Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1897-11-17

COULDN'T BE STOPPED.

Somehow this contention of the
street car employees and others who
believe that United States mailbag
does not confer high powers upon a
bobtail horse car or any other uncom-
mon kind of vehicle serves to revive
memories of the elopement of Luke
Marshall and the Myers girl.
There never was such an elopement
in the history of the Teton country.
1t was the most deliberate, tranquil
and leisurely running away with which
record had before or since dealt. The
elopement was two days in its prog
ress from one given point to another,
and the given points, which were
Myers's ranch up in Maryville, and
Rexburg, down on the mesa, were
scarcely more than 80 miles apart.
And old man Myers hung around in
the rear and in front and at the flank
all that time, trying to stop the enter
prise, but being utterly bafled by a
hearty observance and regard for law.
Myers used to talk about rights and
Justice and law and all that kind of
thing a great deal, and had made
speeches at many mountain meet
ing against violence and illegal acts
and so on.
"Blame it," he argued. eff you
people 60 on lynchin' rustlers instid O.
sendin' 'em down to Evanston for trial,
you'll never git no postoflce nor any
other favor O. the gov'ment, but'll stay
right on, a passel O. ignorant exiles."
And he argued so well that lawless
Justice actually ceased, and eventually
a star-route postal delivery was estab-
lished by an approving government,
and in recognition of Myers's services
he was doomed for postmaster and
deputy marshal, both of which offices
were given to him. After that he was
more legal than ever.
Luke Marshall carried the mail from
Rexburg, riding the pass on his sorrel
mare, and it was quite natural that he
should fall in love with the girl at the
postofice. Now Myers, for all his
earnest talk about lawlessness, had
already lamed two men and shot the
ear off another because at various
times they had tried to prove to him
that he ought to let the girl marry.
Luke Marshall was no such fool as
these. One day when he was ready
to leave for Rexburg, he called to the
postmaster's daughter to fetch her
Jacket and come on. The girl came
out, and Luke lifted her up to a COM
Portable seat upon the mailbag behind
him.
"Here! What's them ?" cried old
Myers, marshal and postmaster.
"Oh, we're going over the range to
get married." said Luke casually. "We
are eloping."
Old Myers drew up his Winchester.
"Jule Git down of'n there !" he cried.
II want fair aim to git that feller
square through the eye."
This was where Marshall's nerve
came out strong. "Get out of the
way, you Anarchist !" he cried. Don't
you see you're delaying the United
States mail! A man of your age
A man holding two public offices
Delayin' the gov'ment of the United
States as is represented in this sorrel
mare an this bag. Stand aside or I'll
have you as deputy marshal arrest
yerself as a private citizen, an call
yerself as postmaster to witness the
breakin' of the law"
Old Myers slowly let his gun down.
"You mean-you-" he mumbled.
81 mean that this sorrel mare repre-
sents an actually is the gov'nment Of
the United States, an you delay her
on her travels at your risk"
''But hold on, Luke. That's my
girl"
Marshall drew his silver watch.
care you an anarchist, an outlaw, an
attacker of gov'ment, and fanatic? I?
he inquired. "It's 10 o'clock" And
as Myers sullenly stepped aside, the
elopers started off at slow jog.
Old Myers followed them all the
way to Rexburg, and tried to catch
Luke off his governmentally endowed
sorrel mare, but without avail, for the
mail carrier knew his limitations, and
did not dismount until he reached the
justice shop in the town. And Of
course after that the law-abiding Myers
couldn't be expected to shoot his own
son-in-law, mail route or no mail route.