Chicago eagle. [volume] (Chicago, Ill.) 1889-19??, 1895-09-21
HEN 1 looks back ward down


VT THEN looks back ward down
w their. the tra' H., sal. said, the b, old cat, cat,
reflects on with satisfaction It's Cher.
okee Hall. This yerc Hall was the
modestest, decentcst longhOrn rs ever
shakes his antlers In Arizona. He was
slim and light. with thin face and
gray eyes. This yerc man was card
sharp from his moccasins up, an
never knows him to have a dollar he
doesn't gamble for. Nuthin' tinhorn,
though. secs him one night, an he
sets calmly into some four-handcd po-
ker-$15, 600 table stakcs-an' he's jest
that sangulne an hopeful about landin'
on his feet as cimmnrrOn sheep. or
course, times was plenty flush these
days, an $4,000 don't seem no such
giant sum. Trade Is lively an values
high--aces up calm for $500 before the
draw-still we amt none Of us maxim
Of gunwaddin' Of no such roll as SIC, 900
even then. The days amt quite so hal.
cyon as all that. neither.
"Bu, what I likes most speshul In
every time right. He amt talkin' much,
an he aiu't Ecedin' advice, neither,
more'n pig needs a six-shOoter; but
when he concludes to do things you can
gamble he's eoin' to get It plenty right.
zone time This yere Cherokee and
Dan BogIs Is comm In from Tuscon
on the stage. Besides Cherokee an
Boggs along comes female, a close
hcrdin' of two young ones-which them
infants might have been stringin' liz
ards an every one a heap happier; an
sorter In charge of the whole outfit Ii
long, lean man In black coat. Well,
they hops In, nm Boggs an Cherokee
gives 'em the two back seats OH nc.
count Of the female an the yearlln's.
"'My name IL jones' says the man
in the black coat. when he gets settled
back an the stage Is goin', an I'm
an evangelist, an plucks brands from
the burnin'.'
"Tm powerful glad to know IT, says
Boggs. Them games Of chance which
enjoys public notice In this yerc cline
are so various. an did think shorely
tests 'em all; but II devices you names
was ever open In Wolfville, ovcrlooks
the same complete
"'Porc sInkin' SOUL says the black.
co6t man. he's a.founderin' In the
mire Of sin. Don't you know, my per.
ishin' friend, you are bein' swept down.
ward In the river Of your own sinful
life till your soul will be drowned In
the abyssY
"'Well, no. says Boggs, 4 don't.
allows was maxim mighty dry ford
Of IT,
"'Lost! Lost. says the black.coat
man, a-leanin' back plenty hopeless.
1t Il stiff.necked generation, an q
sorely perversc lot
"Wcll, the stage jolts along two or
three miles an nuthin' bein' said. The
black.coat man groans occasionally,
which worries Boggs, an the two In.
fants, settin' restless, comes tumblin'
over onto Cherokee an 20 searchin' OF
his pockets for mement0es. This yere
10 about as pleasant an refreshin' Ia
Cherokee as bein' burned ut the stake,
but the mother she leans back an
smiles, an Of course he's plumb help.
lesa
"'My pore worm,' finally says the
black.coat man. addressin' Of BOggs
whatever avocatiOns has you an your
lost c0mpaniOn!'
"'Why.' says Boggs, this ycre's Hal
Cherokee Hail He turns faro In the
Red Light: an continues Boggs. allow
erin Of his voice. hes us squar' u man
as ever counted q deck. ActOolly, pard
you might not think II, but all that man
knows about a cold deck or dealln' sec
Ond. or any sech sinful schemes. Is jest
mere tradition
"'Brother,' says the female. brist
lin up an tacklin' the blacas.cOat man
don't talk to them persons no more
Them's gamblers an awful mean men,
an with that she snatches away the
yearlin's like they was contaminated.
"This was some relief to Cherokee
but the young ones howl like coyotes
an wants to come back an finish rob
bin their victim. But the mother, she
spanks 'em. an when Boggs was goin
to give 'em some cartridges outen his
belt to amoOse EN-, she sasses him scan
dalous, an allows she amt needin' nc
attentions from him. Then she leans
back an shorts Mt Cherokee an BOggi
mighty contcmptuous. The young ones
keeps on yellin' In unmel0diOus way
and while Cherokee Is cam an dom
let OH like he minds 1t much, BOggs geti
nervous, an finally Tugs out his bottle
amin to drink a lot an compose hi
feelin's. which they was somewhat har
rowed by now.
"'Weli, never says the woman. .
shorely sees sOts before now, but a
least they had the decency not to drinl
before lady,
"This stampedes BOggs complete, an
so he throws the bottle outen the stage
an don't get no drink.
"After a while the stage strikes int
the upper end Of dark, rocky canyon
This yere canyon was about two mile,
long an was lately reckoned some bad
Nuthin' has ever happened on the line
but these we're was the days when Vic
t0ria and his Apaches was cavOrtn
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