The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1899-04-19

and Cards? says l. 1 want one, says
Bat. gave it to hin. I'm takin
three, myself, says I, while he looked
at his hand; and / took 'em. They
were good ones, and they came right
out 20 the deck here, just like that.
See? p
Glands upl'' 1t was Milligan who
spoke. The two troopers faced about
and each looked into the unfriendly
muzzle of his own revolver, which Mil
ligan had deftly extracted from its
holster as he leaned over its possessor's
shoulder
"Get them up, nowl Quickl" be re-
peated.
Crackerbox laughed his exasperating
laugh. Eyes, would if I was in your
place, sergeant" he remarked. "Ev-
erything has been real pleasant so far
between us this mornin, and we
wouldn't like to have any nisunder-
standin now we're, about partin from
you. Oblige us. Did you notice how
that game came out? Funny how it
goes, amt it3 Luck with you one min
ute and the next it's with the other
feller. didn't know you understood
the sign language 80 well. Milllgan
You tumbled handler than tailed
steer. You must have belonged to the
Invincibles before you left the ouid
country. What was your number :"
Bennet looked on stoically, while.
with some difficulty, Crackerbox re-
mcved the handouts and replaced them
on the wrists of his late captors. in ac-
comp]ishing this the gambler hit upon
what be regarded as neat arrange
rent. He stood Kay and Hatherton
back to. back and divided pair OF the
cuffs between them on either side, Sc
curely linking them together. Bennett
did not propose to risk his health in any
attempt to uphold the dignity of, the
law. Why should he /? From an distract
point Of view it seems .ather peculiar
fact that there should 60 seldom be ap-
parent any strong general antipathy to-
ward the man who has done nothing
worse than shoot another man openly.
It is only the wretch who lays unright-s
eous hands upon woman-the Bib
Sikeses Of this world-who find all
doors Of hope. of human forgiveness.
and forbearance shut against them.
you've been real hospitable, Mr..
Bennett. and lIjust hate to put you out
any, but there are times, you under
stand, when man has to burn all his
crossed bridges, and this looks to me
like one Of the times. It's quite ways
to where we're going, and l guess you
won't hold it it.against us if we rope you
up with the others !"
They bound Kay's and Hatherton's
ankles, and Crackerbox walked Bennett
to his bunk in the corner and tied him
on it hand and foot. Then. as he stood
with his back to the others, he pulled
bill out of the silk handkerchief about
his neck, winked and held it up SO that
the host could see the $50" printed On
the corner and then pushed it into Ben
nets waistcoat pocket. Milligan then
went to the corral and turned out Ben
nets stock and brought the troop
horses from the bluff.
sWell, so long. sergeant, said Crack
erbox as he stood beside Kay g saddle.
..We'd be glad to spend another half
hour in your company, but you under
stand we've no time to waste in social
entertainment. We thank you for a
real pleasant mawnin and for bringin
down these hosses for our use. My feet
was plumb playin ont, but I reckon
we'll get On now. If you look real hard,
boys, you'll find the keys Of them cuffs
in the grass not more'n 100 yards from
here. and, Bennett, your hosses won't
stray so far but what you'll be able to
pick EN- up tomcrrer. Good day. SER
geant. IF you ever come down my way,
look me up. Iwon't forget your consid-
Grafton. won't, honest. .
He sprang into the saddle and clat-
tered off. but at 10C yards he stopped
and drawled over his shoulder:
''And, oh, / say, sahgeant, remem-
beh me to the majah and tell him I
said, with my compliments, he want
to fo'g get to mention you in o'dehs -
Then the outlaws spurred across the
prairie in the direction CT that line be-
yond which lay another government,
driving Bennet's loose horses before
them, and that was the last the two
troopers saw that day Of Crackerbox
and Milligan.
In after years sat often Of an even
ing over Scotch with Kay, when he no
longer wore government clothes or
nursed. an ambition to shine at poker,
but had married "girl'' and settled
down to raising cattle and family.
He spoke cf many things. but he never
told me what his feelings were as he
lay through that hot August afternoon
on the floor at Bennet's, counting the
slow hours, until a traveller came along
near dusk and released him, and I new
er asked. There are subjects which may
not be touched upon even between
friends. -Bleasdell Cameron in Argon-
nut.
Where Women Are Slaves.
In no other country perhaps is wom-
ans lot so hard as in Tibet. '.the for
bidden land. where civilization has
never penetrated Women are forced to
3o oil tho ,no1ioJ lohor oro traotod