The Scranton tribune. [volume] (Scranton, Pa.) 1891-1910, 1895-08-22
/. /. The Hand
The Dead MAN Held.
A. II. LEWIS, i'm the Timgs-Herald.

"It was a hot day in June" said the
old cattleman, as he thoughtfully read
the makers name in his sombrero, an
while not possessin' one Of these we're
heat-guages to say ackerate. I'm al
lowin' it was ridin' hard on 1este seen
weather as this. The Tucson mail was
in an a band of us was at the post
office a maxim of demands for letters.
when in comes Cherokee Hail looKln
some moody an sets himself down on
shoe box.
which YOU no doubt thinks as how
you'll take some missives yousef this
mognin'," says Dock Peets. 'noticin
or his gloom. in aimin' to pint his IDEAS
up some other trail. Pass over them
documents for Cherokee Hall. an don't
try for to hold out nc.hin' onto US.
for we're way too peevish to stand any
offisalul gaities today
".There amt no one weakninded
enuf to write to me none says Chero-
kee. which l remarks this yere phe-
nOmenon with pleasure. Mail bags pack
grief, not Joy, an l 'ain't honin for no
hand in the game, whatever. It's mr.
teen years since buys a stamp or gets
a letter. an all thirst therefor Is as
sua ged complete.
"'Fiftesn years Is shore long time
says Enright. an then We all hops into
our letters again. Finally Cherokee
breaks in once more.
~ amt aimin to invest Wolfville In
no superstitio fears says Cherokee,
but jest chronicles as u current event
how | was sittin' into little poker
last night and three times straight
picks up 1.-The hand the dead man held"
Jacks up on eights, an it win every
time
who all lose to it?' asks Dan Bogss.
some breathless.
way says Cherokee. it's every
time that old long-horn as comes In
from Tucson. back some two weeks
ago
YES says Boggs. a gettin mighty
decided, AN you bet your saddle an
throw the pony in. death Is fixin' its
sights foG him right now. It's shorely
a-warnin' an I'm glad whole lot 1t
amt none OF the boys. that's ALL
'''You see. this yere stranger who
Cherokee alludes at, comes over from
Tucson a little while before this. He
had long white hair an beard. an,
jedgin' from the rings on his horns. he
was maybe a-comin' 60. He seemed
like he had plenty of money. an We
takes it: he's all right. His leavin'
Tucson showed he had sense, SO We
cashes him at his own figgsr. OF
course, We all never asks his name
none, as askin' names an looking at
the brands on hoss is speshul roode
in the west. an shows your bringing up
an frequent your 'bringin' down; but
he allows he's called old Bill Gentry
to the boys: an he an Faro Nell are
particular friendly.
"'Talkin to him. says Faro Nell. is
Jest like lyin' in the shade. He knows
everything, too, all about books an
things all over the world. He was
tellin' me. too. as how he had daugh-
ter like me that dies way back some
'ers about when I was yearlin'. He
feels heap bad about it yet. an gets
so sorry for him. so old an white-ha' rd.'
"'An' you may gamble says Boggs,
IF Nell likes him he's all right
IF Nell likes him. that makes him
all right says Cherokee
I'VE was still talkin' and readin' over
our mail in the posroffice. when all at
once we hears Jack Moore outside.
whats this yere literature as af-
fronts my eyes pasted onto the outside
of Uncle Sans wickeyup?' says Moore,
might truculent. We all goes out. an
there. shore enuf. Is a notice Offerin'
81 500 reward for some sharp who's been
standin' up the stage over on the
Lordsburg trail.
"'Whoever tacks this up. wonder
says Enright, 1t never was here ten
minutes ago.
We'll, Jest you all hover around an
watch the glory of its comm down.
says Moore, a-cuttin' 1t loose with his
knife an tearin' 1t up. I herewith
furnishes the information cold, this
yere camp Of Wolfville knows it busi-
ness an don't have to be notified Of
nuthin'. This yere outfit has vigil
ance committee, all reg'lar an which
I'm kettle-tender therefor; an when 1t
comes nacheral to announce some no.
tice to the public you all will perceive
me pervadin' of the scenery on hoss
an promulgatin' of said notice viver
voce. Am right, Enright"
"'All right as preachin', jack says
Enright You speaks trooth like rum
nin' brook
But whoever sticks up that notice?
Is the Information / pants for says
Boggs, a pickin' up an readin' Of the
piece.
"I reckon I posts that notice some
myself said a big squar man we don't
know, who comes in that mornin' on the
stage, an who was then a santerin'
about the suburbs of the crowd listenin'
to the talk.
"'Well. don't do 1t no more. pardner.'
says Moore, mighty grave, we're no
doubt way wrong. but we have our
own pecooliar notions about what looks
good: so after now dor't alter the land
scape none round yere, till you first
gets our views
I'm offerin' even money postin' no.
tices wouldn't hurt this camp little
bit says the stranger.
"'Well. comm right to cases. says
Enright, 1t don't hurt US none, but 1t