The Anaconda standard. [volume] (Anaconda, Mont.) 1889-1970, 1899-05-31

ed out in search of man, Passing a
saloon 1 looked into the window and
saw a clock. 1t was o'clock. Then
understood why everything was SO
quet-the towfs peopie mad not yet got
up.
UP the street l saw a man. He came
towards me at double-quick step, He
saw In me, evidently. something that
would bear watching. Before l could
salute him and make known my posi-
ton in society he issued a stern COM
mand to throw up yer hands Up
they went and then he asked me: What
is yer graft?'
THE woman's clothes and the black
mustache made up a character that was
regarded by the night Waterman as de-
cidedly suspicious.
This don't go, young Teller, not in
these ERE parts said he in "a tone
which for gruffness was simply unex-
celled anywhere. Come along; I'll take
care of you
But sir. I'm in distress. I am
seeking assistance, which in a free
country such men as you should will
ingly Offer said I, now realizing more
clearly than ever my position and
plight.
NO. yer don't, not by a jugfull;
come along or I'll fell you, and J. had
to go. No amount Of importuning or
explanation would pierce that dummy's
calleus hide. l was in what they called
jail in about two minutes after We
started. rs
THE city jail was indeed the largest
house in the town. 1t had more apart
inents in it than the hotel had by sew
eral: There was O. desk sergeant and
a couple of special deputies in the office.
There must have been two dozen pris-
eners in there, too, men and women,
white and half-breeds.
THE really tough part Of the pro-
ceedings took place in the jail. Evil
IDENTIFY the jailer who took me in hand
did net see my mustache, for he hur-
ried me into the woman's ward. He
called to woman nearby and ordered
her to search me. saying: See if this
cid hen has anything on her and then
fire her into No. TO-
My friend | tried to explain, but
the jailer was grabbed. Where did ye
git that voiee?' he asked In a Disguised
manner: But it was too late. He had
returned To the office and 1 was at the
mercy of the female searchlight. To
her | explained my situation and here
I enlisted sympathy, the first 1 had re-
ceivea since left my wife weeping in
the hetei.
1.-THE officers were soon in possession
of the facts. I had been away from
the hetel now probably an hour, and in
the meantime my wife had become
alasned. She wrapped a quilt about
her and ventured out in front of the
hotel to look around for me. In this
barharous costume she appealed to the
sympathles of a squaw' who happened
along just then. The squaw approach
ed her and said something in Indian,
which frightened my wife. and in her
excitement ana fear she started to run
towards the open window. The quilt
fell off and my wife tainted. By this
time every soul in town was up and
moving. They all saw my poor wife.
They thought she must be some wan
derer crazed by liquor and off they took
her to the city jail
Just as i was leaving the bastile I
met the mob attracted thither by the
spectacle of woman being carried to
Jail in a quilt. [ saw my wife's pale
face, and then l was on the verge of
insanity. l screamed and tried to eX-
plain to the Waterman, but now he
was more curious than ever. He was
satisfied that I had committed horri.
| BILE crime. So back into the Jail I was
| pushed and following me came my wife
| in the quilt ~
well, we were in that cooler six