Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1896-01-13

! mpany. In the afternoOn-for the
agents time was limited-the pur-
chasing began. The old gentleman
who had entertained them so hospita-
bly, the night before did not haggle
over prices. He paid cash for his new
acquisitions in crisp five hundred dol
lar notes proceeding which to make
change, drained the town in a short
time OF all it's smaller denominations.
By the evening the English syndl-
cate had acquired a choice tract of
land lying on both sides of the rail-
road, in the heart of Lariat, foi' which
it had paid $25, 900. McDougalI, edit
or and town marshal, had made soma
thousands by the deal, and had he
been ready speaker would probably
have said, "These Englishmen are the
biggest suckers I ever saw" But, as
it was, he contented himself with the
simple words, "Beats all!'
1t wanted but few minutes Of train
time, next day, when the colonel,
carrying his valise, his face beaming
with happy good nature, sauntered
leisurely down to where the big en-
CINE was putting and blowing, prepa-
ratory to its long trip down the road.
II must leave just at this time" he
said, ito transact some important
business in Cheyenne. But I'll be back
in week, and begin work Immediate
ly."
The whistle footed a warning note,
the bell rang, and the colonel cordial
ly shook hands all around. Stepping
on the rear platform of the train, he
turned about once more and waved
his good-byes to persons in the dis
lance. Just at the moment that the
wheels began to turn, Hank McDou-
gall, his marshal star cleaning on his
vest-he wore no coat-came running
down Wyoming avenue from the post
office, yellow paper in his hand,
which he waved dramatically over
his head.
"Stop that train!" yelled the town
marshal. But the conductor and en-
gineer did not hear, and the train
moved on.
"Jump, you scoundrel, jump!" yell
ed Hank, at the same time drawing
his gun The colonel's only answer
was polite wave Of the hand. Then
Hank took snap shot at the fast de-
parting train, and-would you believe
it?-that little old man whipped out
two pistols from somewhere, quick as
a wink, and for a few moments the
way the bullets whistled about the
heads of the crowd along the track
was something wonderful. And the
train grew smaller and smaller in its
straight away course over the
prairie, the last act Of the lone pas
senger on the rear platform was to
wave white handkerchief towards
the little city of Lariat and disappear
within the car.
The town marshal replaced his gun
in his hip pocket and turned sadly
away. Deaf to repeated inquiries as
to the meaning of it all, he disappear,
ed within the editorial sanctum; for
in the midst of all excite ment he still
that, eXofficio, he was an
editor, and-he was both thrifty and
a cautious man.
An hour later another edition of the
appeared, double-leaded,
as if in mourning, and the copies sold
for dollar apiece. The editorial was
brief and to the point:
From a telegram received only
too late by our marshal, because of
the necessity of forwarding it by mail
from Crouch's, it appears that our late
visitor Stemple was
none other than the we'll known des-
perado and confidence man Ike Rog-
ers, lately fugitive from the Black
Hills. 1t is painful to be forced to
state that the greenbacks which Rog-
ers so generously distributed while in
Lariat are clever counterfeits, in ex-
change for which he carried away
thousands of dollars of our citizens
earnings.
sThe editor Of the Exponent bids
farewell to his many friends, and an
nounces his intention of pulling up
stakes and moving Immediately to
the Biz Horn untry."-Lippincotts
Magazine.
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the minister on his sick call, "there
amt no use talkin' of rest everlastin'
for the likes n, mo tPaarS that other