The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1897-11-26

Thompson, a locomotive enginecr-but they had
pensd. and they would have blsxed away AZ
each othor euro as pop IL the kid hadn't turned
mp just at the right minute, Lemon and Thomp-
They sat down to n two-handcd game of prairie
pedro one afternoon when they were both ugly
hands, tho luck, tho whiskoy, the weather, and
tho whole thing in general, SO that tho rest OF
paper wads at thom just for fun. They didn't
pay any attention to us, however, but went
ahead snarling, at each other, until We all could
OF us folt like undertaking tho job OF pryinR
their gnnle, which was for a dollar or SO n cor
ncr. While the two, men were calling each
themselves up to the red.ho stage, Nan Cool
lidge's little four.year-nld, bluc.cyed girl toddled
into tho saloon, dragging along by her left hand
tied around the end for a head. Nan Coolidge
was a woman down, the street of no particular
little girl, and petted her up. and then turned
hor loose to walk around the place as she saw
stood there, unobservod by both players, watch
ii,tlo, Bit ! tho hot talk the two men We're
,"6iemi Thompson, tho engineer, was doing all
the thS, EipSn nG at thG game 8 Ysns FINALLY " , Lsm9a
Thompson, blast youi' he shouted, you're
d !. M. out m, short cards on NO. and I'm going to
. "TThc words were no sooner out of his mouth
than Thompson reached behind for his gun, and
then a look of blank astonishment came over
his face. At the same instant Lemon leaped TO
his feet and reached around to his right hind
thing else along with it. Tho Something else
was the tiny. soft hand of the little blue.eyed
E gdrkeS and H. L fi11fs s,I grab otp b wss fs so qq TSe s sha ! me
master, with n funny look of surprise on his face,
looked dow, at the little girl; who was scEamb.
army pistol, that she had slipped out of his
pocket while he was absorbed in the game and
her LETT hand hom ~; !" came around to look
at tho little CIR. When he saw his gun in the
child's hands he broke into a roar. So did
shed "a had mine, too, in q second. Glenn
said he, putting away his pistol. and there w vas
were both too busy in making much AZ of the little
one, n,
ford and Bill Delaney from kniiing each other.
was in Belknap,,s place when it happened.
man owned a fine bull terrier. The dogs had
never got together, but their masters had to
EhooHi4P them them u npsrt. a E%9R San asel Of be PS q and ID
Rutherford happened along into the same place
with their dogs, the dogs had to be tied a sui.
nclcnt distance apart to prevent them from
chewing each other into mincemeat.
Rutherford and Delaney camo into Bel.
in the spring of 80, with the bull terriers trail.
ing. after them. Delaney, who was the first to
arrive with his dog, chained the dog at the rear
Of the saloon, and began to load up at the bar,
as was his custom on Sunday afternoons-and
this was a Sunday. Then Rutherford came
in, chained his dog at the front Of the saloon,
and proceeded to initiate the example Of his
friend Delaney. The two men stood at the bar,
drinking exceedingly vile whiskey, for an hour
or SO, and then they became involved in a heat.
ed argument over some trivial thing or other.
Both men were known as pretty bad knife
fighters, and Belknap, who was behind the bar
helping his barkceper out, for trade was lively,
saw that the two men were bound to como
together. Their argument grew hotter
and hotter, and finally Rutherford called De-
laney a liar. Delaney reached for his knife, and
SO did Rutherford, and in no time at all the two
men were describing the preliminary circles
around each other. Then Tim Belknap tipped
the wink to his barkeeper; The b@rkeeper
rier was tethered at the front of the store, and
was chained. Then Belknap gave a whistle,
and the two dogs were unleashcd at the same
instant. They were at each other 8 threats like
streaks of creased lightning, and it was funny
to see how quickly the two men, just on the
point of cutting each other all to pieces, dropped
their knives to watch the performances of their
dogs. They seemed TO forget all about fighting
with the first yelp of the canine battle, and for
ten minutes they stood over those fighting dogs
and made bets with each other on the outcome.
Delaney's dog, after fifteen minutes, killed
Rutherford's bull terrier.
".Nel that squares you for calling me q liar,
Sonk,' said Delaney to Rutherford, and tho two
men left the saloon arm in ARM"