The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1896-01-18

held an enthusiastic reception Mt the
Alagazan, the leading el,where there
were none SO confident of the future
of Lariat, so jovial, and withal so lavish
with his money, as he. Incidentally
| IL may be said that the bar of the Ala
gazan did big business, and that the
landed proprietors of Lariat. Hank Nc
Dougall especially, awakened to the
fact that they had good thing.
The next morning the colonel, note
book in hand, and accompanied by the
leading citizens of the town, inspected
property available for the uses OF the
Black Butte Cattle company. In the
ufternoon-for the agents time was
limited-the purchasing began. The
courteous old gentleman who had en-
tertained them so Hospitality the night
before did not hagglc over prices. lie
paid cash for his new acquisitions in
crisp, new $500 notes-a proceeding
which, to make change, unfortunately,
drained the town in short time OF all
it's smaller denominations.
BY evening the English syndicate
had acquired choice tract of land
living on both sides of the railroad, in
the heart of Lariat, for which it had
paid out some $4,000. McDougall,
editor and town marshal, had made
some thousands by the deal, and had
he been q ready speaker would prob
ably have said: "These Englishmen are
the biggest suckers 1 ever saw" But,
as it was, he contented himself with the
simple words: "Beats ALL"
It wanted but few minutes of train
time, next day, when the colonel, car
rying his compact little valise, his face
beaming with happy good nature, saun-
tered leisurely down to where the big
engine was putting and blowing, pre-
paratory to its long trip down the road.
81 must leave just at this time" he
said, 'to transact some very important
business in cheyenne. But I'll be back
in week or ten days, and begin work
Immediately" And he treated the lit
tie crowd about the train to cigars.
The whistle footed warning note,
the bell rang and the colonel cordially
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 distance.
just at the moment thot the wheels
began to turn, Hank McDougall, Lis
marshal's star cleaning on his vest
he wore no coat-camc running down
avenue from the post Office,
a 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" again
yelled Hank. at the same time drawing |
his gun. The colonel's only answer |
was n polite wave of the hand. Then |
Hank took u snapshot at the fast de-
parting train, and-would you believe
it?-that little old man whipped out
two pistols from somewhere, quick as
u wink, and for few moments the
way the bullets whistled about the
heads of the crowd along the track |
was something wonderful. And as the
train grew smaller and smaller in its
course over the prairie, |
the last act of the lone passenger on
the rear platform was to wave white
towards the little city Of |
Lariat and disappear within the car.
The town marshal replaced his gun
in his hip-pocket and turned sadly
lway. Deaf to repeated inquiries as to
he meaning of it all, he disappeared
within the editorial sanctum; for in the
midst of all excitement he still remem-
)ered that, eX-oflicio, he was an editor,
lnd-he was both thrifty and eau
ious man.
An hour later another edition of the
exponent appeared, double-leaded, as
+ in mourning, and the copies sold for
| dollar apiece. The editorial was brief
md to the point:
"From n telegram received only too
ate by our town marshal, because of
he necessity of forwarding it by mail
rom Crouch's, it appears that our late
visitor, Stemble, was
lone other than the well-known dcs-
)erado and confidence man Ike Rogers,
ately fugitive from the Black Hills.
t is painful to be forced to state that
he greenbacks which Rogers so gen.
'rously distributed while in Lariat are
.lever counterfeits, in exchange for
which he carried away thousands of
dollars of our citizens earnings.
1.-THE editor of the Exponent bids
arewell 10 his many friends, and an
,ounces his intention of pulling up
stakes and moving Immediately to the
Big Horn country."-Lippincott's Mag
zine.