The Hawaiian star. [volume] (Honolulu [Oahu]) 1893-1912, 1895-02-07

/ imagine that if they break open the
safe they'll be in big hurry to get
away and will leave the pa ,engcrs
alone Still, | don't know, SO warn ev-
erybody."
There is no question but the manager
was a brave man. He went briskly for
ward. as if nothing particular WAS
wrong and it was all little mistake
that could be explained away in few
words. As he walked the length of the
train he made up his mind to sacrifice the
$500, 600 if by so doing he could pre-
vent bloodshod and further robbery.
Whats the row here?' he cried
cheerfully as he approached the gloomy
group of mountaineers.
who are you, anyhow asked the
man who was covering" the express
messenger.
"Who am /? I'm the manager of this
railroad What do you fellows mean by
stopping one of my trains?"
The man lowered his rifle and looked
at the manager.
Whats the matter with your" add
ed Tompkins.
1.-The matters just this, Mr.. Mana
ger. You run the gol darndest railroad
in all creation. That's what's the mat.
ter, an we amt a-goin to stand it no
longer. | don't mind your trainmen
throwin coal at my dog, | don't mind
'em sassing my wife an maxim fun of
my clothes, but when it comes to mon
keying with my whisky I'm dod gasted
if I'm a-goin to stand it. "
The other mountaineers nodded their
approval of these sentiments.
"Monkeying with your whisllyi
What do you mean2" cried the bewil-
dered manager.
II mean just what say. They can
throw coal at my dog they can sass
N.Y.
Eyes. yes, but / don't understand
about the whisky. What have my men
to do with your whisky"
why, don't you know, and you
manager of the road? Well, moonshino
whisky's all right enough ordinary
days, but we allus has good old Ken.
lucky for Christmas. Day before yester.
day gave your man in this here kyar
"a jug IN So to bring me some prime
Kentucky from town fur Christmas.
Yesterday bang through goes your
train, jug an whisky an all an
never stops. Now, we amt a-goin tC
stand that from no road that ever footed
whistle to scare the steers. | said l'C
bet my boots next train'd stop, an sht
has. | don't allow no man to monkey
with my likker. He kin sass my wifi,
an chuck COAL
"See here" said the manager to TIN
expressman, did you take his ser"
"'Twan't me" said the messenger
''Must have been Bill Simmons on No
0. and she must have gone through with
out stopping yesterday"
Then all you want is your whisky?'
asked the manager, with sigh of re
lief.
Fairs faic, boss. 'Tisn't Christian
like to drink moonshine this time of til,
year. Besides he's got my SO an tn,
jug.
That's all right, - cried tho mana
ger. Have we got a jug ON the traiIif"
Here's one" said the mountaiIeer,
taking jug from behind log. They
had been refreshing themselves while
waiting for the train.
The manager grasped it by the ham
die, turned it upside down and let the
remains of the 'moonshine" gurgle ont,
to the horror of the mountaineers Then
he started through the train, shouting:
Here, you men with hasksl want
half your stock Pour it in here and be
glad to get off so cheaplyP'
Every man who had bottle produced
/ it, and before Tompkins had gone
through two cars the jug was brimming
full. He went back to the leader, who
now allowed the engineer and express.
man to hold down their hands.
''Taste that" said Tompkins.
The mountaineer smacked his lips aft.
er sampling the contents. That's q
good blend." he said. with solemn rev.
erence.
BLEND? You bet it's blend. I've
blended it myself There's a sample o.
every known brand in the States there
Now, tomorrow 1 give you my wore