Evening journal., 1891-07-30
MURDER IN CINNABAR

Il wonder whatever for a reward now,
is offered for that gent Ia the east" said
Jack Moore as the stranger disappeared to
claim the hospitality Of the 0. X. hotel.
Cinnabar sentiment was not usually sus-
picious Corners TO It's gates were flung
breezy welcome, unoccupied with imper
tinent inquiries. Names were not asked
nor histories desired.
'~rhis yere ashin' of a strangers name is
onpolite as a play an has its resks beside"
said Armstrong, who was the Chesterfield
Of Cinnabar and an authority on matters
Of etiquette, ITS ass insutin' gettin'
curious over the brand on a man hossn
That's whatever" assented Bill Tutt.
II knows party in Laredo who keeps pcs
term round a-askin' Of strangers name,
an he gets that unpopular the man wipes
him over the head with his six shooter
You bet he was mighty displeased aboutit."
No; Cinnabar thought was blue eyed and
unsuspicious. Those who came were cheer
fully received and approved of or lynched,
according 90 their after unfoldment. Jack
Moore himself WAS OF generous, health
ful turn, and ordinarily would never have
held the thought which appears in his in
terrogatory touching possible eastern re-
wards. The truth is. tho stranger excited
suspicion. No one could tell how or why,
but there was that in his very atmosphere
which would make a dog growl Old
Monte knew nothing about him
"lle takes the stage in Tucson" said
that worthy person as he removed his nose
from whisky glass for the purpose Of
fuller converse AN no one knows moth.
in about him. As he don't do nuthin'
comm over but lean back an cuss the
world in general an Arizona in pertc'ler,
which, while it's all right for a pastime,
after all don't advance no facts, you can
see | shore falls short OF bcin fully in
formed of this yere man myself"
well, don't anyhow like him none, +"
said Rosewood Jim reflectvely. "Ofcourse,
he amt earned no word from me either
way, an what says needn't go 10 his loss,
but | shorely takes a notion agin' him, Jest
the same.n
This appeared TO represent the Cinnabar
feeling, Still il Is probable that Cinnabar
would have thought and said no further
were it not for subsequent happenings at
the 0. X. hotel.
Cinnahar was at its vesper drink when
the rapid reports Of pistol coming from
the hotel aforesaid aroused that mild in.
terest which Cinnabar had grown to be
stow on such phenomena.
VI wonder whoever gets II nowgn said
Bill Tut as he replaced his drained glass
on the Gold Mine bar.
Curiosity, however, was soon made easy
when word came over from the O. K hotel
that il was simply Texas Thomson. and
that no one had bled
"fie's Jest shootin' up the dinin' room
some, on account of the stranger" said the
courier who bore the news FAN amt
fneanini nuthini Whatever
The trouble came thus; The o. X. hotel
was in conduct Of wide and liberal man
agement, and its spirit was amply shown
in its motto, "rhere's Nuthin Too Rich
for Cinnabar." But nevertheless les menu
was under the grinding control OF circum-
stances. just following those jocund days
| which marked the advent Of the freighters
from Tucson the 0. X table d'hote became
feast of richness
After the freighters had departed ia Ne.
turn, and as days went by, the richness
I dwindled. 1t was on the day which sor.
rowfully marked the freighters as being
absent some three weeks that the stranger
signed the dogeared account book, which
served rs a register and claimed the at
tention Of the o. X hotel rs its guest, and
the table had pined to beans and coffee.
| Cinnahar could be depended on never Go
complain. II realized the exigencies OF
trade conditions and fully exonerated the
o. X. hotel from any attempt to put it
TO death by starving Not so the stranger.
He knew nothing of the freighters to Tue.
son and was a-hungered.
81 don't like beans, aud don't want any
Coffee said the stranger with petulant
snap, as the viands described were placed
in his reach by Widow Briggs "You can
l hrtutr s.l lanfafnttlr a
Of tea, with toast"
Beans an coffee" said the Widow
Briggs, regarding the stranger with a cold
and stony eye, lis the last two chickens OF
the roost, an you eats 'em or lets ZEN
alone, jest as you all please" The widow
then made a majestic exit from the room
in dignified dismissal Of the whole matter
, Thereupon the stranger rallied.
Whatever IS the matter with you al
anyhow asked Texas Thomson, address
, ing the petuiant stranger in wronge,
and injured tone. What you all a-tryin
to pull on trouble with them thar frijole
fori Frijoles is mighty succulent food AN
your stomach is heap too lGdylike whel
il gets 70 layin' back its years that away a
frijoles.n
"But don't like beans. said the stran
\ ger.
"Oh, you like em we'll enough n
sponded Thomson confidently. "You les
thinks you don't like 'em What you al
aims at in your proud an sperited way
:. TO sorter lay back scornful Of the CRU
(. yere, an put it all over Cinnabar. Yo
jest seizes on these yere friioles as a mer
|, excuse"
- who are your" asked the stranger in
mixture Of wrath and uneasiness.
"Who be II" repeated Thomson, In tone
2 of scoh "Who be II Partner, you no,
I initiates me. I'm the man who kille
I Bronco McGee; that's who l be. An sa,
stranger, I'll just coniide in you, 'caus
thar's something about you that drors M
II you don't crawl outside them beans,
y and here Mr.. Thomson's tones grew low p n
confidential, this yere pertic'lar minui
we all is exchanging our views in, l.
shorely leave you on both sides Of th
:, street." Here Mr.. Thomson slowly dre'
II his large impressive six shooter and la,
n ing it beside his plate contemplated Il
% horror stricken stranger with great int
VI est
y The latter at once but reluctantly, pr
v ceeded with his consumption Of the di
II tasteful vegetable. To his comfort and a
II sistance the ardent Mr.. Thomson als
II caused 70 be purveyed an allowance
IN whisky.
Es AN bring it in:a tin cup too. said NJ
he Thomson.
TT This was received BY the stranger al