Democratic Northwest and Henry County news. [volume] (Napoleon, O. [Ohio]) 1894-1905, 1895-03-21
A COWBOY ON CHANGE.

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yell, and I'll let you out
So the policeman threw open the
grated door.
Prisoner here's your lawyer, and ]
warn you if you smash him up you
won't get another
The door swung to behind me but
80 dark was the cell that al first
could see nothing Of Mr.. Jones'
Good afternoon-ahemP said
feebly. One never knows what may
happen in the Bitter Root city Jail.
i amt going to hurt you, growled
the prisoner. Sit down and make
your self at home.'
The voice was manly, resonant; the
man was young athlete; | could just
see that his boots we're the dainty
high heeled Wellingtons of COWBOY,
while the rest of his dress-a sombre-
ro, shirt, overalls, broad web belt
and silk handkerchief around the neck
bore out the caracter. The mans
presence already brought up some
faint memory; indeed, / felt that ]
knew him, but not under the surname
of Jones. Surely this sunburnt young
frontiersman was some old friend.
4 can't offer you any refreshments,
Mr.. 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 me2'
What? Williams major? Hurrahl
Shake, you dufferl'
1t was hot easy to shake hands, for
my old school fellow was shackled
spread eagle fashion to the bed.
yes, he laughed, they've got me
roped for branding and then they'll
CLIO my ears, and corral me all by
myself, lest corrupt the good man
ners of the other victims
well, said l frankly, 'it jolly well
serves you right. A fool who amuses
himsel shooting the stockholders on
change ought to be -
'Smacked,' said Jack. 4 knocked
out three deputy marshals, damaged
one sheriff, bored few holes through
things generally. | wish could
chew up some more police by the way
Of dessert. I feel as happy as chip.
Look here, we're civilized people in
Bitter Root city, we're not used to
cow-punchers.'
well, you don't amount to shucks,
as you say. Look here, want you
10 let down the bars of the corral-I've
been lonesome
How can I get you out? Don't
you see, these stockholders are not
use to being shot at?'
YES, he groaned that's what's the
matter. I've offended their little To-
cal prejudices. But that's all right,
All right for state prison. I ex-
claimed.
He only chuckled.
well, 1 did ruffle 'em up, some.
But, as 1 say, that's all right. I'll
tell you the straight yarn-then you
can turn it intn the right kind Of lies
and have them sworn to. Seer
Go on, said 1.
well, to begin with, [ got me a
tract of meadow land up Wild creek,
back of Branckville, l.. T.-do you
know the place? No. Well I stocked
the ranch out of what I'd saved, with
shorthorn bull by Climax, together
with thirty-nine head of scrub cattle,
and band of ponies. Since then,
when I've happened upon mavericks
unbranded cattle, you know-lve
adopted the poor orphans, clapped on
my lite Q-that's my brand-and
turned 'em into the pasture. There's
been some satisfaction in annexing
old Silas Hewson scalves, and even
then it 'aint over and above square
dealing, besides which it's slow work
building up wealth out of strays. Sc
suppos 100 head all told would make
up the sum of what ! had last fall
though since then I've been laying by
my $50 a month cowpunching for the
Square Triangle outfit down Boise
way, which money I've put into i'm
provements of my Wild creek ranch.
You seem to have been Oh the
maker
Yes Jack heaved a great sigh
'but it came duced tough. Why, I've
sworn off poker, quit getting drunk
even tried to worry along without
cussing.'
But why all this virtue?'
Why, don't you see, you loon
you pilgrim? I'm in lovep
oh
1T was all tor Kitty's sake
Who's Kitty
She's my girl Say, do you know
old man Hewson--down to ldah'
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fats?'
What, the capitalist who foatet
the Grubstske mine?'
The same. A right smart silve
proposition is the Grubstake. Why
I guess the old man must be wortl
his cool $5,O0O,Oo0 now. Anyway
he's got six head Of young fllies tina
there amt the like of west of the Bit
ter Root mountains, ealkers and ava,
up at that
i 'Blooded?'
!, 4 should smile. Out of the yer,
best Virginian. There's Kitty, Saph
Matred, Nehushta, Zebudah ant
Mehitable, all raised on the ranch, al
attended the same school at Will
creek.
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