Santa Fe new Mexican. [volume] (Santa Fe, N.M.) 1898-1951, 1898-07-09
HOW HE MET HISFATE
WHiSTLIN JACKS LAST JAUNT WITH
AlkALl IKE.

Being the Reminiscence of a Quiet Little
Time Spent by the Two WORTHLESS In
Celebrating Their Reunion, Whereby a
Tragic Ending Was Brought About.
That sorter reminds me-" began AL
kali Ike in a reminiscent tone, ''of the
manner in which Whistlin Jack vent off
the map.
He'd been missin for a year or two
when one day-ho-yere comes Whistlin
Jack whirlin in from the Panhandle.
Nacher'l enough, havin formerly been as
thick as Damon and What S his name, we
goes surgin around rattlin our horns to-
gether. hain't recallin the exact details
of our relaxation, burcuz after q bit our
smoke gifts kinder thick and the air so
obscure that l hain't never since been able
to reoolleot much.
"Mebby it was s O'Clock in the evenin
when around the corner comes somethin
fiyin along in the moonlight that We
didn't know the nature of till we had
stopped 1t by bendin a gun over its head.
Then it strikes me that it looks consider
able like some stranger that had been tarred
and feathered, which opinion l imparts to
Jack.
NAV says he. 4 reckon it is a
trained bear that has got loose from some
Italian, and
ooh, gentlemen says our captive
earnestly. i am not a boar. T.
Jaw, you jest think you hain't,' says
Jack. Appearances are prone to DO de-
ceptive. You might git to thinkin that
you was the late Henry Clay, but that
wouldn't make you So
but, good gentlemen'-
at present., says Jack, I'VE hain't
good gentlemen-in fact, we don't sorter
commence to be, and as it hain't down on
the records that bears Is due to talk any I
reckon you'd better shut up. I'm SAN
guine, too, that the Roman you so basely
deserts is bewailin his bereavement this
minute. Sech bein the case, it's time for
us to hunt him up and return you to him.
Hi along thar, Bolivar!'
"Several things happened soon after
that, but OWN to the ohscurity, which l
am before mentionin, l don't recall 'em
all. But anyhow for the next two hours
we drives that thar pro TEN. bear around
the settlement, and, not bein able to locate
his sorrowin owner, we whirls in and ex-
hibits him on our own brazen hook, a-givin
everybody the pleasure of witnessin a
great moral performance without cost.
Tho way that thar bruin danced when
Jack indicated him with the muzzle of
his six shooter was shorely cute, and was
unanimously enjoyed by everybody who
witnessed it, includin a few tourists that
we cornered and favored with n special
performance. They 'peared kinder reluo.
tant about imposin on us at first, but
when Jack made grafton to EN- about the
sin Of ingratitude, sorter punctuatin the
same by spinnin his shootin iron around
his finger, they burgun to see whur he
was right.
"Waal, nebby mornin would have found
us still in the show business II 1t hadn't
been for an episode that upset our plans.
Directly we rounded up in front of the
hall whur the Rannakaboo club was havin
q grand ball, and Jack gifts the idea that
thar was nothin the matter with interlopin
a novelty into the festivities by interducin
our testify celebrated dancin bear. Ac-
cordin, In we tracked, draggin Bolivar.
We hadn't more than got inside when over
comes PUNK Pritchett and winks us off
to one side.
"'You gents have jest come says he,
and I'm plumb wore out. Miss Birdie
Slado expects me to dance this next waltz
with her, and, honest, Pm too tired. So
1t will be an everlastin favor If one of you
will take her off my hands this trip
"'She's too heavy for me- says PUNK.
Il don't know as Jack, yere, bein small,
can swing her, but you, Ike
"'I hain't the kind of a gent that can't
swing that thar lady myself says Jack,
sorter bristlin up.
"Jest then some Teller informed us that
our bear had got impatient and left.
"'Let him go!' says Jack. we lone
our best to restore him to his owner, and
a kind intention is never lost
upon that he begins for to trip the
light fantastic with Miss Birdie, and about
the second whiz around the room he slips
on q grease spot on the floor, and that thar
hefty lady fell IN him with a thud that
shook the house. His breast bone was
crushed In, and poor Whistlin Jack died
before mornin from internal injuries.
"'But, anyhow, swung herP he gasped
jest before his light went out. New
York World.