The Somerset herald. [volume] (Somerset, Pa.) 1870-1936, 1892-03-23


There we're about thirty passengers OF
us-men, women and children-in q
coach on = Missouri railroad, when the
number was added 70 BY one At a small
station The newcomer vas man Of
about thirty, and his bearing was reck-
less and his breath snelled Of liquor.
Every body saw that he was in an ugly
mood as be took seat and glared around,
and no one cared to take & second glance
for fear Of offending him. 1t want ten
minutes before he boiled over and began
TO bluff and bulldoze the little baldheSd-
ed man who was his seatmate. The
latter had nothing to say, and by and BY
the other tired OF the 0ne-sided row and
looked for better man. He got up and
passed down the aisle, sizing every man
up. and presently he came TO an individ-
ual who was not only red-headed but
cross-eyed to boot. His hair was the
reddest Of reds, and bis eyes were 50
badly out Of gear as 10 attract general at
tention. He was eating popcorn out Of =
paper bag when the bulidozer stopped
before him and groxled
"Drop that ar con-"
"W-what forfn stammsred the other.
Cause I say 50. and viii let daylight
through yer If yer don't"
He dropped the corn, and the bull
dozsr looked him over and continued:
1--WE sometimes let red-hesded man
git by me without shoOtin', but q cross
eyed one-neverl You are both, and if
should let yer git out O. Missoury none
o my friends would ever speak to me
agin. !"
~Yoa ain't-aint gOin' to hurt me, are
you p protested the unfortunate.
-Goin' 20 shoot yer plump through the
head - replied the bulldozer as be drew
his revolver.
There was instant excitement, but no
one dared interfere. No one cared to
even risk leaving the coach in search Of
the conductor. The redheaded man
turned pale and trembled and began to
plead
~NO use a-talkin's' growled the other.
-It's a combinashun l can't let pass.
Even II did some Of The boys down the
road would pick ye mp. ANTI in no
great rush, though, and We can have .
couple Of minutes in which to pray or
talk. Whar dye belong?"
New Jersey"
~wsy up thar, eh? What's yer biz
ness?"
@Farmin'S
"whar ye gOin'?"
Down 70 SedAlia to see if I can't hear
suthin' about my son Bill"
whats Bill bin doin'T' carelessly
queried the Oulldozer as be earessed the
the barrel Of his revolver.
He ran away from home over dozen
years ago and came down here, and I'm
a-tryin' 70 locate him."
What's yer name?D
Jonas Hill"
What! Is that yer reg'lar name p'
at is"
The bulld0zer looked at him for half q
minute and then said
ITS powerful funny I'd forgotten
about them eyes. though thought the
hair looked sortsr familiar Say, old
nan, I'm that son Bill, and yer nv old
Had"
as it possible? And you're nv own
boy Bill, and I've found you at last2'
That's the trick, but don't git excited
crit was givin' ye two minnits, ye
know -
But you are my own boy, you see"
~Yes, l reckon be, but-b1t-"
He stopped and scraIehed his head
md reflected half minute, and then
'ut up his gun and grudgingly said:
eckon l must LET ye OF. but iissstess issste I
Q say to ye, old man, that ye'vs had one
u the narrOwest escapes ofyer bul1 Es.
md we'd better continue - III
iur the next fifteen years.
Then having saved his dignity, as he
thought, he sat down beside his father
and the two were soon visiting away and
having a real good time.-A. Quad "a y.