St. Tammany farmer. [volume] (Covington, La.) 1874-current, 1892-08-27

1 lie W86 R6O0 IN wCut 8IOUX WIN
mouth shet ~ tight as wax.
They he'd 70 come right up past q
place where . lot o. the men was
standin'. laughin' at the sight. In the
crowd was Bill Sanders; rs his eyes fell
on little Billy he jumped for'ard. say
in: "Whsts the mcanin' o this?'
''Oh. these are the fellers what stole
them tools from the tool house an
we're . goin' to take 'em up an try
EN-" says Hank Simms.
''Didn't steal no tools, dad" little
Billy bawled out
His father went mp to him and tal<in'
his arm drawed him away from the
crowd. Turnin' 70 Hank he says. In u
low, dry voice: II don't want no Such
dsrned fooliahness with my boy. He
didn't help steal them tools; be says 80.
an I'd believe his word again any Of
you; there amt . drop o lynn or steal
In blood in his veins"
"Why, it's only fun, Bill, " said Hank.
Fun or what not. I don't like it."
and Sanders took little Billy an went
home.
Mebbe Sanders was . little too par
ticular. but every hen knows best how
70 cover her own chickens.
Boys in them days struck out soon
fur themselves, an when little Billy
was about sixteen he left the camp an
went eomewheres where he thought
he could do better an make more
money. For . time Sanders heesd
from him regular an he was allus .
gettin' along we'll; but by n by the
letters commenced fallin' OF. An rs
he got further an further away from
the OF man, they got Stacker an slackcr
outil they quit entirely.
Not . word could BE- heerd from him;
nobody even knowed where he was.
But Sanders didn't worry or take on Is
you might q expected he would. 5ie
was allus calm. for he said he knowed
wherever little Billy was he was safe
an doin' we'll, cause he was honest an
willin' to work an he he'd he'd good
raisin'.
tell you he he'd lots o. faith in tibet
boy, good deal more than any body
else he'd. fur there was several times
when he was in camp tibet purity mean
tricks was laid at his door, an tibet up
on good proof, too; but he always man
aged to get out of it somehow or other.
an KNOWN how his father dotted on him,
most every body hated to press . thing
against him. There's ben more boys
than: ons sASeAlNeouble tibet way. But
after -swAl14. oaittle Billy was fur
got ln' even Sanders himself he'd
stopped tellin' every listener the good
points q, thet hoy Billy" Fact is, We
he'd to fmSet everything in them rush
in times. Tho mimi camp he'd
growed into . town with regular gov'a-
ment an . court an jedge tibet got In
his work On offenders, whenever his |
nourishin' an expeditions rival Jedge |
Lynch Civ him chance.
An there was plenty of work for |
both of EN-. cause every kind of thief |
ander tho sun was layin' round: wait
IN fur . chance TO nab the dust o. some |
miner. An now. boss |
thieves he'd ben added to the list. |
SEVERAL valuable animals belongin' to
fikerent folks in the town he'd walked |
~ in . very mysterious manner.
Now. you know. tibet ID ouf core
thieves!
We hate 'em worse n murderer,
canse they're sneskin'er about their
vark. Wall. this ycre thief was about
he cutest one that ever laid fingers on
boss flesh; didn't leave no tracks.
'eemed to Jest pick the animals up an
Y away with 'em.
We come 70 the conclusion tibet Il
wasn't no gang. but jest one powerful
licll man by hisself. No gang could
, moved 50 quiet an mysterious an
'e'n quick 1t the same time. We
ried every way TO ketch him, but he
vas too slick fur rs. But 1t last we
'ot desp'rate an vowed we'd ketch
bet TELLER Ct Il took every bit o. dust
re he'd an our lives to boot We etud-
ID an studied to think how We could
K il, an 1t last Bill Sanders hisself
ii on . plan which we all agreed TO.
So the next night seen in his own
table the finest hoss thet . heavy col
.ction taken mp amongst NJ could buy,
n score . determined men hid
'o1nd in the dark. Now . really hne
oss draws . boss thief like . magnet
oes steel, an we knowed tibet We he'd
Ne chap dead sure. Ii
WALL MOI . leaf stirred the Arst
iRht an we was considerable disap-
ointed, 90 durin' the follerin' day the
orse was driv' around the town 70 q
low him OF to any watchers tibet {
light be lurkin' about, an we watched I
let night in hopes. but It was like the Z
rst, no 70. Fur ten solid day. We ,
etched without success. an then the
en- began to drop OF. ontil The guard '
ID bs'n entirely broken up ii
We believed thet the hoes tAief bed
Il N an for good too. But I reckon
et chap was even slicker then We
ought; fur one night after we'd
owed keer.ess, Sanders. who wss .
lite moro keerful then the rest of NJ. !
'erd the hose whinny. He was out to
e stable in . minute There waa .
IN beside the hoss; 1t sight Of him. \
'uders darted In but the Teller vaulted .
to the saddle an lettin' drive /. shot
ct took Bill In the shoulder, dashed
It o the back door. ~
Furgitt;n' the pain of his wound, San Y
rs was on mustang an srt..r him q
t. nash. alarInin' the town rs he h
esed through esyiat "aess that !