The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1895-09-15
AN EPISODE OF WoLFVILLE.
a RESIDENT TELLS OF THE IN
GRATITUDE OF A STRANGER.
TenderIy Nursed by the Marshall At
ter Being Convicted of Smallpox,
He becomes DisngreeabIe over the
Loss of an Eye.

''Speakin' of sheriffs.'' remarked the old
cattleman, as he tilted his chair back and
lit his pipe for talk. "speakin' of sherifs
reminds me a mighty sight of Jack Moore.
Moore amt no sherin-he was a heap more
baleful official. Moore was marshal of
WoIfville. which was the same as my own
home camp. Moore was Wolfville's first
marshal I knows him from way back,
! before We goes in for law an bein' a sure
'nuf city, and when he's a sort of kettle
tender. and does the rope work for the
strangers. Whatever was the strangers,
you ask? Wen. some folks. call 'em the
vigilance committee; but that's some long
for name. so VEAL in Wolfville alters
alludes to EN- as strangers This yere
for a name is brief. and likewise sheds
some light.
You shorely orter seen Moore as mar
shall reckon he was the most pro bono
publico marshall in the southwest. He
would do anything from fight to fiddle at
a dance, so it's a public play. And then
his idees about dooties was wide. He jest
secuted the entire scene, and don't pay no
more heed the county limits and town lines
" "A Official says Moore. who diffuse
himself around none, and jests confines
his endeavors to his own bailiwick, is re-
restricted and ineffectooal, and couldn't
keep down crime in a Village of prairie
dogs, let alone Caucasians,' and then he'd
cinch on his saddle, and maybe go surgin'
off as far north as the rifle pits or east
to the turkey track
But as for doing his dooty, why doin'
his dOoty was simply relaxation for Jack
Moore. l recalls one instance special: One
day there comes trailin' along inter Wolf
vile a party from around 'Yallerhouse,
som ers. This yere Yallerhouse man looks
disperated and some off color as to health.
But, of course, we don't refer none to it;
for whether this yere stranger is sick or
well is his business, not ours, in its nrst
stage, at least. So the Yallerhouse man
tracks to the Red Light saloon and tells
the barkeep to set out the nose paint. He
drinks all alone, no invitin' of the popu-
lous,> whereby we knows for shore he's
shorely off his feed. He don't neglect
bein' polite, malevolent, jest natural for
gets it, he's that sick
'Well. after he take forty drops this
yere invalid camps down in the stage sta
ton, and next mornin' he wakes up plumb
locoed
" This we're Yallerhouse man. says Dan
Boggs, comm into the Red Light saloon
about fust drink time and speakin' gene
raj, is what conservative 'pinion might
call some sick" l stops and asks him
how he's stackin' up all general like, but
il amt no use. He's clean off his reser-
walton and crazy as a woman's watch.
3" Whatever do you allow is the matter
with him, Boggs? asks Sam Enright, who
is one of WORTHLESS big chiefs.
=" Smallpox, says Boggs, mighty con-
fdent
Smallpox repeats Enright; be you
shore%
That's what 1 says" answers Boggs;
land you can gamble my long suit is pick
in out smallpox every time. / knows the
signal smoke"
AS soon as it gets blown around Wolf
vile this yere Yallerhouse man has the
smallpox everybody come canterin' over
to the Red Light, gets drink, and wants
to hold a caucus Enright takes the chair
and calls EN- to order
This yere meetin"' says Enright, mean
while beatin' with the butt of his six
shooter on poker table, sis somewhat
sudden and promiscus; but the object is
easy and plain. We are convened to con-
slider the physical condition of this gent
from the Yallerhouse which reports says
is locoed and can't talk for himself To
make this inquiry a success we oughter
see this Yallerhouse man; and as there is
fewer of him than of US, l app'in Jack
Moore, Bill Tut, and Boggs yere a com
mltLee OF tree 10 DTlnS MIN DelOTe US III
body Pendin' the return of the commit
tee the meetin will take a drink with the
chair"
I'm about a minute back comes the out
fit, packin' the Yallerhouse man all easy
enough in a blanket spreads him out
on the floor He's broke out around in
spots, like somethin' been a-stingin' of
him; an it's evident, as Boggs says, he's
sure huff locoed. He lays thar rollin his
eyes an carryin' on to himself; but he
don't address the chair or offer to take
no part in the meetin. Enright takes his
drink all slow an dignifed. an gazes at
the Yallerhouse man on the floor.
Every gent" says Enright, I'm favor
of this Yallerhouse man havin' the small
pox say Aye; contrary minds No"
Everybody yells Aye.
(which the Ayes have it unanimous
says Enright The Yalerhouse man has
the smallpox, and the next chicken on the
parliamentary roost is the question.
Whatever is to be done to make this yere
malady a success?' Is there any sugges-
tions?"
" MIR President, says Texas Thompson.
rising in his place, L done took no hand in
these yere proceedings so far, through
ign'rance of the purposes of this yere
cOnvocatiOn. Said purposes bein' now for
the first time lined up all right in my
mind an the question bein' what's to be
done with our captive? l axes your indul-
gence. My first idee was that our dooty
and our path was plain. and that we all
takes a spare lariat and hangs this yere
Yallerhouse person to the dancehall wind
mill. But this course, on second thought
seems prematoer, and the child of i'm
pulse. Still, Mr.. President, somethin' must
be done; and while, my mind by no means
crar, l suggests we turn the gent over to
Jack Moore which is the marshal hereof
to ride herd on him and hold him till
further orders. And L make a motion to
that effect
" Second the motion says Cherokee
Hall.
" You don't have to put the motion, Mr.
President, says Jack Moore. I've been
circulatin the idee some myself, and l
reckon it's my dooty as M rshal to take
charge of this Yallerhouse man. You can
bet anything which gets sawed off onto me
as my official dooty goes; and don't make
no doubt about it. Here's how | trails out
on this: If 1t amt my dooty to take keer
of this gent, whose dooty is it? 'Tain't
nobody's. Therefore 1 plays the hand
" Which the same bein eminent salts
factory says Bill Tut, I moves we do
now adjourn
We'll Moore takes the Yallerhouse man