Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1895-09-12
AN UNUSUAL MONUMENT.
Mark of Respect Shown Dunn
Animal by Appreciative Citizens.

Mark of Respect Shown Dumb
Animal by Appreciatfve Citizens.
The man from the limitless and uncut
tivated west was lolling back gracefully in
chair at a comfortable hotel when The
Star writer approached him and asked him
how he did. The westerner looked I'D in
surprise, made half hitch, as if he were
going back to his hip pocket, threw up
both hands. and fired string of oaths of
greeting at the intruder. with a vehemence
that would have unsettled a native of the
effete east. They had been acquaintance
years before in st. Louis, and had gone
their different ways to meet again in the
shadow of the Capitol Then they sat down
together and talked it over, the westerner
doing the bulk of the talking.
what became of the gentleman who
shot that hole through your ear?" In
qulred The Star writer, after he had heard
a number of lurid and livid tales.
"Him?" said the westerner, sticking his
| finger through the aperture, renectively.
"Oh, we buried him."
Did you get him ready for the funeral?'
"Me?'' in amazement Me? Bet your
life didn't. No man Twin could have done
that for Jack Dammit. He had been in
scraps from Denver to the City of Mexico
and repeat. and his track looked like pic
lures you used to see in our old geograp plies
Of the desert with skeletons about every
hundred yards. That was Jack"
How did you happen to miss being
skeletoniz ed like the others he had met?
Was it Providence?'
Providence nothing" he said, con-
temptuously. Providence wasn't in it with
Jack. He was struck by lightning three
times to my certain knowledge. and got off
with only u few burnt streaks every time
No. stree. 1t was just Jack. 1 had done
him favor once, before We had the fall
out, and he shot that hole there to show
| hr
told me when he kicked my gun out of my
hand and had me stood up against the
wall, unarmed and in his power"
He wasn't so bad after all. was he?"
"Bad2 Bad wasn't any name for it. He
was the very worst and getting more so
every minute. He bulldozed the town and
the county, and nobody dared raise hand
unless he ordered them to raise them,
which he did so often that it got rheuma-
tism started in the community
But who killed him?'
Nobody
Ibid he die natural death?"
"Of course not. Jack wasn't that kind
1t was mule. The dern thing was stand
in as meek as Moses hitched to a post in
front Of a saloon, and Jack come across
the street from the other side. l suppose
he had been in a million more dangerous
looking places than that, and he wasn't
thinking, when, just as he got within range
of the mules heels. the little devil let go
and they both lit square in Jacks face, and
laid him out cold in less time than it ever
took Jack to pull his gun when he meant
business"
What became of the mule?''
1.-The town bought him and kept him in
ease at the public expense till he overate
himself and died one night, and then we
built monument to him Of marble that
We sent clean to Italy for. 1t was the fin
est monument in our graveyard, and it had
this inscription on it: Sacred to the mem
| DRY of public benefactor, that got there
with both feet and never said word
about 1t. Go thou and do likewise That
last" concluded the man from the west,
was meant for a hint to one or two of
Jacks pals that had been hanging around
after his departure