The daily morning journal and courier., 1897-05-14
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his servile manner and tone as he stopped before particular cell in Hangmans row.
 "Feelin' well, Jim?"
 The man at the barred door nodded, but his temper was plainly sullen.
 If I could git out'n here" he be- gan.
 "Oh, shucks!" exclaimed the sheriff fretfully. What you want to talk that way for? Amt been a good friend of your'n, Jim?"
 The prisoner nodded again.
 "Ain't you been treated right?'
 "Right 'nough, I guess" He shifted his eyes from their contemplation of the sheriff's face, and shutIled his feet,
 Well, then, Jim, what's the matter? You ain't goin' to throw me down, be you, after all I've done? Why, my rep utation hangs on you"
 The prisoner laughed.
 Its the other way, Bill. guess l hang on your reputation"
 The sheriff became uproariously mer- ny.
 Say, that's the best ever heard, I'll tell that" Then, hastily: But not till you're gone, Jim. I don't want to offend" He looked speculatively down the corridor, occasionally breaking into a laugh as the jest recurred. "Yes," he went on presently, "it means lot to me, old man. If I carry this thing through In style it'll be good for re- nomination in the fall. It's record any sheriff might be proud of. Why, there never was doudle hangin' before in the whole state. Whats the matter, Jim?"
 The prisoner put one hand on the bars and drew closer to the unsympathetic irons.
 Its just that, Bill; the double part of it. It ain't the hangin' I object to for myself, and you know it, I s'pose oughter been hung ten years ago. But when I think of bein' strung up along of a. ordinary, onprincipled Dago, Il makes my blood boil At least, BilI'- he made the remainder with injured tirmness-"I've acted like a gentleman and I oughter be treated like one"
 That's right, Jim, you have" &C., knowledged the sheriff, soothingly "and I recognize how you feel. But what's the difference? You don't have to pay any attention to him. Why, TT let you make a speech if you wanter and you can denounce pauper immigra- ton and foreign labor and all that You uster be good at makin' speeches before you got clean off your head an6 went in with the rustlers. Besides, the fudge fixed all this, didn't he? Now was 1t my fault if he sentenced you both for the same day?"
 The prisoner kicked at the iron door nervously.
 "Oh, I s'pose not" he admitted, "but it does seem kinder tough. Whats fol breakfast?"
 Anything you want Jim,' replied the sheriff, relieved. Anything yor want MQuilty got in some oysters yesterday. Want oysters, Jim?"
 "Fried," responded Jim. Bring 'en early What does the Dago glt?'
 Jest the reg'lar stuff" the sheriff as- sured him. "Dyou think Pm goin tc spend the countys money on chear railroad grader? I thought you knew me better'n that he finished in an in jured tone With affected carelessness he added: '"There's to be a hangin' al Gold Hill tomorrow, too."
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 "Who is it?" he asked.
 Man named Garrahan. Killed the postmaster at Rileys."
 "Jake Morleys the sheriff ID there, commented Jim.
 "Jus' so."
 "Never had any use for that Colo Hill crowd or Jake Morley, either" the prisoner went on. He took turn III and down the cell, and then returned tt the door, If you don't give 'em a bet ter hangin' in Oxide than they'll have at Gold Hill, Bill Williams" he sai( with severity, "you oughter be defeated next election"
 The sheriff beamed his satisfaction.
 'T knew you'd look at 1t right" h' said with great enthusiasm, when i was all explained to you. And it' what I've been tellin' Collins all along .Jim'll kick says he, against beln stretched along with a Dago. He won have it. No such thing says I. '1t'l be a matter of local pride with Jim t see that Oxide don't get the worst of i on this opposition from Gold Hill Jim'u go long way to do his friends ; good turn, and he'll stay with us thi time and not f1uke.' And I'm might. pleased that you see it right, Jim, an' that you're going to stand up to tn racket like man. If ever person hal a decent hanging, and one that h might be proud of, it'll be you. Why Gold Hill can't touch us. We've go half-rates from the railroads, and tn hotels are full already. We'll drav more people from Gold county itsel than Gold Hill will. And I've got a be down to M'Quilty that two-thirds of tn people of the opposition town'l sneal away from their miserable, lonesom little hangin' and come to ours. It onl rests with you to make it a success Jim"
 The prisoner thrust a strong arm be tween the bars, and the sheriff cordial ly grasped the outstretched palm.
 "I'H not fail you" he said, soberly.
 "I knew you wouldn't" exulted tn