The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1897-07-11

preparations for the morning meal. Link
had queer light in his eye.
Nav, says he I certainly am goin'
to shoot up that rubber-neclSiu' Jim Wor-
ley on sight
Jim Morley was then one OF Leadville's
night marshals.
What's he been dom TO you. Link?'
says the old lady
" L was comm along home q little after
midnight this mornin' mindin' my own
business, says Link. when this here night
shooter drunkern an owl, popped out of
the Mountain Lion saloon. a-coverin' me
with both his guns and reckoned / had
better git along home and off the street
pretty lively. He had the drop on me, and
! had to git. But i never did nothin' TO
him, and I'm gon' TO plug him to-day or
get plugged myself
The old lady studied for a minute.
You're liable to get plugged yourself,
Link says she finally for Jim WOrley's
always sober in the daytime. and he's
quickern chain lightning on the draw
when he's sober And I'll tell you what.
before you let him shoot you UP you ought
to go and shave yourself SOS we can bury
you decent seem that none Of these here
coyotes OF Leadville BARRIERS win shave
dead men any more Go on upstairs and
shave yourself. Link.
Sloan saw the sense of this and went
upstairs to his room. Mother Cannon was
right on his heels, though Link didn't
know 1t. and he had no sooner got inside
his room than the old lady slammed the
heavy door shut and locked it on the out
side.
You stay in there. Link until I turn
you loose, says Mother Cannon, through
the door, and Il surely was a proper case
of stay in for Link, the windows Of his
room exchanging a ravine and the door
strong enough to resist a battering ram.
ba oil lad I'D Gha rot har
funny bonnet tied on one side of her head
in twinkling and marched down town on
a hunt for Jim Woriey. She met up with
him as he was coming out of gin mill,
bound for his quarters for a days sleep.
Mother Cannon walked right up 10 him,
knocked off his big SLOUGH hat into the
ditch with quick sweep of her right
hand. and then stepped on the hat with
both feet-a point of vantage wherefrom
she addressed the stupefied night marshal.
lin Worley,' says old Nav Cannon,
hostile all the way through, you're
loafer and a coward. You're no good.
You're the meanest and cheapest white
man that stands In boots. What do you
mean by pickin' on my boysY
Amt pickin on nobody, says Worley.
"'You're a liar says Mother Cannon.
You bulldozed my Link Sloan last night,
the quietest and decentest man In the
camp.
Don't remember nothin about st.
says Morley. Must have been loaded
&" 1T don't make any difference whether
you were loaded or not" says the old lady,
you buldozed him, and that's enough.
And he'd have killed you before this II
hadn't locked him up. You're goin' right
up to my shack and apologize TO him
right now. too, she finished.
" Not much l amt says Worley.
" oh yes, you are. jim says the old
lady, quiet like. and the night marshal
like to have gone under when Mother Gan
non flashed on him just as bad a looking
4S as he ever saw. She had the plainest
kind OF a drop on him. Come on, Jim
"Worley thought 1t over for a minute.
He really didn't recall his run-in with
Sloan the night before, and he wasn't a
buldozer when he was sober. Put away
your gun, old lady, says he. You don't
need It. / don't remember doln' nothin
to this here man, but IL what you say is
on the level. / don't mind goin up there
with you to square IL with him.
He went up with her, and Mother Gan
non took him right up to Links room.
Worley did the right thing. being a square
kind of man when he wasn't in liquor
and the two men traded guns as a sign
of peace
Now you go on to your work says
the old lady to Link after the night mar
shall had gone, and hereafter IL you keep
from runnin' around town at all hours
after midnight you won't get into any
more trouble.
when old Mother Cannon died sudden
ly of heart disease In the fan of 70 work
was practically shut down for the day
in Leadville, and haven't got any proud
err recollection than that of having been
one Of her pallbearers.'
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