The Wilmington daily Republican., 1895-08-08


anyhow says Jack Moore, gettip the bia
mans gun, while Boggs gets Gentry,e.
Who's WQlfyilie entertainin yere, I'd like
to knowi'
I'm Wells Fargo detective says the
big man, IAN this yere, a-pointin b old
Gentry, lis Jim Yates, the biggest holdur
an stage robber between hero an Frisco.
That old tarrapin'll stop stage like O
young one would clock, Jest to see whats
Into 1t. He's the man was pastin up the
notice for this mornin.'
"'He's liar, says the old man a-gettin
uglier every minute. Give us our six
shooters an turn us loose, man. II don't
lance the roof of his lyin mouth with the
front sight of my gun, III cash In for
hoss thief or anything else you say.'
"'What do you say, Enrlghtr saya
Moore. Let us give 'em their gatlin's an
lot them lope. I've got money as says the
Wells Fargo bill paster can't take this yers
old Cimmaron little bit.'
(which trails In, says Boggs, with
few chips on the same card
"'No,' says Enright. If this yere old
mans a-rustlin the mails, we can't know
1t too quick. Wolfyille Is straight camp
an don't back no criminal plays, nona
whatever
$50 Enright calls 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 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 oompany's box. We all looked
at old man Gentry, an he shorely scanned
to cripple down whole lot.
Ht(Ionfry anVa Paefg aftqr ypf0uta
walkin over to him, 4 hears you tell Nell
you was sleepin 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. I'll cut It short for you
all an tell you right of the reel I held up
the stage this afternoon mesef.'
"'This yere's straight goods, I take It,
says Enright, AN our duty's plain. Go
over to the corral m get lariat, Moore
Don't let Enright hang the old man,
Cherokee says Nell, beginnin to ory.
Please don't let 'em hang him.
"'This holdin your gun on your friends
amt no picnic, says Cherokee, fushin 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 talk, an
you run over to the corral an bring the best
hoss you see saddled. III still be taikip
when you come back, an you creeps up an
whispers to the old man to make jump
for the pony while covers the deal with
my six shooter. II they gets him then,
they'll get him In the smoke. It's playin
1t low on Enright an Peets on the rest,
but I'll do 1t for you, Noll'
so Cherokee says to the girl, 'Goodby,'
an squares himself for what he knows will
be q desperate play, an from which It's
goin to be some unusual IL he comes out
alive. Then he begins to talk, an Nell
makes quiet break for the corral But
no hoss was needed. Cherokee didn't talk
minute when all at once the old man
tips of his chair in 'pleptic fit. A 'plep-
ito fit is very permiscus an tryin, an
when be 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 stack of blues where
sets 1t on the ten, open, which you amt
turned for yet Take everything got an
put 1t with 1t. If 1t lose, it's yours, of
course; If 1t win, give it to the little girl
This was all he says, an he dies the
very next second on the list. There was
over 81, 900 in his warbags, an we all pos
sesses ourse'fs of 1t mighty prompt an
goes over to the Red Light an puts 1t on
tho ten along of tho stack of blues. Chero-
kee goes on with the deal, an I'm blessed
II the ten wasn't loser, an Cherokee gets it
all.
"'But won't win agln a dead man.,
says Cherokee, an gives 1t to Nell, who
wasn't SO superstitious.
DO you mind, says Boggs as we all
takes a drink after, as how prophesied
this yere the minute hears Cherokee
a-tellin about his jacks up on the eights,
the hand the dead man heldP New
York Times.