Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1891-05-31

C1nnabar bosom than disgust.
'Shootin' up the town whole lot, was
the name for this engaging pastime as given
by Navajo Joe, and up'to date the exercise
had passed unchallenged.
But to-day it was different. Camps like
individuals have moods; now light, now
dark, and so it was with Cinnabar. just at
this time Cinnabar was experiencing 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 %. X. Hotel, and who the
rather sanguine sentiment of Cinnabar
credited with meditating a large investment
of treasure in her rocks and rills. But
whatever the reason Cinnabar virtue was
certainly aroused to unusual heights; con-
dition of the public mind which made it a
bad day for Navajo Joe.
A Hot Day in Cinnabar.
The angry sun smote hotly in the de-
serted causeway of Cinnabar. The public
was within doors The Gold Mine saloon
and its sister hostels, the dance hall and the
Full Blown Rose were thriving nightly.
Those games known to the world as monte,
high ball and faro and which generally
possessed absorbing interest for the public
were drowsy and dull enough, but the
counters whereat the citizen of Cinnabar
gathered with his peers in absorption of the
incautious drinks of the place, were fairly
sloppy from an excess of trade. Notwith-
standing the torrid heat, this need not
sound strangely. Cinnabar leaning was
strongly homeopathic "Similia Similibus
Curantur," said Cinnabar, and when it was
blazing hot drank whisky.
But to-day there was further reason for
this consumption. Cinnabar was excited
and this provoked a 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 Joes immediate crime? Certainly
not grave one. Ten days before it would
hardly earned a comment. But to-day, in
its spasms of virtue, and sensitive in its
memories of the erratic courses of Navajo
Joe aforetime, Cinnabar had gravely and
grimly taken possession of that volatile
gentleman for punishment. He had killed
Chinaman. 1t happened thus: -
Navajo Joe Had Pressed the Limit.
seYere comes that prairie dog, Navajo
Joe, all spraddled out" said Bill Tutt, q
short half hour before. He was peering
from the window of the Gold Mine saloon
at the time; to which he had been drawn by
the noise of hoofs, and there was sense of
injury disclosed in the tone, born of the
awakened virtue of Cinnabar.
cit looks like this yere camp never can
assoome no airs,' said Rosewood Jim, in a
distempered way, "but this yere miser'ble
Joe comes chargin' up to queer it,
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 forefnger like q wheel of
light. A tourist stood in the door of the
hotel smoking a pipe in short, brief pufs of
establishment and reviewing the amazing
performance. Navajo Joe at once and
abruptly halted, and, gazing for a dis
gruntled moment on the man from the
East, took the pipe from its owners horri-
fed mouth and placed it in his own.
"Smokin' of pipes" :" he youchsafed in
condemnatory explanation, "is onelegant
and degradin', an don't you do it no more
in my presence. I'm mighty sensitive that