Wheeling register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1878-1935, 1895-06-12

which resulted in life everlasting. Now,
boys, this is a racket full of solemnity.
We want nuthin' but good words. Don't
mind about the truth. Truth amt in
play at a funeral, nOhOw. We all knew
Jack. We know his record. How he
stole boss at Rincon an robbed man
last fall at Fort Craig; how he downed
man at Cruces and how that scar on
his neck he got from Wells-Fargo' S
people when he stopped a stage near
Tombstone; but we lays it all aside to-
day. We don't copper nary bet AT
o'clock yesterday morning, accom-
panied by the report of a Colts IS, Mr..
John King, who lies here so cool an
easy, left the dance hall an entered in
behind the white, Shinin gates of pearl
and sold which swing inward to glory
eternal. Ii is great setback at this
time there amt a sky pilot in the camp.
1t saws bigger boss onto us, but We'll
do our best At a time like this I've
heard that sinin, is good, safe break,
an l therefore call on that little gal
from Lake Valley to give us The Dy-
in Ranger.
So the little Lake Valley gal cleared
her valves with a drink an gives us
the song, an when the entire cOngrega-
ton drew cards on the last verse it did
everybody good.
Far away from his dear old Texas,
We laid him down to rest,
With his saddle for a pillow,
And his gun across his breast.
Then the postmaster got out a state
ment. I'm goin, to read a chapter out
of this here testament he says. 1
amt maxim no claim for il cause it's
part Of the game an accordin' to
Hoyle. If there was a preacher here
he'd do it, but there bein' no sech on
this range, l makes it as a forced play,
myself.
so he read us o chapter about the
sepulcher an Mary Magdaiene an the
resurrection an everybody took it
mighty owly, for of course that was the
lead TO make an We know it,
Then the postmaster said he'd like
to hear from any one under the head oil
good of the order
Mr.. Undertaken and Chairman,
says jim Hamilton, this thing weighs
on me heavy OF course, as keeper of
| the dance hall, I saw a heap or the
corpse, an knew him well. Mister
! King was my friend, an while his
moods were variable and uncertain an
it was clearly worth while to wear your
gun while he lowered near, l loved
/ him. He had weakness as do we all.
A disposition to make new rules as he
played along for those games of chance
/ which enjoyed his notice was perhaps
! his greatest fault His giving away To
/ this habit yesterday was primarily the
/ cause of his being gathered to his
! fathers. I hope he'll get along thar
an stand way ND in G with the people
Up thar. an if q word from me could t&
/ it. I'd put it I'm. / would say further
/ that after cousUltin' with Billy Burns
who keeps the other saloon, we have, in
honor of the dead, an to mark the ccca-
sion of his cashin' in. agreed upon a
business departure of interest TO YOU
all. This departure Nj. Burns Will
state
Mr.. Postmaster says Burns, J
/ knowed deceased. lie was q good man
an q dead game sport from way back
A protracted wrestle with the reckless
w compounded drinks of the frontier
/ had begun to tell on him, an for year
or so he was liable to have spells; that
was all. Rcfcrrin' to the remarks OF
Mr.. Hamilton. l states that by agree
! ment between us an in honor to the de-
parted the price of whisky IN this camp
from now On Will be two drinks lor q
quarter, instead of one as previous. we
don't want to disturb values or unset
tie trade. an we don't believe this will
We makes it as a ray Of light on The
darkness an gloom OF the hour.
after these remarks, which were
we'll received. we formed the procession
Two buglers from Fort Cummings took
the lead. with Jack in one Of the Silver
! Citv stage coaches comm next. Iht
pallbearers were on horses next in line
an the rest of the town strung along
Dermiscus on hOssbaCk an in wagons
"'This is a great day for Deming,
SAYS the postmaster, as he rode UP. ano
down the line. There amt 10 camp
this side of Albuquerque could turn
| this trick. l only wish Jack could see
! II himself. It's more calculated 70
bring this town into favorable nOuct
than a lynchin'.
AT the grave we turned in an, an
gave three cheers for King and three
for the postmaster, an last we gave
three cheers more and a tiger for the
town. The buglers give us everything
they knows. from the water call. to the
retreat. an while the niggers was a
shovelin' in the sand we banged away
with our six shooters for general erect
unite delightful. You can gamble
there ain't been no funeral like it be-
fore or after. 1t was lovely.
AT last the postmaster pulls out OF
the stage We used for Jack head
hoard. When it was set up II looked
like as if Jack wasn't satisfied WIN
that he'd be hard to suit. On II III Dig
! letters was:
! Observation-Disclosures. -
JOHN KING,
Life amt in holdin a good hand
But playin' poor hand well.
......... e. &c o o . % .
81. Won see. we've got to work IN IiI4
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