Clinch Valley news. [volume] (Jeffersonville, Va.) 18??-2019, 1894-02-09

soubriquet of "Scarred Emma" and
you only had to look ut her hands to
know why. They had been burned to
the bone, and although she wore dia-
mond rings to the first joint of every
finger, they didn't disguise the horrid
scars, scanned and livid, and of these
Emma was prouder than of tho rings
Well she might be. Had she not
saved the lives of men and women
bearing them in her arms from burn
ing building? And these scars were
her medals of honor for her bravery.
Some of the gang were playing draw
poker, others engaged in u gamo of
seyen-up. Some drank and lonfed,
lonfed and drank again, and chaifed
with the landlady, who was about as
amiable rs tiger.
On tho night here alluded to,
Scared Emma" was busy handing
out the miners poison in copious
doses, and listening to such cheap
compliments rs were not too sugges-
tive of revolvers and free fights, when
tho door opened, and tho deputy
sheriff entered the place.
Everybody rose up, and shout of
welcome greeted the now conner
"Hallo, Bill, glad to see yer. Brung
in any new uns?"
"Nawl Eyenin', Elm. About two
fingers straight, SEEM jest got in.
Boon to Omaha for pesky boss thief.
Tried to get away, out here, and we
was agoin' to lot him have it, but there
wuz leetle weakened parson on tho
stage nm he intorfered and prayed off
SO fluid like, we weakened, mn let the
Teller go with nary bullet. in his car
cnss Here's to ye, En-, for the fair
est OF. yer Sex. Come on, boys, an
fill up Mt my expense"
He tossed off the dram and set the
tumbler down to berefilled.
"Where's the pnrson?" asked the
landlady, smiling on the deputy MS she
measured the fiery fluid with liberal
hand
Giles stopped over to preach Mt
Hell's Delight, but he'll be Mt the
Gulch to-morroy, an donn yer forget
it, less he dies afore mornin' kind O.
sudden from dose of cold lead. An
Fad advise the boys to grense their
boots, and be ready, for he's a buster,
/. theJparson is -.
/ t'Say, Bill" remarked Emma, stir
ring BIS whisky by. shaking it in the
glass, sis he a young feller?"
cav, an sickly. Yer can see day
light. through him."
''An' takes sugar in his?"
''You bet %
The crowd roarcd at Emma's wit,
and this time she set it up for them
herself.
Say, Bill, is he really comm here
to preach?"
"Look here, En-. You're talkin'
through your bonnit. Come here he
may, but prcach--hol hol / guess
not"
:'Who says mop" asked the woman,
and this time the tiger showed itself
in her eyes.
"I dove all dol" roared 4. the
crowd in rude chorus.
"And say he SHALL"
And she folded her SCARED hands
across her bosom SO that all present
could see them. That one motion had
strange effect upon those human
coyotes, who would have knitted n
man i'll the back and made no account
of it. 1t is true that even desperadoes
have their soft moments. This woman
standing before them had one claim
on their respect, and rs their eyes fol-
lowed that movement and fell on the
SCARED and cicatrized hands, the
dumb appeal moved them as nothing
else would have done. OF went every
hat, bearded lips trembled, then, rs
there was danger of too much senti-
mont, there went up cheer from
twenty hoarse throats, and ms Emma
turned to set it up again for them, she
dashed something from her eyes that
might have been tear.
So it happened shat when the Rev.