Williston graphic. (Williston, Williams County, N.D.) 1895-1919, 1898-06-03
SOMETHING HAPPENED.
A Bit OF Excitement In the Nevada
Desert.

The town of Gait, in the middle of the
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 engineer to find
out just what was the trouble with his loco
motive and to remedy the disability, and
there was little prospect of a resumption of
the journey short of half day OF lingering.
Every passenger had already investigated
the halfacre Of town at least six times, and
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
the time? What interesting occurrences
have you here, anyway" The last question
was addressed to thin, lazy-looking young
man, the only male adult resident in Calf
who was visible among the u or IA women
and .a children gathered at the railroad tracks;
said the local dweller ''Blame It all, ev'ry
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
shprreff wouldn't take me. Always my
luck. Never see nothin nor have no ex-
perience. Them six men that went from
here'L come back an talk for two years
about bcin', on that jury. Plagued shame.
a man with sore knee'd make as good
teller for jury as anyone else"
".Well, can't we get up fight or some
thing dlverting to pass time away?'
IT amt agin fghtin', but don't fight only
with Ben Hackbarth, fer I can lick him
easy. But Ben's on the jury. He'll come
back an blow about it, too, Dog him
H.
race or dance jig or-or-or-b by thunder,
anything!"
"Ain't never rassled with anybuddy but
Ben Hackbarth, cause l can throw him; an
| don't care to run a race, either, unless with
Ben, an he's on the jury. Wisht was up
there havin' experiences, too"
SWELL, desperately pursued the tiredout
passenger, "isn't there something you can do
without Ben Hackbarth? Anything? Any
thing, | say. I'll make up purse OF $40 for
any"
"Nlister, did you say slO?" one of the
younger of the Outstanding women interrupt
ed. The wine dealer said "Yes," 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:
We've decided we'll take you up, mister.
That is, if there's airy preacher with YOU
"Preacher:?, You bet your life! We've
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man of berth T. 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.
"Ben Hackbarth an me both been kind O.
tryin' around fer this young lady to marry
u.s. an Ben bein' kind O. travelled an eN-
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 Ell1o once" said the
girl:
"But when you spoke of gvin' $40 fer any
thing, from gittin' married to shootin' at
mark, just so it was done right here and
now, she took notion"
"Ten dollars is SlO," 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 the
defect in the locomotive and was ready to
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 a bridal tour and the Pull
man. conductor welcomed them he to the s. tine il
furnishings of his domain. The two LETT the
train at FL Boco, being in sort of daze of
delight. The last observation we heard from
the bridegroom was this prophetic remark:
'I'll bet when them six fellers git back
from Podiga they'll be sorry fer thinkin'
that .nothin ever happens at home. They'll
be sorry they was ever called onto that jury.
Specially" with grim smile, Ben Hack
barth Chicago Record.