The Wilmington daily Republican. (Wilmington, Del.) 1890-1902, 1896-07-07

"'What be yon all amin 10 celebrate
anyhow says JAck Moora gettin tho bio
mans gun. while Baggs gsts Gentry's.
Who's wolfsille entortainin ysve, I'd like
10 knowr Z ~ ~sss ...rs
"'I'm Wells Fargo detective saystlle
big man, AN this yere, a-pointin % old
GENTRY, is Jim Yates, the biggest holdup
an stage robber between hero an Frisco.
That old tarrapin'll stop stage like q
young ono would clock, Jest to see what
Into It. Hos the man / was pastin up thu
notice for this mornin.'
"'He's q liar, says the old man a. gettin
uglior every minute Give us our sis
shooters an turn us loose, man. II don't
lance the roof of his lyin mouth with the
front sight Of my gun, I'll cash in for o
boss thief or anything else you say
"'What do you say, Enrightp says
Moore. Let US give EN- their gatlin's an
lot them lope. I've got money as says the
Wells-Fargo bill paster can t take this yers
old Cimmaron little Bit
(which trails In, says Boggs, with
few chips on the same card
"'No,' says Enright. II this yere old
mans a.rustlin the mails, we can't know
ID too quick. Wolfville is straight camp
an don't back no criminal plays none
whatever
"So Enright calls o meetin of the
strangers, Of which he was head, an We
all goes over to the New York store to talk
1t over Before we done powwows two
minutes up comes old Monte, tho stage
driver, all dust an cuss words, an allows
he's been stood up out by the Cow springs
six hours before an is out tho mailbag an
the Adams company's box. We all looked
at old man Gentry, an he shorely seemed
to cripple down o whole lot.
"'Gentry,' says Poets after minute,
walkin over to him, Il hears you tell Nell
you was sleepin all day. Jest take this
yere committee to your budwer an let's sec
how 1t looks some"
"'The turns agin me- said the old
man, AN lose. III cut 1t short for you
all an tell you right off the reol ! held up
the stage this AFTERNOON meso'f'
This yere's straight goods, I take It,
says Enright, AN our duty's plain. Go
over to the corral an get lariat, Moore
Don't let Enright hang the old man,
Cherokee says Nell, beglnnin to cry.
Please don't let em hang him.
"'This holdin your gun on your friends
amt no picnic, says Cherokee, flushin up
an turnin paler than ever, but your word
goes with me, Nell. Now, this yere Is the
way we does: III make them talk, an
yoh run over to the corral an bring the best
boss you SEQ saddlod. I'll still be talkiD
when you come back, an you creeps up an
whispers to the old man to make jump
for the pony while covers the deal with
my six shooter. If they gets him then,
they'll get him in the smoke. It's playin
It low on Enright an Poets ON the rest
but III do 1t for you, Nell
So Cherokee says to the girl, 'Goodby,'
IN squares himself for what he knows will
be desperate play, an from which It's
soin to be some unusual If no comes out |
alive. Then he begins to talk, an Nell
makes quiet break for tho corral. But |
10 boss was needed. Cherokee didn't talk |
, minute when all at once the old man
fps off bis chair in q pleptic fit. A 'plep-
ic fit is q very permiscus an tryin, an
when he comes to himself be was camped
ust this sido of the dead line an could
MY whisper.
Come yere, says he, a-motionin to
cherokee. There's stack of blues where
sets it on the ten, open, which you amt
urned for yet Take everything got an
tut it with It, II it lose, it's yours, of
curse; If it win, give 1t to the little girl
This was all he says, an no dies the
cry next second on the list. There was
yer So, 900 In his warbags, an we all pos
osses ourse'fs Of it mighty prompt an
oes over to the Red Light an puts it on
he ten along of the stack Of blues. Chero-
CO goes on with the deal, an I'm blessed
the ten wasn't loser, an Cherokee gets it
II.
" But won't win agin dead man.
,ys Cherokee, an gives it to Nell, who
'asn't SO superstitious.
DO you mind, says Boggs as we all
'kes drink after, 'as how prophesied
lis zero the minute I hears Cherokee
tellin about his jacks up on the cights,
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