The Roanoke daily times. (Roanoke, Va.) 1895-1897, 1896-03-06

MS hair an gives other symptoms by
wnion sho aims TO recognize him.
Her eyes is mighty dim, an I don't
iechoh IL Will BIO any great trouble to fool
ner, says Wboop. Who'll try it-you,
T%arantula?'
NOT NO. says Tarantula Jim, plenty
positlVe. An l reckon / voice tho senti-
ihohts OF oil present When announce that
no sent In the settlement Is little enough
10 work no sech n confoundod fraud on a
poor OH dyin woman. Il admire your zeal,
Whoop, but dang your judgmont. Count
me out. Try that ouss, Copperhead Bill. )
hight thar C%opperhead Bill is unani-
mousiy elected. Eaoheral. enough, he Is
plenty Obstinate whom we swoop down an
Invite MIN to come with us, spechully as
no makes up his mind that no is about to
10 lynohed for someo of his numerous devil
try. This ycre Copperhead Bill is tho
ornerlest, low downest man in tho settle
Iheht. Ho Is n sot an q thief an thon
some, an 1t Is n clean waste to set O good
Jog on him, hos that fur down in the So
eial scale.
"Thar hain't no time for oratin, an he
goes along with us after Whoop bends q
Blk shooter over his head, but it is q 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-
versatlon throwcd in. Well hold while
you skim
"Accordin Curly falls upon his PROV On
makes fur fly shameful. :.
Hold on! Hold on!' bowls Copper
head. jest take mo out on lynch me all
you want to an be dono with it,
Shut up! roars Whoop. You hain't
in this
This yere barber is like NIL others-he
to ask questions OF p'intcdly Dust.
Hos sage enough not to try it ON Old
Whoop, an SO no turns on his prey.
"'How'd you come by this yere scar on
your forrid?' says he.
"Wo was shore settin in big luck, for
thar was q scar on Copperhoad's frontis-
piece that would do for our purpose. Wnal,
to mako u short story long, as the foller
says, when Curly has cut off about as
much rs ho has left on, away we dashes to
Cheap Johns emporium, an Copperhead
is in u now suit of clothes before he knows
whur he is Mt. Then wo raids off to tho
hotel, Copperhead buckin an pitchin all
tho way.
"'Now, Copperhead, says Old Whoop,
wihdin up tho final powwow, durin which
tho whole game is laid out to tho captive,
I've told that thar poor old oritter that
we'd find hor son-you'ro him, for the
time bein. She hoped that ho'd turn out
to BIO q good man. 1 told her he wasn't
nuthin else. Two miles out from Rocket
City, accordin to me, no is u respectable
c~itizeni three miles out he Is we'll known
four miles out he Is prominent an in0uen-
tial. Aftcr that he gifts to DO upright an
piouS in regular succession, like climbin q
lnulpr mn bpfOro yyn crnyylc into Hpyyillo
hos n deacon i'll tho church an takin UP
collections regular. If tho trail had been
hvo miles longer, 1 reckon he'd have been
n prcsidin elder. You've got to 1.-Two up to
this ycro cattygory while thnt thar poor
old crittor stays with uS-it won't DO long.
After that you can go back an waller in
tho slough of sin an innickerty as much ae
you burcussod please. If you hold up your
end all right, you retain them clothes an
git unlimited Ticker. If you DON'T
CAV, I'd rather be lynched!' says Cop
porhoad doggedly.
1--WE won't dignity you with n lynchin.
Wo'l stake you out by the corners an
build Il fire on you!
"Whep Copperhoad goes up stairs, none
of us follcr. 1t hain't our put in. Bime.
by tho ~landlady comes down. Thar are
some toars in her eyes. What sho says Is
brief:
"'He is down on his knoes, sayin n'lit
tic boys CHOW 1 lay me-" Her hand is or
his head. She found tho scar ON his forrit
right away. She told him Alice diod for
givin him, an-an then he broke down.
Thoy-I-whcn he got to prayin, Il
came away
"'Thar hain't much moro to tell. That
orncry ouss, Copperhcad Bill, behaved ele
CANT all the way through. The poor ole
woman died in his arms noxt day, happy
as n child. He attended the funeral, sober
an solemn. When it was all over, thai
was another powwow.
"'Wall, Copperhead, says Old Whoor
cordially, you lone us all proudl Yero Is
n little pot of money that tho boys flung
in for you, an thar is an order down at the
Dew Drop inn for unlimited lickor. Yor
hain't us ornery us we 1ggered-not by
considorablel'
eyes, L am says Copperhead Bill
down in his throat. 'That-that was my
mother!
can then ho turned an went away, still
sober M without touchin the money. No
body chased him; nobody held him back
Nuthin moro is ever heard of him. HI
goes plumb off from tho map."-Tom p
Morgan i'll New York Herald.