Pawtucket tribune. (Pawtucket, R.I.) 1890-189?, 1895-07-22

quick, " III uriIi your Oiu N you Do
don't take no cbanocs'
"At tho first word NeIl comes down of
her stool like small landslide, while
Cherokee brings q gun 20 the front in
flash. The old man was right up with tho
PROCESSION, too, Oh stood thar his gun In
his hand, his eyes a. a.glitterin AN his white
beard a.curlin like cats lie was clean
strain, he was.
"'Lot mo get q word IN, ger AsA6s
Cherokee, plenty cam, 'an don't hD~'1ne
set In his stack unless he's ~ % hand.
does business ycre my way, nh I'm sborely
due 20 down the first man who shoots
across any layout Of mine. Don't make no
mistake, or tho next censusll count one
behind, shore
"'Wbat be you all amin 10 celebrate,
anyhow says Jack Moore. Rettin tho big
mans gun, wiiic Boggs gets Gentry's
Who's Wolfyillc cntertainip yere, Ia Ike
u knowY
"Im Wells Fargo detective says the
big man, 'an this yere, a.poiDtin 70 old
Gentry, is Jim Yates, the biggest holdup
an stage robbor between here an Frisco
That old tarrapin'll stop stage like
young one would clock, Jest 10 see what's
into IL. He's the man l was pastin up the
notice for this morniD.'
iic y u mt Says tUb OIu man b-Beibih
uglicr every minute. Give us our six
shooters an turn us loose, man. IL don't
lance the roof Of his lyin mouth with the
front sight Of my gun, III cash I'm for u
hoss thief or anything else you say
"'What do you say, EDrightr says
Moore. Let us give 'cm their gatlin's an
let them lope. I've got money as says tho
Wells Fargo bill paster can't take this ycro
old CimmarOn n little bit
(which i trails in, says Boggs, with
few chips on the same card.
mo, says Enright. III this yere old
mans a-rustlin the mails, we can't know
II too quick. Wolfyille is u straight camp
an don't back no criminal plays, none
whatever
$50 Enright calls a mectin 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 company's box. We all looked
at old man Gentry, an he shorely seemed
to cripple down a whole lot.
Gentry says Poets after a minute
walkin over to him, Il hears you tell Nell
YOU WuS SIttplI. dli ddy. otSb tdhC WILD
yere committee TO your budwer All lets SEQ
how it looks some"
"'Thc turns agin me, said tho old
man. AN lose. I'll cut it short for you
all an tell you right off the reel. held up
the stage this afternoon mese'f'
""rhis ycrc's straight goods, take It,,
says Enright, an our duty's plain. Go
over TO the corral an get lariat Moore.
Don't let Enright hang the old man,
Cherokee, says Nell, beginnin to cry.
Please don't let 'cIn hang him.
"'This holdin your gun on your friends
amt no picnic, says Cherokee, fiushin up
an turnn paler than ever but your word
goes with me, Nell. Now, this yere is the
way we docs+ I'll make them a talk, an
you run over to the corral an bring the best
hoss you see saddled I'll still be talkin
when you come back, an you creeps up an
whispers to the old man to make u Jump
for the pony while covers the deal with
my six shooter II they gets him then,
they'll got him In the smoke. It's playin
1t low on Enright ON Poets an the rest,
but I'll do 1t for you, Nell
so Cherokee says to the girl, 'Goodby,'
an squares himself for what he knows will
be desperate play an from which it's
goin to be some unusual If he comes out
alive. Then he begins to talk, an Nell
makes a quiet break for the corral. But
no hoss was needed Cherokee didn't talk
a minute when oil at once the old man
tips off his chair in q 'pleptic fit. "A 'plep-
tic fit is very perrniscus an tryin, an
when he 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
I sets it on the ten, open, which you amt
turned for yet. Take everything got an
put it with It. If 1t lose, it's yours, of
course; If it win, give IL to the little girl
This was all he says, an he dies the
very next second on the list. There was
over $2, 900 in his warbags an we all pos
scssos ourse'fs of it mighty prompt an
goes over to the Red Light an puts it on
the ten along of the stack of blues. Chero-
kee goes on with the deal, an I'm blessed
If the ten wasn't loser, an Cherokee gets It
all
But / won't win agin dead man.
says Cherokee, an gives 1t to Nell who
wasn't SO superstitious.
''Do you mind says Boggs as we all
takes 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