The Anaconda standard. [volume] (Anaconda, Mont.) 1889-1970, 1899-03-20
|L|FF IS A CHARACTER
His Checkered Career Brim Full
of Experiences.
HOW CASEY WAS OUSTED
Miner Loses His Home by Reason of I'm
pleasant Visitors Introduced by
Iliff-Au Amusing Incident
of Long Ago.

The notorious hobo, ]. W. lift, who
has served more or less time in every
city Jail in the West, is a character if he
isn't worth the paper that his name is
written on. He likes whiskey, and he
doesn't care if it is of ancient or mod
ern vintage, so long as it is red and
easy to get and comes in large doses.
He had the advantage Of excellent early
home training. but he didn't value it;
hence his present condition. He was
few days ago sent up for vagrancy for
the thousandth time.
His checkered career is brim full of
experiences, many of which have been
reproduced by the pen. one of them oc-
Cured in Lion City, above Glendale. in
the early part of 1885, He blew into"
Lion one day in March on a "hoater,"
presented to him by a Butte judge. He
was sober when he arrived and when
in that frame of mind he is an interest
ing conversationalist, and it required
but a few hours to convince some of his
hearers that he was a pretty good sort
of a fellow after ALL even if he had no
bced it all over the country. He as
job very badly, although he did not in
terview Dan McMasters, the foreman of
the mines. He soon made a staunch
friend of a good natured miner who ap-
peared on the hotel register as Casey.
the Pup" Casey had not worked in the
mines long enough to secure a stake of
sufficient size to warrant a trip to some
of the medicinal springs, resort usu-
ally visited by the miners who almost
n ri IN hi ta1 off faX
months work in the lead ores of Lion
mountain. He occasionally felt the
spell a-coming." and whenever he did
he'd go down to George Tarbelrs sa-
loon and take a preventive" which
usually meant three-days' quiet
drunk
1t was while on one Of these "preven-
tons Casey met Tiff, who. by the way,
imagined that he had felt a spell "a
coming He told Casey that he had
gone up to the mine, and before he had
been there Is minutes watching the
miners work, he was seized with all of
the symptoms of lead poisoning, and
fastened away. He was glad to meet
Casey and Casey was glad that he was
glad, and before long they were both
riproariously glad from soda to hook
Casey, the Pup, lived in little log
cabin he called his own. He kept it
scrupulously clean. His stove was the
envy of all of the housewives of the
camp, so resplendently did it shine at
all times. His bed was always we'll
dressed, and his floor scrubbed He
was a model housekeeper. But when
he got full of Tarbell's home-made
booze, he was different person. Some
times he would go home and sometimes
he would not.
Tiff began to get sleepy about 8
o'clock in the evening of the day on
which he and Casey started out to cure
their diseases and asked Casey if he
could not go to bed in his cabin. "Of
course you can" said Casey.
They walked down to the cabin. where
Casey asked his companion if he would
not like to eat a bit. OF course Tiff
would eat, eat any time after he had
had enough to drink. So Casey made a
fire and fried some flap jacks and made
some coffee.
Before the meal was prepared Tiff
had thrown himself across the bed and
gone to sleep. Casey tried to arouse
him, but Tiff was dead to the world
So Casey ate his supper and returned
to the saloon, where he filled up on
booze and went to sleep in a chair He
was there when the bartender opened