The Anaconda standard. [volume] (Anaconda, Mont.) 1889-1970, 1899-10-16

ed almost muscle bound, althougn ne
wasn't. He could strike q terrific blow.
A rampageous mule-whacker strap
ping giant over six feet tall, walked up
to Noble one night in the New YORK
saloon and deliberately spat IN MIS- race.
lie was a new man in butte, anu ne
wasn't onto the night marshal curves.
The mule-whacker did this thing out
of pure corn juice devlishness, because
he wanted to be bad, and because, NO
BILE being quiet and inoffensiVe LOOKING,
he probably figured that he eould 40
it with impunity. Noble thrust MS
right leg back, planted his rect nrmly
on the floor, gave a dazzling swift cir
cular swing with his long right arm,
and then sent the rock-hard fist at the
end of it into the middle of the giant
chest. The blow sounded like the inn
pact of a piledriver The big mule
Whacker never got up from Where ne
went down.
Noble drifted into Tad Moonlight's
Angel Gabriel ginmill one night when
things seemed to be kind O quiet
around town. The only customer in the
place was a huge wheelWright named
Luke Finn. Finn had hard name as
an ugly man and trouble-hunter. He
was playing solitaire at table IN a
corner of the saloon. He nodded 10
Noble when the night marshal came IN,
but Noble didn't return the NOD. When
Gus didn't like a man he never mace
any nretension that he did.
IF an ombreys worth nodding TO
he's worth shaking hands with, he
used to say, and where's the decency
of giving your paw to man tna :
you're sooner or later llable 10 prahu
with the same hand
Amy how, Noble leaned on the bar
for few minutes. talking with Moon
light when queer little guy of ten
derfoot came into the saloon. He had
struck Butte with a wagon train thal
arrived that afternoon, and ne was
about as raw as they make 'em, got up
with regular scout makeup, fringe
on his trousers, sombrero, two guns and
a dirk, the whole thing. His rig was
the regular stage conception OF the
frontiersman, and as he didn't look
much bigger than a pint of cider boiled
down he presented funny picture.
Have you any wine?' the little ten
derfoot inquired of Moonlight in pip
ing voice, throwing down a gold piece
From Kentucky. yes said Moon
black bottle.
Finn. immersed in his solitaire game
over in the corner, had not noticed the
arrival of the tenderfoot, but his ear
caught this little talk at the bar and
he looked UP and leered when he saw
the new ARRIVAL Finn lldu eiou5i
whiskey in him to be evil and he was
sore besides because Noble had not re-
turned his nod when he came in. Any.
how, he got up. stretched himself, and
walked over to the tenderfoot, looming
a good foot over him.
Say said he, addressing the scout
you look like you ought to know d
heap about dancing a hornpipe, Willie.
THE tenderfoot didn't seem to under
stand at all what he was in for.
NO he piped, looking at the biz
man unsuspiciously, they didn't teact
that at our dancing school,
The thunder they didn't sale
Finn. Well, they teach it at this
dancing school. and it's dead easy
when you're helped along hit. Dance
it. SON. and out came both of Firms
guns at the same time. and two bullet:
| went through the floor about tw'
inches from the tenderfoot's heels. &c
ahead and dance, Willie
well, the poor little chaps eyes al
most popped out Of his head, and i
| didn't take him two seconds to begi1
| gyrating around with his hands on hi!
| hips, sailor fashion
why, of course, you know how t.
| dance it, said Finn, planting two NOR
| bullets dangerously close to the litt
| chaps feet. You can dance anything