The Wilmington daily Republican. (Wilmington, Del.) 1890-1902, 1895-08-26

back or too many round him, or Pickles
eouldn't git his boss step, or sornethin,
fer no didn't throw II, but Jest kept yellin
nm ridin louder an faster every minute.
About this time Stockton came out from
his barroom.
".Look here Pickles, he says, I've jest
told three Of my men to shoot you up
whole lot II you go TO pitch that rope fest
once, an they'r goin to do 10. Bein az the
news concerned you personal, l allowed II
WASN'T nuthin more than friendly to tell
you. Then, sgin, don't like 10 lose
good customer like you till has to no
how
ago old Ike he goes back to his barroom,
an Pickles gifts down en- leaves his hoss
standln an comes back up on tho porch
"'Do you know, Jack, he says I don't
like the onrespeckful way you talks Of In.
juns. I'm Injun part myself, AID don't
like It,
"'NoP says Jack. ! s'pose that's fact
too. An yet, Pickles, not intendln nuthin
personal at all, fer wouldn't be personal
with horned toad, I'm not only snre-
speckful Of an Injun an thinks the gov
ment oughter pay bounty fer the skelps,
but states belief that a mean, ornery,
mud blooded, sneakin, boss stealth mon
grel Of half breed is lower yet, holdin
he ain'teveu people-ain't nuthin, In fact.
But, to change the subject as well an open
up avenue fer anuther round Of drinks, III
bet you, Pickles, you stole that boss down
thar an that the OK" brand on his
shoulder amt no brand at all, but Jest
picked on with the point Of knife
when Jack puts Ii all over Pickles this
away, we looked fer some shootin shore,
But Pickles couldn't steady himself on the
vtr 40 ltla lotu of rNNpfaa va
seed. He'd ride right at thing as though
he was goin clean through or over, an jest
the last second he'd shy an finch on weak
en-. The fact Is son, It wasn't Pickles
fault. There ain't any breed of man on
earth but the pure white as will play des-
perate deal clean through an call the turn
fer life or death at the close, an OF course
Pickles was only half white. So he laugh
ed sorter ugly at Jacks bluff an allowed
he'd order drinks without no bettin.
"'An then, Jack, he says, i want you
to take dinner with me. III have Ike git
up somethin right
"'I'll go you,' says Jack, III 1t amt
nutbin but sowbelly.'
"Ill lx you people up feed, says old
Ike but you can't do your feedin in no
dinin room of mine. III fix 1t over in the
camphouse t'othcr side tho corral, an you
kin be Jest as sociable as you please. There
won't DO nuthin nor nobody fer you to
hurt or disturb over there
after little their grub was got ready
In tho caphouse an Jack an Pickles walks
over side an side. They goes in an shuts
the door, an in about Eve minutes bangi
bangi goes the two six shooters, an we all
canters over an finds Jack eatin away all
right an Pickles over the other side with
his head in his tin plate an his brains run
min out over his left eye.
at don't look like Pickles was hun
CRY much, after all, says Jack.
"Theyd both pulled their guns as they
sat down an put EN- in their laps, but, Jest
as / say, Pickles couldn't stan the pres
sure, an Rittin nervous he grabbed fer his
gun, an as be went to git 1t up the muz
zle caught under tho table top an there his
bullet was all safe in the wood. Jack,
bein clean strain, had better luck. After
dinner we impaneled q jury an tried Jack
fer the KILN. OF course we know'd he'd
got to be acquitted an the KILN was right,
but 1t bothered us heap to find ground
to put 1t on.
You see, says Dan Boggs this kill
in was bound to be all right from the
jump, no matter who'd got sailed. Each
was sigin the other on, an they jest went
to this shootin hand In hand like brothers.
Neither was 10 blame, an that's what gifts
me-
FINALLY Cherokee Hall gifts up an says,
This here KILN was all right, but there
bein some present difficulty of givin the
reasons why it's all right, an OWN as we
do dooty to the public, moves you that
our verdict be justified homicide" based
on the ground that Pickles commits sui
cide.'
"This was good enough. OF course Pic.
kles didn't commit suicide none, but that
didn't hurt it for a reason Jest the same. y
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