Warren sheaf. [volume] (Warren, Marshall County, Minn.) 1880-current, 1898-06-30
SOMETHING HAPPENED.
A Bit Of Excitement in the Nevada
Desert.

The: town Of Gait, in the middle of the
Nevada desert, contains II houses, and you
step out of the First precinct of the First
ward into boundless alkali-covered space.
For two hours we had been lying on the
main track waiting for the eng neer to- find
out just what was the trouble with his loco
motive and to remedy the disability, and
there was little prospect OF resumption OF
the journey short of half a day OF lingering.
Every passenger had already investigated
the delay was becoming SO monotonous that
complaint rose and travelled in waves.
"For heavens sake!" cried stout wine
dealer from California, doesn't anything
ever happen in such town as this? Can't
somebody think of something to do to pass
have you here, anyway?" The last question
was addressed to thin, lazy-looking young
man, the only male adult resident in Gait
who was visible among the II or IA women
and children gathered at the railroad tracks;
said f Se n9th dTe mgeh sYsF m ne?Pen
COINS on is up at Podiga, the county seat,
where there's as many as II houses. They've
got trial up there this week, an all our
men folks has been drawed on the jury.
That's why I'm the only one here. I'd
9Gne %ou Rs gef me kaf wa2 n S
luck. Never see nothin' nor have no ex-
perience. Them six men that went from
| aere'N come back an talk for two years
about bein, on that jury: Plagued shame.
A man with a sore 'knee'd make as good
teller for jury as anyone else.'
"Well, can't we get up a fight or some
thing diverting to pass time away?,
IT amt agin fightin', but don't fight only
With Ben Hack barth, fer I can lick him
| easy. But Ben's on the jury. He'll come
cpl give dollar if you'll wrestle or run
race or dance a jig or-or-or-by thunder,
anythingn .
"Ain't never rassled with anybuddy but
Ben Haclxbarth, cause l can throw him; an
l don't care to run a race, either, unless with
+ Ben ~ an n he's on the Jury Wisht was up
"Well," desperately pursued the tired-out
passenger, ''isn't there something you can do
without Ben Hackbarth? Anything? Any
thing, I say. I'll make up purse CT slofor
"Mister, did you say SHOP" one of the
Younger Of the Outstanding women interrupt
ed. The wine dealer said eyes," and the
girl called the disappointed youth aside and
the two talked for few moments. The pro.
prietor of the lame knee then approached
the knot Of passengers and said:
That is, if there's airy preacher with YOU
preacher? You bet your life! We've
got a bishop!" yelled the New York business
man of berth 7. And he rushed for the
sleeper, for he understood the purport of
the remark of the Gait man.
"The Idly is this here" said the latter:
f'Ben Hackbarth an me both been kind O.
tryin' around fer this young lady to marry
us, an Ben bein' kind o travelled an, ex,
perienced man seemed like it'd be natcherl
| fer her to take him, as she told me in our
talkin' just now"
"He'd been as fur as Ellko once" said the
girl:
"But when you spoke Of givin' $40 fer any
| thing, from gittin' married to shootin' at
| mark, just 50 it was done ,s right here and
| now, she took notion
ssTen dollars is Sl0,'' said the girl, sue.
cinctly.
| The bishop was not averse to uniting two
| loving hearts, and the whole train turned
| out to celebrate the occasion. The marriage
| took place on the rear platform of the sleep
! er, and some of the women passengers lent
| effects to deck the bride out regardless. The
| festivities continued up to the time when the
engineer announced that he had patched TIE
| defect in the locomotive and was ready co
| proceed, and then the wine dealer took up
! fund for the new family. The conductor
even agreed to carry the couple on to the
next station for bridal tour and the Pull
| man conductor welcomed them to the tine
| furnishings of his domain The two left the
| train at Ell Boco, being in sort OF daze OF
| delight. The last observation we heard from
| the bridegroom was this prophetic remark:
ssTll bet when them six fellers git back
from Podiga they'll be sorry fer th III, n,
| be sorry they was ever called onto that Jury.
Specially" with grim smile, Ben Hack
| barth. Chicago Record.
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