The Seattle post-intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, Wash. Terr. [Wash.]) 1888-1914, 1900-01-21


one of the best story tell
ers at the Seattle bar yesterday.
at was at waterville attending to iegai
business and was called upon to defenu d
criminal case at Conconu1iy, nourish
ing little town about 100 miles oistah. !
made the journey over a terribly roush
road and In freezing cold weather IN CONF
pany with a brother lawyer, Il. N. reHuei
CAST, Of Waterville.
"At the end of the first day we stopped
At Bridgeport, dead town on the Columbia
river. The only buildings in the place OF
any consequence are a big brick hotei,
big brick Touring mill and big school
house, The town was built as the result
of railroad building boom and collapsed
with II. We put up at the big brick hotel.
"As we sat thawing ourselves out at the
sheet IRON stove in the office gang of cow
boys came in and lined up at the bar.
They would have done the heart OF an
Eastern tourist good. They were the typi-
cal .rustIers' of the range. tough IN manner
and visage and more than tough In appar-
eli. They wore greasy buckskin shirts and
leather chaps with fringes foot long.
~ noticed that the gang looked at us, and
especially me, rather closely, ana presently
one of them came over and with a drunken
leer addressed Pendergast. Say said he,
come over here, want to talk to you
alone
1T knew the ways and manners of the
catt,e thief in Nevada pretty well In the
Aid DAYS and was but little surprised when
r heard this conversation between Pender-
CAST. who used to be prosecuting attorney
at Waterville and the cowboy:
"'Say, now jedge, tell me, honest' WHO
are YOU down here after now?
!" .Nobody. Charlie; nobody at all. MY
friend and / are just going over to Con-
conully on a little legal business. we
don't want to make any trouble for you
fellows
me believe that now. Who is that ID
detective you've got with your
1T blushed to hear myself referred to
as detective and resolved to grow
beard.
"Well. Pendergast and laid low the
rest of the evening. We didn't know
what the cowboy gang might take no
ton to do with us. ana so we ulun HiiA
up with them.
1.-THE next day we stopped for dinner
at the Davis ranch on the Okanogan
river. 1t was there that met the I'M
Goebelized Kentucky Democrat. He
came riding up and stopped for dinner
also. Pendergast introduced him 10 me
as Maxwell, Maj. Parker will be good
name.
"'Ah Col Lindsay he remarked, set
fling himself back In his chair and re-
garding me from head to heel from UNI
der his shaggy eyebrows. 'That Is
good Kentucky name, sub, he continued.
May ask. sub. If you ah one OF the
Kentucky Lindsays?
81 had to plead not guilty to the charge
I saw that the old gentleman was dis
appointed and so I FASTENED to say that
the Kentucky Lindsays and myself were
of the same stock: all good Scotch-Irish
blood. At that the old man frightened
mp again. We talked of all sorts OF
things. and finally drifted into politics.
"The major eagerly inquired the latest
news from Kentucky, hoping no doubt
that / had some information later than
his own l told him, and then he went
on to give me some of the history OF the
bluegrass country. found that he was
far from an admirer of Goebel.
THAT man for govenuh of Kentucky
said he, his face growing red. flushing
angrily. why, d-n 1t, sub, he is no
gentleman. His father was nothing mob
or less than a common saloonkeepuh.
knew his father well. And l knew him
when he was a young cub studying the
law in our town. sub.
"a. We'll, sub, Mr.. Goebel, this young
cub, got into the newspapuh business
and he ran a dirty Matchmaking sheet,
subj There was Col. Richardson, sub,
as thorough gentleman as ever lived.
Why, subj Goebel shamefully lampooned
the colonel in his papuh, sub, and the
colonel sent Mr.. Goebel word to arm him
self.
".Mr. Goebel came down town In the
mohning and encountered Col. Richard
son on his own doorstep. The colonel
fahed fuhst and Mr.. Goebel returns the
fab and murders Col. Richardson. Yes,
sub, murders him, sub.
"'Col Richardson left a son Dick.
Let's see?-the major leaned back and
gazed reAectively at the ceiling-Dick is