St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1892-01-16
RIGHTEOUS INDIGNATION.
1t Behooves kentucky Barkeepers
to Lay in Large Supply.

was travelling one day In Eastern
Kentucky on horseback when came to
the celebrated village Of Morebend,
which bears the envable reputation of
having produced Craig Tolliver, the
boldest outlaw of the decade, says a
writer in the Philadelphia Press. Be-
fore l got into the town | could see that
the people were excited somewhat. as
they gathered hurriedly into groups,
dissolved and gathered again.
From reading sensational reports re-
Specting the lawleSSnesS OF the people.
the plausible belief presented itself that
men were stabbing one another and
that the people we're twisting and hur-
rying about in anxious search of the
best points of observation. 1t was with
no little terpidatiOn that l rode into
town.
entered, however, without attracting
any unusual attention. | diSmOunted.
hitched my horse, and, with ligaments
somewhat weak at the knees, l walked
toward group gathered near the cen
ter OF the square. soon observed that
the nucleus of the group was man
standing on dry goods box. He was
pale. He talked chokingly and br0k-
emily. He was evidently in peril OF his
life, or. at least, thought he was.
l cautiously made my way to the edge
of the thick wall of men that enclrcttd
him.
"M-en-m men, he spoke, through
blush, trembling lips. ~ did-did-
didn't mean to let this thing take place.
Spare me this time. men, do, for the
sake o. my wife an little ones at home?
He paused an instant and smashed a
tear on his cheek with the ball Of his
right foretnger.
I'VE won't do tive can't let we OF :;
yer got ter hang" roared out huge
voice that imported leadership
The poor wretch's face tnrned no
paler-it couldn't-but it turned a ghaSt-
ly yellow.
Talk what yer goin' to. an cut 'er
off close down ter the forks, too. There
amt no time here for tear wipin' an
nose blowin'r' yelled the leader.
The mans lips twisted in the agony
of endeavor; then. as by the strength of
despair, he lifted his hand and shouted:
''Hang me, men, if We want ter! I'm not
er coward! Pve done the best L could
ter be respectable. VARIABLE citizen.
Pve tried ter treat every one Ov ye
ye're thirstin' fer my blood, drink it. L
defy ye-drink my blood an satisfy yer
selves Even eff l die I've got some
spirit left'
"lVhar il that spirit?" yelled dozen
men at once.
Down at the house," spoke the man,
smiling feebly.
well. we'll make quick work O. that.
Come on, boysw shouted the leader.
AS the crowd hurried off, bearing their
victim along the current of the rush, l
turned to an old man who was so badly
crippled he could not keep up and
asked:
WHO is that man they're going to
mob?"
He's -saloonkecper, suh," was the
reply. as the poor old man made dahl
gerous efforts to follow the crowd.
What has lie dOneT' was my next
inquiry.
''Nuthin'. only run a saloon"
"Surely they can't be going to hang a
man in Kentucky for keeping saloon! -
L returned i'll tones of establishment.
''Of course not" was the reply: "but
here's how it is, stranger: This Teller
had let his stock o. stuff run out. It's
fer that, stranger-fer lettin' the stock
run out - that we propose to swing
himi"
But the fellow luckily had reserve
keg of spirit" at the house, and an hour
later all were drunk, and the saloon
keeper had hitched up team and start
ed for fresh supply.