The Madison daily leader. [volume] (Madison, S.D.) 1890-current, 1894-03-24

the rest Ia conceal Til valuables. II
know what they're att There's nears
" hair a million in "a on hoard. I'll
so forward and parieytth them as long
rs possible. SO as to Ee yon time.
imagine that IL they Yak open the safe
they'll be in o bic hnI 10 get away and
will leave the passeurs alone. Stil1 ]
don't know, go warn Ierybody.
There il nc Questii but the manager
was d brave man. went briskly for
ward, as il nothing llticular was wrong
and 1t was all a littlnistake that could
be explained away Ia few words. As
he walked the lenA of the train, he
made up his mind sacrifice the $400,-
600 IL by SO dom he could prevent
bloodshed and furtF robbery.
Whats the rowbre9' he cried cheer
fully as he approach the gloomy group
of mountaineers.
.Who are you, hyhowT' asked the
man who was "$ering' the express
messenger.
who am I? 1.-THE manager of this
railroad. What dEou fellows mean by
stopping d or m~trains?''
The man lowe1 his rife and looked
at the manager.
What's the mber with you?" added
Tompkins.
1.-THE matters tt this, Mr.. Manager.
You run the gollrndest railroad in all
creation. That'sEhat's the matter, and
we amt a-goin tstand 1t no longer. I
don't mind your Fainmen thrown coal
at my dog; / dot mind 'em sassin my
wife an maxim I'm of my clothes, but
when 1t comes b monkeyin with my
whisky I'm dodasted IL I'm a-goin to
stand it,
The other mdntaineers nodded their
approval of,thel sentiments.
.Monkeying fifth your whisky? What
do you mean?'' fed the bewildered man.
ager.
II NEAR JIM what | say. They can
throw coal atny dog; they can sass
N.Y.
eyes, yes; lut | don't understand
about the whRy. What have my men
~ OU Will SOy WA4Shys
"Why, don you know. and you man
ager of the rdd? Well, moonshine whis-
ky's all rightnough ordinary days. but
we allus nd good old Kentucky for
Christmas. pay before yesterday gave
your mar iuIhis here kyar a jug and %
TO bring income prime Kentucky from
town fur Christmas. Yesterday, bang
through god your train, jug and whisky
and all andnever stops. Now, we ain't
a-goin to sind that from no road that
sven tooteh whistle to scare the steers.
I said Pdbet my boots next train nd
stop, and be has. Idon't allow nj man
to monkeIwith my llkker. He kin sass
my wife bid chuck coal
sSee hfe," said the manager tothe ex-
pressmai ibid you take his SEP
a'TwA't me-" said the messenger.
sMust I've been Bill Simmons, on No.
Q, and de must have gone through with
out stoping yesterday"
s.ThA all you want is your whisky
asked he manager, with a sigh OF relief.
sFaE's fair, boss. 'Tain't Christian
like drink moonshine this time OF the
year. Besides, he's got my $2 and the
jug.1
chats all right" cried the manager,
"Hke we got q Jug on the train
sHere's one" said the mountaineer,
taHng a jug from behind q log. They
hal been refreshing themselves while
whiting FOR the train.
lThe manager grasped 1t by the handle
turned it upside down and let the re
mains of the ''moonshine' gurgle out, II
the horror of the mountaineers. Then hi
started through the train, shouting
..Here, You men with TASKS, ] want hall
your stock. Pour it in here and be GLAD
You get off SO cheaply."
Every man who had q bottle produceG
it, and before Tompkins had g~onethrougt
two cars the jug was brim full. He wen1
back to the leader, who now allowed the
engineer and expressman to hold down
their hands.
taste that" said Tompkins.
The mountaineer smacked his lips aftel
sampling the content. That's q gooi
blend" ne said, with solemn reverence.
s'Blend2 You bet it's q blend. Nv,
blended it myself. There's a sample o
every known brand in the states there
Now, tomorrow, / give you my wore
that No. o stops and unships your jug
or therel1 be a row. Is that all rightg'
ssIt's all right, boss" said the leader
who had given the word. T~hereupol
his Iank company had flung the old tie
and tree trunks clear OF the track
You're o white man, If ron ! th
manager of this road. And your mel
can make fun OF my clothes an sass m.
wife all the've a-mind TO nm heave th
company's coal at my dog as long q
they know you amt a-goin to let ZEN
monkey with my whisky Robert Bar
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