The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1894-11-01

cheerfully. as he approached the. !
gloomy group OF mountaineers. 81
'sWho, are you, anyhow" asked the
man who was covering the express
messenger.
''Who am I? I'm the manager OF
this railroad. What do you fellows
mean by stopping one Of my trains?'
The man lowered his rifle and
looked at the manager.
added Tompkins.
''The matters just this, Mr.. Mana
ger. You run the gol-darndest rail-
road in all creation. That's what's the
matter, and we amt a-goin' to stand
it no longer. I don't mind your train
men throwing coal at my dog; I don't
mind 'em sassing my wife an making
fun O. my clothes; but when it comes
to monkeying with my whisky, I'm
dod- gasted if I'm a-goin' to stand it. .
The other mountaineers nodded
their approval of these sentiments.
"Monkeying with your whisky?
What do you mean?'' cried the Devil
dered manager.
''Imean just what say. They can
throw coal at my dog, they can sass
| N.Y." &c..
! eyes, yes; but I don't understand
about the whisky. What have my
men to do with your whisky?'' ~
"Why, don't you know, and you
manager of the road? Well. moon
shine whisl<y's all right enough ordi-
nary days; but we allus has good old
Kentucky fer Christmas. Day before
yesterday gave your man in this
here kyar jug and 50 to bring
me some prime Kentucky from
town fur Christmas. Yesterday
bang through goes your train, jug
and whisky and all, and never stops.
Now we amt a-goin' to stand
that from no road that ever footed a
whistle to scare the steers. I said I'd
bet my boots next train 'ud stop, and
she has, I don't allow no man to
monkey with my liklker. He kin sass
my wife and chuck COAL
'See here" said the manager to the
expressman. "Did you take his $2?"
"Twan't me-" said the messenger.
Unjust have been Bill Simmons, on
No. 9, and she must have gone through
without stopping yesterday"
"Then all you want is your whisky"
asked the manager, with a sigh of re-
lief.
''Fair's fair, boss. 'Tisn't Christian
= like to drink moonshine at this time
Of the year. Besides he's got my s.
and the Jug"
"That's all right" cried the mana
ger. 'Have we got a jug on the
, tramp
taking jug from behind log: They
had been refreshing themselves while
: waiting for the train.
The manager grasped it by the
handle, turned it upside down, anc
let the remains of the ''moonshine'
t gurgle out, to the horror of thu
, mountaineers. Then he started
through the train. shouting, "Here
. you men with TASKS, I want half you,
, stock. Pour it in here, and be gla'
you get off so cheaply.''
Every man who had a bottle pro
duced it, and before Tompkins hat
). gone through two cars the jug wa
+ trimming full. He went back to tn
leader, who now allowed the enginee
f and expressman to hold down thei
a hands.
''Taste that" said Tompkins-
n The mountaiqeer smacked his lir
9 after sampling the contents. "That
t good blend" he said, with solem
it reverence.
# "Blend? You bet it's a blend. Nv
a blended it myself; there's sample {
5. every known brand in the state
e there. Now tomorrow give you m
St word. that No. 9 stops and unshil
your jug, or there'll be row.
that all right?"
cts all right, boss" said the lest
er who had given the word. Their
upon his lank company had flung tn
old ties and tree-trunks clear of til
track. you're a white man, if yc
, are the manager of this road. Al
your men can make fun of my cloth
J. an sass my wife all they've a-mind t
Y an heave the company's coal at n
\ dog, as long as they know you air
T a-goin' to monkey with my whisky.
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