The National tribune., 1901-11-28

cred grip.
ri trouble You to get out. Mustn't
think you own this car. Other people
have some rights"
Look here, SIR said the Deacon
sterny, Il want yuu to give back that S25
you cheated that soldier boy out OF.
What business is that of yours, old
HayseedT asked tie other, looking at him
contemptuously. You'll find you'll have
quite enough to do to take care. of your
corn and taters without meddliug with
what don't concern you. / won that
money fairly. lie won some bets and
won the others. He knew what he WIS
about You amt his guardeen. It's none
OF your business"
I'm the best judge of what's my busi-
ness" said the Deacon, decidedly. Il
propose to make this my business. I've
taken a few days off frem my corn and
taters for the purpose o strengthening up
things You're the first matter that needs
attention, and you're going TO have it.
Amt you ashamed TO rob a sick soldier
boy that way! Give him back his
Money"
Il see myself. Think I'm a fool? He's
well enough to bet and try TO win other
peoples money. He's old enough TO go
into the army, to rob other people of their
property, and to be very peart and sassy.
It'll learn him something"
Look here, mister" said the Deacon,
rather coaxingly, Il don't want no trouble
with you. | ask you, rs a right-feeiing
man, to give that boy his money back.
You've took every cent he had, and hes
feeling very bad about it."
"And / tell you, old Corntossel. to mind
your own business and let mine alone.
When l want any advice about turnip
seed | may come TO you. Get out of my
seatp'
Give that boy his money back at once.
sir" said the Governor, cor you'll be made
Don't you mix in, you old cripple -
said the man scornfully, contemptuously
Lniment and porous plasters are more
in your line. Keep your mind on them,
and get out of my seat"
Governor remarked the Deacon, TAX
ing off his hat, carefully placing it in the
rack, and beginning TO pull off his over
coat, soft words don't seem to avail in
this case. I'll have to try what virtue
there is in the arm of the fesh.H
The man, seeing the hostile move.
started to draw a blackjack Gov
ernor" he gasped, taking a good loOIi at
Mr.. Morton. Before the fellow could
draw his slung-shot his hand was grasped
by Detective Virgins, who exclaimed:
'9h, you're here. are you? I've been
looking all around for you. As live, il
il amt Bible Sami Well, this is a find,
IONEiHUE, LIiIS u LUe GUaD LilaI DGti
working the northern part of the State so
lively-running revivals, and marrying
women in the open, and organizing
Knights of the Golden Circle lodges, steal
ing horses, and showing counterfeit money
on the quiet. They want him in pretty
nearly every county from the Maumee
River to Lake Michigan"
Why, you uneonscionablc rascalr NUT
tered the Governor.
~ -
man. ''Is that brOken-nosed cripple the
Abolition despot of Indiana? Tp"---
mo, you WON'T" said Detective Wig
gins, reaching Tor his throat. you'll
keep civil tongue in your head, or I'll
choke it ont of YOU"
Immediately there was great excitement
in the car. in which were mostly men,
most OF the younger men carried revol-
vers. They all rose up and drew them.
The women, 0f the eaily-day heroic type.
who had seen troublous times ever since
they came into the State, sat quietly,
watching with eager eyes 10 see what it
was all about. and decide which side they
would take.
One youngish ma7 dropped on his knees
behind I seat and leveIed his revolver
across the top until he could determine his
course.
The Deacon seized his umbrella. and,
waving it like baton of authority,
walked down the aisle to restore order
and confidence.
''rake your seats, ladies and gentlemen,
and keep cool! No call to be decomposed.
Put up your pistols, gentsi There's no
occasion for gun play. Merely arresting
a notorious hOrse-thief and bigamist. Hes
in hands that can take care of him Don't
be alarmed, ladies'. Sit down, my friend"
he continued, laying his hand on the
shoulder Of the man kneeling behind the
seat, and forcing him back to his place
Put up that little pop. You have it only
half-cOcked anyway. You're nervous.
You might hurt yourself or some one
else"
Bible San suddenly broke away from
the grasp of Detective Virgins and Sol
Withers and made a bolt for the rear #
the car to jump off, but he encountered
the Deacon, who thrust out the umbrella
toward his waist. ike a sword at fierce
point, and said:
Stop, or I'il run this through you and
spread IT,"
As the Deacon was thus kept out of
reach Of his slung-sh0t, Bible Sam whirled,
to see Virgins covering him with a large
revolver, held in a very steady hand. He
turned again, pushed to the window ON
the side next to the settlement, shattered
it with a blow from his sliing-shot, which
drew to him the attention of all the loaf
ers on the platform, and yelled the rally
ing cry Of the Knights of the Golden
Circle.
"Asal Asal Help for knight Nor
ton is in here with his minions. They'll
kill me-"
Virgins and Withers were on him in
an instant, and the detective snapped on
the handcuffs. But in the struggle Sans
neck came in contact with the ragged
edges of glass; and blood began streaming
from it.
"Old Morton's in that car, and they're
numbering Il Knight of the Golden Cir
cle," shonted some of the loafers "Let's
so in and stop it."
Some of them tried to cliIab on the
train, but the soldier boys, understanding
something of whatfwas going on, snatched
up the pokers from the stoves ar the ends
Of the ears and fought them back.
"Go git your guns, boys" shouted one
who appeared 10 be leader. We'll take
the old train and wreck it. I'll hold the
engine until you git back"
He drew his reYolver and walked for
ward to where he could cover the engineer
in the cab.
The promptness with which the loafefs
obeyed the command and ran for their
houses showed that they were under mill
tary discipline.
start the train, conductor" said Gov.
Morton authoritatiyely. Pull out of here
at once"
II can't for five minutes yet" answered
the conductor, looking at his watch. II
have strict orders"
"In i've minutes you won't have any