Bismarck weekly tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, Dakota [N.D.]) 1884-1943, 1892-06-17

his baggage, and told stories to his COM
panion in a lond penetrating tone of
voice; again was the family man, who
| gazed despondently around him, afraid
| of losing his children, one of whom was
engaged in quizzipg a soul looking
| traveller, ever and anon wiping his
| sticky, grlmy hands on his hearers Sun
| day trousers; while, in the very center of
the car stood a bold, bad man, who
wore a large white hat, leathern leg
! gings ard a buckskin coat, and who
| gazed around him with a fierce fear
inspiring scowl.
II want TO get a seat, conductor" he
said, ina deep, bass voice, "an' I want it
quick, too. I'm Timber Jack, the terror
| of the cowboys, an I never stand no
m~onkeyin'."
The commercial traveller ceased his
story telling, and gazed, closely, at the
fierce looking individual; the family man
| called his children to him like a hen
| when her brood is threatened by a hawk,
and the modest young man quailed, and
e%ndeavored to draw his slight frame into
a still smaller space to escape the Wild
looking strangers observation.
eyes, sir, I'm Timber Jack, the terror
Of the cowboys, an I want to sit down.
I paid this measly road fer a ticket, an
I'm goin' ter have Il seat, or some ones
agoin' ter git scared. Ha,' he chuckled,
as he spied the terrified young man,
"move over thar, sonny, an give this
chicken a seat, an don't you make no
fuss about it, neither, cause no man
never riled Timber Jack 'thout gittln
plugged"
The young man crowded, terrifiedly, to
the side of the car, and instinctively felt
for the door, which he wished was
there, and the bad man sat down, and
proceeded tolight a cigar. "We don't
allow smoking in this car" expostulated
the conductor, mildly, as he prepared
for a run to the door.
The bad man scowled a terrifying
scowl, and, pulling out a huge revolver,
laid it over his knee and tapped the
barrel, significantly: "This yere little
weepin has got two conductors to answer
for, already" he said, grufly. "Them
copdctors said I dasent smoke, and I
smoked them. Oh, I'm just a walkin'
terror when I get mad, stranger. I'm
the wust man this side of the Mississip,
an don't you fergit it, an I'm goin ter
smoke, too" The conductor retreated
to the next car, and the bad man turned
to his companion, blew Il choking cloud
of vile smelling smoke into his face and
began:
young Teller, I guess you don't know
me. Ever heern tell of Timber Jack,
the man who killed a band O. sixteen
Apaches with his own hand? No? Well
I'm that chicken, an I never stan no
%foolin', I don't. I'm just a rousin' rip
snortin', rcarin' cyclone, I am, an I'd
jest as soon kill a man as eat my grub.
You hear me" The modest young man
turned pale and shuddered. The air be-
came so foul with the smoke of the bad
mans cigar, that the occupants of the
car began to cough, sneeze, and sputter.
The bad man leaned back, comfortably
and blew cloud after cloud of evil SMELL
ing smoke into the air, and muttered:
"Yes sir, the nan don't live as canssskeer
me. I don't scare, you hear me
shoutin'."
Just then the car door opened, and in
walked a young lady of about twenty.
She was neatly attired in a gray travel
ing gown, and her fair, frank face beanie |
with fun and good humor. She smelled
the cigar smoke in a moment, and her
dainty little nose went up in disgust.
Then she turned and listened to the bad
mans conversation. Finally she walked
firmly to where he sat. Picking up the
pistol which lay in his lap, she looked
at it and commented upon it's size.
"Yes, men, said the bad man." that
guns a daisy an I know how ter use it.
I kill men most ev'ry day, men,"
"You don't say" she said, not in the
least disturbed, and turning the pistol
around IN her hands, until it pointed
directly toward the speaker. "B-b-e-e
keerful, men," said the bad man, edging
around, uneasily, and turning pale, 1T
might 60 off, an hurt somebuddy."
Oh, is it likely to 60 off if I pull this
little thing, underneath here?" she
queried. innocently, as she placed her
finger on the trigger. "D-o-n-n-t,
m-m-e-m," suffered the bad man, as he
e~ndeavored to get from in front of the
weapon.
"Did you know they didn't allow
smoking, in this car? she asked
presently, still lingering the revolver
with reckless carelessness." II a-i-nt
s.smokin', men," said the bad man, as
he tossed the cigar away hastily. 81
guess I'll go back inter the next car" be