The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1896-03-05

aid good -humOred bandinage with its
younger and more impressible mem
bers. Perhaps this tended TO make
these youths more Observant. for a few
| days later, when the vexed question
of Bulgers business was again under
| discussion, one of them remarked
gloonily:
Il reckon there amt 20 doubt what
he's here for"
The youthful p.ophct was instantly
sat upon after the fashion OF all elder
ly critics since Jobs time. Neverthe
less after pause be Was permitted
to explain.
Only this morning when Lance
Forester and me were chirping with
them gals ont on the hill who should
we see hanging around in the brush
but that d d BuIger, We allowed
at first that it might be only new
style of his interferin'. SO We took no
notice except to pass few remarks
about listeners and that sort O. thing
and perhaps to joke and bedevil the
girls Il little more than we'd hev' dorc
if we'd been alone Well, they laugh
ed and we laughed aud that was the
end of it. But this afternoon as Lance
and me were meandering down by
| their cabin, we sorter turned into the
woods to wait until they'd come ont.
| Then all of a sudden Lance stopped
as rigid as a pointer that's flashed
| sonetbin', and said: B'gosh" And thar
under big redwood sat that shiny
hypocrite Bulger, twisting his long
moustache and smiling like clockwOrk
alongside O little Nicely Baker-you
know her the pootiest of the two sis
ters,-and she smiln' back on him,
| Think of it.-that unknown, unwash
ed, long haired tramp and bully-who
must be forty if a day and that limo
cent gal of sixteen. 1t was simply
| disgustin'r'
[ need not say that the older cynics
and critics already alluded to. at once
improved the occasion. What more
could be expected! Women, the world
| over, We're noted for this sort of thing,
This long haired staggering bully,
with his air Of mystery, had captivat
ed them as he always had since the
days of Homer Simple Merit, that
sat lowly III bar-rooms. and conceived
projects for the public good around
| the humble unOStentatiOuS stove was
nowhere. Youth could not too soon
learn this bitter lesson. And in this
case Youth, too, perhaps, was right in
its conjecture, for this was no doubt
the little game of the perfidious Bul
| ger. We recalled the fact that his
unhaIlOwed appearance Ill camp was
almost cOincident with the arrival Of
the two families We glanced at
Briggs-tO our amazement, for the
first time he looked seriously concern
ed. But Mosby in the meantime
leaned his elbows Iazily over the coun-
ter and in a slow voice, added fuel to
the flame.
L wouldn't hey spoken OF it be
FORE" he said with side long glance
at Briggs, for it might be all in the
line o Bulger's business but suthin'
happened the other night that for a
mint, git me, | was passin' the Bak
9rs' shanty and | heard one of them
GALS asinging camp meetin' hymn.
| don't calkilate TO run agin you young
fellers IN any sparkln' or canoodlin'
that's goin' on, but her voice sounded
so pow'ful sOothin' and pretty that |
jest stood there and listened Then
the old woman-old Mother Barker
she joined in and | listened too And
then-durn my skin.-but a mans
voice joined in-iest belching outer
that cabin. and | sorter lifted myself
up and KEN away Thet voice, gentle
men," said Mosby, lingering artistic
ally as he took up a glass and profes
sionally eyed it before wiping it with
his towel, that voice, cumf'bly fixed
in thet cabin among them wimen folks,
was Bulger's"
Briggs got up with his eyes looking
the darker for his flushed face Gen
gentlemen" he said huskily, ''thar's
only one thing to be done. A lot Of
rs have got to ride over to Sawyer's
Dam tomorrow morning and pick MP
many square men as we can muster;
there's big camp meeting goin' on
there, and there won't be no difficulty
in that When we've got big crowd
to show we mean business, we must
march back here and ride Buiger out
of this camp! | don't banker arter
vigilance committees as a rule its a
quart O whiskey ag'in rattlesnake poi
son but its got to be done. We don't
mind being sold ourselves, but when
it comes to our standin' by and seein
the only innocent people in Rattle
snake given away we kick. Bulger'-
got to be fired outer this camp, And
he will be-
But he was not
For when, the next morning, "A de
termined and thoughtful procession
of the best and most characteristic
[ citizens of Rattlesnake Camp filed into
/ Sawyer's Dam, they found that then
mysterious friends had disappeared
, although they met with a fraternal bu
{ suhdued welcome from the genera
camp Bnt any approach to the sub
ject of their visit, however, was recely
, ed with chilling disapproval. DID
{ they not know that lawlessness OF any
T. kind. even under the rude mantle o
, furtive Justice. was to be deprecated
and secuted when a "means Of saliva
! ton, a power OF reorganization suci
} as was now sweeping over Sawyer
= Dam was at hand COuld they no
. induce this man wlo was be be VIC
l lently deported. 30 accompany then
|. to Sawyer's Dam aud subject hiInSel
D to the powerful influence OF the ''re
, vival" then in full swing
). Rattiesnake boys laughed bitterly
and described the man Of whom the
5 talked so lightly But in vain. Il
no use, gentlemen said d more world
= ly bystander in a 10y voice the cam
$ mee.in's got a stronger grip here, ans
5 betwixt you and me there ANT n
;. wonder. For the man that runs 1t
+ the big preacher got uew way
+ and methods that fetches the boy
| nNn1.u tinnn He don't r1raach 10 On