, and l
admire them very much"
The Texan tossed his head and waved
his sombrero i'll recognition of the cOmpli-
ment.
Look at that for beauty" continued
the chief, TO the petrified superintendent,
affectionately toying with the Texan s
big gun. just see what terrible fellows
one las to meet out there. Look at this
big weapon by the side of my little pop
gun"
The Chief placed both weapons side by
side; stood them on end. His is 32
calibre regulation police pistol. It look Led
like IA tin toy boys pistol, and only
man-eating machine.
The latter looked pleased and happy.
"Yes, he said," ii you were to pull that
little porgun at fellow in Texas il
would make him real hopping mad, tell
you. He would stand your fire and blow
one big hole through you with his'n, for
having monkeyed with that there pesky
little cuss. You couldn't even frignten
fellow much less harm him with that
there stem winaer of your'n."
HIS LITTLE GAME,
Ibid you Intend to use this when max
ing your arresl?" asked Superintendent
Smith.
in this ere bag for the Doodle | would
pull out my gun and make them throw
up their bands?"
What would you do next?"
.'Oh, Pd call a policeman and have
them arrested"
How much money did you bring with
youY'
''Just $3.50"
"Then you did intend to invest that sum
in green goods?"
This question nonplussed the Texan.
He looked confused, then said, well,
you see, / Thoughts it best to nave the
money in case tney should ask to see 1T
''Gie me ME gum" he said suddenly, not
liking the turn the conversation hat
taken. 1t was handed over to him and
was handled IN transition to his bag. righl
side up with care. IL was of 48 calibre
and you could thrust your thumb down
the barrel.
The Texans jaw fell as the nature OF
the swindler's game was revealed
to him. He showed his fat rol
of bills and laughed hoarsely
as he said:-"Guess I'll take the mex
train for home. boss. This gun of mint
mignt'nt go off at the right time. and in
stead the swindlers might go off with my
wad, and then l, not they, wouldn't be
in it, Darned if Pm not glad met you,
neighbour" turning to Kilcaniey aud
grasping him eagerly by the hand. Xii
cauley gave one last gulp. and could nc
longer restrain his pent up feelings. Tn,
tears came TO his eyes an d he laughed
sardonically.