The Coconino weekly sun., 1895-04-18

P P;';:::: $;:::: <: ;;: 5: ::;; ::::; i; ;: ,huckling. "He's ironed hand and foot, for fear of accidents; but mind, if he goes for you, yell, and I'll let you out"
 So the policeman threw open the grated door,
 "Prisoner, here's your lawyer, and I warn you, if you smash him you won't get another"
 The door swung to behind me, but so lark was the cell that at first l could sec nothing of ''Mr. Jones'"
 Good afternoon-ahem" said I, fecbly. One never knows what may happen in the Bitter Root City jail.
 Fl ain't going to hurt you,' growled the prisoner. "Sit down; make your self at home."
 The voice was manly, resonant; the ,.nan was young athlete; could just see that his boots were the dainty, high-heeled Wellingtons of cowboy, while the rest of his dress-e sombrero, shirt, overalls, broad web belt and silk handkerchief around the neck bore out the character. The mans presence already brought up some faint memory; indeed, 1 felt that knew him, but not under the surname of Jones. Surely this sunburnt young frontiersman was some old friend!
 II can't offer you any refreshments, MT. Lawyer" said the boy, drowsily. The accommodations, in fact, are slim very slim. Why" he woke up; what the deuce are you staring at?"
 "Jack Brancepeth," ventured, ''don't you know me?"
 What? Williams, major? Hurrah! Shake, you dufferw
 It was not easy to shake hands, for any old schoolfellow was shackled, .spreadeagle fashion, to the bed. . Yes" he laughed; they've got me roped for branding, and then they'll clip my ears and corral me all by my self, lest corrupt the good manners oi the other victims"
 Well" said I, frankly, it jolly well serves you right. A fool who amuses himself shooting the stock brokers on on change ought to be-"
 "Smacked," said Jack. II knocked out three deputy marshals, damaged one sheriff, bored a few holes through things generally. wish could chew up some more police, by way of dessert. feel as happy as chip"
 Look here, we're civilized people 1T Bitter Root City; we're not used tc ,cow-punchers."
 "Well, you don't amount to shucks as you say. Look here; want you tt let down the bars of this corral-l'vt been lonesome"
 "How can get you out? Don't yor .see-these stockholders are not used tC being shot aS?"
 "Yes," he groaned; that's what the matter. I've offended their little local prejudices. But that's all right.
 Ali right for state prison," ex plained.
 He only chuckled.
 Well, I did ruffie them up some But, as say, that's all right. I'll tel you the straight yarn-then you cal turn it into the right kind ot lies an' have them sworn to. See?"
 ''Go on" said I.
 Well, to begin with, I got me [ tract of meadow land up Wild creek back of Branchville, Idaho-do yo' know the place? No? We'll, stocked the ranch out of what I'd saved with . shorthorn bull by Climax, togethej with thirty-nine head of scrub cattle and a band of ponies. Since then whenever I've happened upon mayer icks-unbranded cattle, you know I've adopted the poor orphans, clappeC on my little Q-that's my brand-anC turned 'em into the pasture. There been some satisfaction in annexing olc Silas Hewson's calves, but even then I ain't over and above square dealing besides which it's slow work building up wealth out of strays. So, suppos' +one hundred head all told would mak