Santa Fe daily New Mexican. [volume] (Santa Fe, N.M.) 1885-1897, 1896-04-25

his hair an gives other symptoms by
which sho aims to recognize him.
Her eyes is mighty dim, an dom t
reckon 1t will BIZ any great trouole to fool
her, says Whoop. Who'll try it-you,
Tarantulas
Not me, says Tarantua Jim, plenty
positive. AN l reckon | voice tho senti-
ments of all present when announce that
no gent in the settlement is little enough
to work no sech confounded fraud on a
poor old dyin woman. l admire your zeal,
Whoop, bat dang your Judgment. Count
me out, Try that cuss Copperhead Bill. )
fright thar Copperhead Bill Is unani-
mously elected. Nacheral enough, he is
plenty obstinate when we swoop down an
invite him to come with us, speohully as
he makes up his mind that he is about to
be lynched for some Of his numerous devil.
try. This yere Copperhead Bill Is the
ornericst, low downest man In the settle
ment. He Is sot an thief an then
some, an it is clean Waste to set a good
dog ON him, he's that far down In the So
cial scale.
"Thar hain't no time for oratin, an he
goes along with us after Whoop bends a
six shooter over his head, but it is run
min fight all the way. First off we pur-
seeds to Curly Prinks' tonsorial parlor an
planks him down in the chair.
""Trim up this yere worm as quick as
you know how, says Whoop, an no con-
versation throwed in. Well hold while
you skin.
"Accordin Curly falls upon his prey an
makes fur fly shameful.
Hold on! Hold on' bowls Copper
head. Jest take Inc out an lynch me all
you want TO all be done with it,
"'Shut upP roars Whoop. You hain't
in this.
''This yere barber Is like all others-he
has to ask questions or p'intedly bust.
He's sage enough not to try 1t on Old
Whoop, an SO he turns on his prey.
How'd you come by this yere scar Oh
your forrid9' says he.
I'VE was shore settin In big luck, fol-
thar was Il scar on Copperheads fronts
piece that would do for our purpose Waal
to make short story long, as the felle,
says, when Curly has cut off about at
much as he has left on, away we dashes tc
Cheap Johns emporium, an Copperhead
is III u new suit of clothes before he knows
whur he is at. Then we raids off to the
hotel. Copperhead buckin an pitchin all
tho way.
Now, Copperhead, says Old Whoop
windin up the final powwow, durin which
the whole game Is laid out to tho captive
I've told that thar poor old critter that
we'd find her son-you're him, for the
time bein. She hoped that ho'd turn out
to be q good man. told her no wasn't
nuthin else Two miles out from Rocket
City, aocordin to me, ho is respectable
citizen; three miles out he Is we'll known;
four miles out he is prominent an in6uen-
tial After that he gifts to DO upright an
pious In regular succession, like climbin
ladder, an before we crawls into Hawville
he's deacon in the church an takin up
collections regular. If the trail had been
five miles longer, l reckon he'd have been
presidin elder. You've got to live up to
this yere cattygory while that thar poor
old critter stays with us--it won't be long.
After that you can go back an waller in
the slough Of sin an innickerty as much as
you burcussed please. Ii you hold up you1
end all right, you retain them clothes an
git unlimited Ticker. II you DON'T
saw, I'd rather be lynohed' says Cop
perhead doggedly.
Two won't dignity you with lynchin.
Well stake you out by the corners an
build u fire on youp
"When Copperhead goes up stairs, none
Of us foller. 1t haint our put in. Bimo
by the landlady comes down. Thar are
some tears in her eyes. What she says is
brief:
"'He Is down on his knees, sayin lit
tie boys Now lay me-" Her hand is on
his head. She found the scar on his forrid
right away. She told him Alice died for
givin him, an--an then he broke down.
They-I--when he got to prayin, IL
came away
"Thar hain't much more to tell. That
ornery cuss, Copporhead Bill, behaved ele-
woman died in his arms next day, happy
as child. He attended the funeral sober
an solemn. When it WAS all over, thar
was another powwow.
"'Wa!l, Copperhead,' says Old Whoop
cordially, you done us all proud! Yere Is
a little pot OF money that tho boys flung
In for you, an thar is an order down at the
Dew Drop inn for unlimited Ticker. You
hain't as ornery as we fggered---not by
CONSIDERABLE
"'Yes, I am, says Copperhead Bill,
down IN his throat. 'That--that was my
motheri
IAN then he turned an went away, still
sober al without touchin the money. No.
body chased him; nobody held him back.
Muffin more Is ever heard Of him. He
goes plumb off from the map. Tom P.
Morgan In New York Herald.