The Scranton tribune. [volume] (Scranton, Pa.) 1891-1910, 1895-08-22

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in 1t. Is heap unpleasant. So don't do
it no more
well. don't aim to do It any more
| says the man, but l still clings to my
idee that notices amt no setback to this
camp
(which the same bein' a mere thee
ry.' says Doc Peets. personal to your
cuss it, so let's US all wheel under cover
| for drink
so we all lines up on the Early Birds
bar an the drinks ends the talk. as
they allers ought to.
along onto night we gets cooler. an
by second drink time in the evenin' ev-
| eryone was movin' about, an as 1t hap
pens. quite a band was in the Red
Light; some drinkin' an exchangin'
Of views. an some buckin' the various
games which was goin.' wide open all
around. Cherokee Hall was a sittin'
behind his box an Faro Nell. who
lotted a heap more on Cherokee than
on any Of us-seemed like. from little
| girl. she'd give pony for smile from
| CherOkee-was sittin' up at his shoulder
I'M the lookout stool. The game was
goin' plenty lively when along comes
old Gentry. Cherokee takes a look at
! him an seems worried little, thtnkin',
no doubt. Of them hands the dead man
| held but goes on dealin' without a
word.
Where you done been all day%
asked Nell to the old man. 4 amt seen
you none whatever since yesterday
Why, l gets tired and done up
lot sittin' agin Cherokee last night
| says the old man, AN so jest prowls
down In my blankets an sleeps till
about an hour ago.
so the old man buys stack OF blues
ar thanl all tho If
Jest then in comes the big man who was
| postin' of the notices former. an points
| a siX-shooter at Gentry an says:
"'Put your hands up-put them up
quick or I'll drill you. Old as you be
| don't take no chances
AT the first word Nell comes down
off her stool like small landslide.
while Cherokee brings gun to the
front in fash. The old man was right
up with the procession. too, an stood
thar. his gun in his hand. his eyes
| glitterin' an his white beard a-curlin
| like a cats. He was clean strain, he
was.
LET me get word In. gents says
Cherokee. plenty cam; an don't no
no one set in his stack unless he's got
| hand. l does business yere my way,
an I'm shorely due to down the first
man who shoots across any layout Of
HIiIC IJOut hO M thC
| next census'll count one behind, shore
What be you all amin to celebrate.
anyhow? says Jack Moore. gettin' the
big mans gun, while Boggs gets Cen
try's. Who's Wolfville entertainin
yere. I'd like to know?
I'm a Wells-Faro detective says
the big man. and this yere,' pointin' to
old Gentry. is Jim Yates. the biggest
hold-up an stage robber between here
an Frisco. That old tarrapin'll stop
stage like a young-one would a clock,
Jest to see what's into 1t. He's the man
/ was pastin' up the notice for this
mccnin'.'
Hes liar,' says the old man, a
gettin' uglier every minute. Give us
our sixshooters an turn us loose. an
II don't lance the roof of his lyin'
mouth with the front sight Of my gun,
I'll cash In for hossthief or anything else
you STAY
what do you say, Enright" says
Moore; let us give 'em their Gatlin's
an let them lops. I've got money as
says the Wells-Faro bill paster can't
take this yere old Cimmaron a little
Bit
Which l trails In says Boggs,
with a few chips on THE same card
NO says Enright; II this yere old
mans a rustlin the mails we can't know
it too quick. Wolfville Is a straight
camp am don't back no criminal plays;
none whatever
so Enright calls a meetin' Of the
strangers. of which he was head. an
we all goes over to the New York store
to talk 1t over. Before we done pow
vows two minutes up comes old Monte.
the stage driver, all dust an cuss
words. an allows he's been stood up
out by tIhe Cow Springs six hours before.
an Is out the mail bag an the Adams
COmpanys box. We all looked at old
man Gentry. an he shorely seemed to
cripple down whole lot.
".Gentry.' says Peets after minute:
walkin' over to him, I hears you tell
Nell you was sleepin' all day. Jest
take this yere committee to your bud
wer an let's see how 1t looks some
1.-The turns agln' me- said the old
man, an I lose. I'll cut 1t short for
you-all an tell you right off the reel;
I held UP the stage this afternoon me-
SELF
This yere's straight goods, I takes
It, says Enright. AN our dooty's plain.
Go over to the corral and get lariat,
Moore
Don't let Enright hang the old man,
Cherokee says Neil, beginning to cry.
Please don't let 'em hang him.
This holdin' your gun on your
friends amt no plcnic,' says Cherokee,
fiushin' up an turnin' paler than ever,
'but your word goes with me, Nell.
Now this yere is the way we does. I'll
make them a talk an bring the best
hoss you see saddled. I'll still be talkin'
when You comes back. an you creeps
up an whispers to the old man to make
a jump for the poney while covers the
deal with my six-shOoter. If they gets
him then. they'll get him in the smoke.
It's piayin' II low on Enright an Peets
an the rest. but I'll do 1t for you, Nell
so Cherokee says to the girl good
by an squares himself for what he
knows will be desperate play an
from which It's goin' to be some unusual
II he comes out alive. Then ne begins
to talk an Nell makes a quiet break
for the corral. But no boss was needed.
Cherokee didn't talk a minute when all
at once the old man tips Off his chair in
q 'pleptic flt. A 'plept1c fit IL very per-
miscus an tryin' an when he comes to
himself he was camped Just this side
Of the dead line. an could only whisper.
Come 'yere,' says he. a-motionin'
to Cherokee, there's a stack Of blues
where sets 1t on the ten open, which
you amt turned for yet. Take every
thing I got an put 1t with It. II it
lose it's yours Of course; II II win give
1t to the little girl
This was all he says an he dies the
very next second on the list There was
over $1,000 In his warbags an we all
possesses o1rse'fs OF 1t mighty prompt
an goes over to-the Red Light an puts
II on the ten along Of the stack of
blues. Cherokee goes on with the deal
an I'm blessed n the ten wasn't loser
an Cherokee gets II all.
But won't win agtn' q dead man.
says Cherokee an gives It to Nell, who
wasn't 80 superstitious. ~
DO you mind says ,Boggs. as we
all takes a drink after, as how pro-
rihesied this yere the. minute I hears
Cherokee a-tellln' about his Jacks up
on the eights" the 'thand the dead man