The Stark County Democrat. [volume] (Canton, Ohio) 1833-1912, 1896-03-12


hostile when his private affairs is tam.
! pered with
"The coach Crawled up to tho hotel, an
we t'rowGd up our hands In astOnishmGnt
when tho old reprobate opened the door,
an with soothin, 'Yero we are, gram
mawr Reerfully lifted out poor, broken
down old woman an carried her in his
arms up the steps
" Is no hereY she piped in a tremblin
voice. Is my Willie hereY'
NO; don't reckon he S yere jest now,
gran NAV, answered Whoop, as gentle as
! If talkin to a sick baby, but as soon as we
! git you bedded down comfortable we'll
! hunt him up.
1.-THE landlady came bustlin out, an
they all went up stairs. When Old Whoop
comes down agin, he looks somehow like
a wolf in u corner. The rest Of us don't
say nuthin.
About six of you coyotes tear out an
| hunt up Doc Slade, says he. Don't mat
ter whur he is at nor who he's attendin--
fetch him If you have to pack him by the
| four corners. Gitp
They got.
L" That thar old lady, says Whoop to
the rest of us, like repeatin o lesson, is bad
sick. She's wrong in her head an is broke.
She works her way out yere from the
States soInewhurs lookin for q son who
vamouses years ago. Thinks he is yere in
the territory an goes from one settlement
to another searchin for her Willie She
hain't found him yet. l don't reckon
she'll ever make search no further than
Hawville. She's broke an helpless, mebby
ayin, and If ary gent yere don't like my
way Of doin I'd like to have him make his
objections right nOwp
"We all liked it, About now up comes
Dr. Slade, hustled along by three, four
fellers an growlin that he'd been snatched
away in the midst Of settin broken leg.
1 don't reckon the leg man will spile
before you git back, says Whoop. Go on
up stairs an look that thar old lady over.
Give her the best you've got in your medi-
zine bags an tally it to me.
"Bimeby the doctor makes his report
The old lady is in bad way, due to age
an the years Of hard sleddin she's been
through. Mebby she'll live several days
mebby not. It's only tho hope of seein
her boy agin that has kept her alive this
long.
IAN that can be done is to make the
poor old soul as comfortable rs possible
says the doctor. Let her cherish as long
rs she can tho hope Of seein her boy
agin. She Is lyin there now, poor old
soul, babblin oontentedly that her Willie
will soon be here, an-aurm hawk! I've
gottO 20 an set that fools leg
&" She wants her boy, began somebody.
IAN, by tho roarin thunder she shall
have him, broke in Old Whoop.
Thar is powwow in which rybody
makes grafton ACCordin to Whoop, the
missin son vamoOses from home some sew
en- or eight years before, when he is about
20, an tho old lady says sOmethin about his
havin scar on his fOrrid at the edge of
his hair an gives other symptoms by
which she aims to recognize him.
80 Her eyes Is mighty dim, an don't
reckon II will be any great trouble to fool
her, says Whoop. Who'll try it-you,
Tarantulay
Not me, says Tarantula 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 u confoundod fraud on a
poor old dyin woman. | admire your zeal,
Whoop, but dang your Judgment. Count
me ont. Try that cuss, Copperhead BILL
Right thar Copperhead Bill is unani-
Rously elected Nacheral enough, he is
plenty obstinate when We swOOp down an
invite him to como with us, speuhully as
he makes up his mind that he is about to
be lynohed for some of his numerous devil.
try. This yere Copperhead Bill is the
orneriest, low downest man in tho settle
ment. He is sOt an thief an then
some, an iG Is clean waste to set 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
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
yersatiOn throwed in. Wen hold while
you skin
"Aooordin Curly falls upon his prey an
makes fur ily shameful.
Hold onl Hold onl' howls Copper
head. Jest take mo out an lynch mo all
you want TO an 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'intudly bust,
He's sage enough not To try IL ON Old
Whoop, an so ho turns on his prey.
" How'd you come by this yero scar on
your forridY says he,
I'VE was shore settin In big luck, for
thar was "A scar ON Copperhead's frontls-
piece that would do for our purpose Waal,
TO make "a short story long, as the feller
says, when Curly has cut OH about as
much as he has left ON, away We dashes 10
Cheap Johns emnori,Asn. an Con"arhead