The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1894-09-22
THE MORNING NEWS: SATURDAY. SEPTEMBER D. 1894

choice said he, and takes what's left
and will bet YOU S. my little bean can
beat the field But a burned child shuns
the fire, ana nobody in that crowd wanted
any more OF his money, though he used 70
work IL on strangers with just exactly
the same result, i. e., rake in the shekels
on his sure game.
For loug time everybody wondered
how Flynn worked it, but he was too
cute ever to tell. But finally Flynn he
fell sick. He was CROWN worse, when
one day called at his house to pay my
respects. His wife told him l had called,
and he asked her to lead me to his bed
side. He looked pretty thin and cadaver-
Gus, did Flynn, and he held out bOny
hand and spoke in faint voice.
Bill says he, 4 don't know but I'm
gOln' for 70 die. There's somethin' on my
mind that's been a-wOrryin me. It's that
bean racin' trick He looked up into my
face with his big, burnin' eyes, and
coughed in hollow sort of way two or
three times to clear his throat.
Well, Flynn says I, it's true that's
mighty queer sort OF game, and you've
got me for s.; but by-gones is by-gones.
Don't you worry about that
That's very kind of you, Bill he
whispered, but l think I'd feel more
ready to meet my maker if l let out how
l worked the trick
Under them circumstances says l,
go on and relieve your mind, Mr.. Flynn,
for was myself little curious how he
mad managed to do US on the race.
Inside of every one o. them beans, ,
said Flynn is his hollow voice, is in
sect-a sort O. lack-snaper'
Yes, says l, that's we'll kno wn.'
Well, Bill, if you hold one o. them
beans in your hand a little while real
tight like, the bug inside warns up, and
the heat of your hand acts like a slug o.
whisky does on you and me. The bug
he gifts hilarious and begins to jump
around twice as lively as ordinary, and
here his voice sunk into a deep, hollow
whisper, you takes the pot -
The crowd that was cOngregated in
front Of the counter thought this pretty
good story, and laughed heartily, which
seemed TO do the old man from Georgia a
world of good, for he chuckled merrily to
himself
He finished the story by adding that
marked change set in as to Flynn, and
that worthy was so much better in three
days that he sent for him and implored
him for Gods sake not to give the snap
away.
MEAN TRICK, INDEED.
That's pretty clean trick" said the
narrator, "but it don't come up to cold
deck ! knowed man to ring in on lot
OF unsophlsticated red Indians on the up
per Missouri one time. 1t was Just after
ration day, when the Indians had plenty
OF everything to eat and considerable
money. Along comes irregular down-east
yankee with gun cartridges enough for
5000 or 5000 rounds, and planks himself
down on the river bank. Indians is
mighty curious, and soon the unsophisti-
Gated red children of the forest wanted
to know what he was goin' for to do.
Says he:
~ understand Won noble red rangers
OF the field and mountains is pretty sure
rifle shots, but in me you behold Reckl ess
William, the dead shot of Shasta, and for
money can beat any dusky warrior of
the glen shootin' the spots off bulls
eye
'Havin' addressed the benighted chill
dren of the settin' sun in them words
which they well understood from long as
ISOLATION with educated COW boys, he
pointed to stump in the river. a consid-
cradle distance off, and proposed to give
up silver dollar every time he missed
it. provided any man who shot against
him would do the same The conditions
We're to be that if the bullet struck the
water and caused splash it was a miss,
but If there was no splash it was a hit,
and the dollar went 10 the winner.
We'll" continued the old man from
Georgia, with a suggestive smile, that
was too good a thing for them dusky scalp
raisers to let go by They jumped right
into the middle of his little game wi n
both moccastns, and for four or five days
there was the livelieSt amount of banging
you ever hearn tell of. The red rovers
Of the hills were pretty good marksmen,
but that ar Yankee never made the wa
ter splash once, and when all the car
tridges was shot away he had all the
money there was in the party and was
smllin' a Contented sort o. smileu to
himself and saying nothin'.
There was one noble red chief among
them untutored savages as had a heap
more sense than he let on. He took that
yankee man aside and says to him:
" See here, stranger says he, how in
the name of the Great Mauitou did you
hit that stump without ever maxim the
water splash once2'
Noble red man. said the yankee, 4
see that you amt made of gunny sack
material, but genuine loom-spun butter
nut. Civilization has touched you with
its transforming wand, and your fallow
mind is awakenin under the genial glow
of advancin' thought. Civilization is a
little devious, but It's certain and sure.
You have come to me to gain knowledge,
and you have come to the right source
take fatherly interest in you. Promise
me, dusky warrior of the glen, that
you'll not betray me and will let me git
away with the money I've made out of
this here shootin' match and l will tell
you.
The red warrior agreed to this" con-
tinued the old fellow, land the Yankee
told him the secret.
when | load my gum says he, be
fore slipping in the cartridge | just twist
the lead out Of it, and then the bullet
can't make a splash in the water
He didn't tarry around there; but two
days after he was comm past the same
spot by steamboat and there was about a
million red men on the bank shootin' at
that identical stump. and that noble chief
doomed up bigger than any of the rest. 1t
was snowin' silver dollars and he was
rakln EN- in faster than the Israelites
did mamma in the wilderness. Such is the
lnfuence of practical civilization.
That same yankee, - continued the old
Georgian with the hayseed cast of beauty,
turned up in Achison q short time after
ward when the Missouri was overhowin'
its banks and the raging torrent was car
rylng down stream whole houses and any
amount of timber from the lumber camps
up north. He put an advertisement in
the lnn1.c pollip' fpt. I 01O a 1slriae IN