Middlebury register. (Middlebury, Vt.) 1886-1937, 1895-07-26

ly when along comes old Gentry. Chcro
kec takes look at him an seems worried
little, thinkin no doubt of them hands
the dead men held, but goes on dealin
without n word
Where you done been all days" asked
Nell to the old man. L amt seen you
none whatever since Yesterday
Why, | gets tired an done up lot
settin agai1 Cherokee last night, says the
old man, an so l jest prowls down in my
blankets an sleeps till about an hour ago
so the old man buys stack of blues
an sets them all on the ten. 1t was jest
then in comes the big man who was postin
of the notices former an pointsa six shoot.
err at Gentry an says
Put your hands up-put them up
quick, or I'll drill youl Old as you be ]
don't take no chances.
AT the first word Nell comes down of
her stool like a small landslide, while
Cherokee brings a gun to the front in
flash. The old man was right up with the
procession. too, an stood thar, his gun in
his hand, his eyes a-glittcrin an his white
beard a-curlin ike cats. He was clean
strain, he was.
" Let me get word in, gents says
Cherokee. plenty cam, AN don't no one
set in his stack unless he's to hand
docs business we're my way, an I'm Shorcly
due to down the first man who shoots
across any la-out Of mine. Don't make no
mistake, or the Lest census II count one
behind. >h1.r
O. What II, You all ainlin to celebrate,
anyhow suys lack M1u:u. s,ri in the big
mans gun. while BoguS gets Gentry
who's Wolfyi,lc entertainin yere, I'd like
to know
"'Im a Wclls-Fargo detective, says the
big man, AN his yere a-pointin to old
Gentry, Is Jim Yates, the biggest holdup
an stage ruhhrr between here an Frisco
/ That old tarrapin II stop stage like "A
/ young one womb clock, jest to see what 5
into it, He's the man was pastin up the
notice for his morun.
Giles liar says the old man a-gcttin
uglier every minute. Give us our six
shooters an turn us loose, man. If | don I
lance the roof of his lyin mouth with the
front sight of my gun, Ill cash in for a
boss thief or anything else you say.
"'What do you say, Esright?' says
Moore Let us give 'em their gatlins an
let them lope. I've got money as says the
Wells Fargo bill pastcr can't take this yere
old Cimmaron little bit.
"'Which l trails in, says Boggs, with
a few chips on the same card
Ono, says Enright. If this yerc old
man a-rustlin the mails. we can't know
it too quick. Wolfvlle is u straight camp
an don't back no criminal plays, none
whatever.
$50 Enright calls a mcetin of the
strangers OF which he was head, an we
all goes over to the New York store to talk
it over. Before we done powwows two
minutes up comes old Monte, the stage
driver all dust an cuss words, an allows
he's been stood up out by the Cow springs
six hours before an is out the mailbag an
the Adams company's box. Wei looked
at old man Gentry, an he shorcly seemed
to cripple down whole lot.
Gentry, says Poets after minute,
W. kin over to him. / hears you tell Nell
you was slccpir all day jest take this
yere committee to your budwer an let's see
how it looks some
"'The turns agin me, said the old
man, AN lose. III cut it short for you
all an tell you right off the reel l held VI
the stage this afternoon mesef.'
"'This ycres straight goods, take it,
says Enright, an our duty's plain. &c
over to the corral an get Il larat, Moore.
Don't let Enright hang th- old man,
Cherokee says Nell, bcginnin to cry
please don't let 'cm hang him
This holdin your gun on your friends
amt no picnic says Cherokee nushin NJ
an turnin paler than ever, but Your Woo
goes with me, Nell Now, this ycrc is he
way we does: IL make them talk, III
you run over to the corral an bring ne best
boss You see saddled. I'll still be talkiI
when you come back, an you crccps up al
whispers to the old man to make "a juml
for the pony while l covers the deal will
my six shooter. If they gets him then
they il get him in the smoke. Its playiI
it low on Enr-ht an Poets an the rest
but III do it for you, Nell
$50 Cherokee says to the girl, Goodby,
an squares himself for what he knows vii
be "A desperate play, an from which it!
goin to be some unusual if he comes on
alive. Then he begins to talk, an Mel
makes a quiet break for the corral. Blu
no boss was needed. Cherokee didn't tall
a minute when all at once the old MAJ
tips off his chair in II 'pleptic fit A 'plep
tic fit is a very permiscus an tryin, al
when he comes to himself he was campeC
just this side Of the dead line an coulC
only whisper.
"'Come ycre says he a-motionin t.
Cherokee. There's IA stack of blues wher
) l sets it on the ten, open, which you ain
turned for yet. Take everything | got al
put IL with II. II III lose, III yours, o
course if it win, give it To the little girl.
'This was all he says, an he dies tn
very next second on the list. There wa
| over 81, 600 in his warbags, an we all pos
sesses ourse'fs of it mighty prompt al
goes over to the Red Light an puts it OF
the ten along Of the stack of blues. Chero
kee goes on with the deal an I'm blesse,
if the ten WASH t loser, an Cherokee gets i
{ all.
, 80 But l won't win agin dead man,
says Cherokee an gives it to Nell, VIII
3 wasn't 50 superstitiOuS.
- Do you mind, says Boggs as we al
takes drink after, rs how l prophesie
, this yere The minute l hears Cherokee
! atellin about his jacks up on the Fights
, the hand the dead man held?' New
e York Times.
: A Bad Break.