The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1903-07-04

supplies station and by
repaired freight train had Smith
foraby intoxicated and had his bed towards
to make up for lost time With him had gone two-galon
demijohn, and by night he had for lost time; he
drunk drunk and his which the evening be-
gazed squarely kindly upon compan-
ions looked like gimles bloodshot
sharply inward. Not soul had him since morning
and now in western parlance, Mr. Smith very ft"s
the stranger lay looking a
ceiling, marking the shadows Of the coming night
downward very comfortable and hated to move. -
always speed. He would
wait for the following
By and by the in for supper, of the
freight places having
taken by Bishop and Pink, the five discussed their
Truth and the information which had been from
Cocky Smith.
No one noticed that in the middle of the conversation
the stranger had risen his
his drinking every
The stranger breathed sorry
ceased, the gang TO
precincts of the bar and its fresh whisky They
hardly closed
out of his bunk attempting his legs into icy
boots He weak, had but succeeded in
stamping into it's when
Sixty fairly along in liquor himself. but
rulty.
Passing some private Grand Sixty
threw greeting to the then joined him
he might give his loosened feeling
pair OF that would listen, here who
would not dare sit him.. he prepared
the first words from his hopedfor audience
Say, friend. did hear that story last niglt?"
well, every On word of it true-exeept one"
"Whatcher takin' about?" asked Sixty.
about the story told by Bill Lewishis names Lewis,
sixty's small eyes expanded
II knowed it want Smith, an who be you an
where is the lie We air so glib about?"
We'll didn't lieonly he didn't kill brother,
tho he thought had;
day. Pity somebody didn't kill him. Sit I'll
you"
Sixty gave sucking to be a whistle.
Say; don't know you but you tell Lewis
Smith, to here quick continued
his voice and growing confidential
him. He from shadow, we've hunted for him
and advertised him until
the and dead. He's free to-day-in
and pretty well off, and to be
him. Say! hold on Sit down! Help with this
m a cat
During sixtys mouth opened pro-
poronaey his is,
tent loyal superior prepared to accept
all that he had heard gmmer glanced
his slow brain, and his jaws shut like
forward and gared hard at the
Who be you, anyhow? An We
is the man? Air meanin fair be trumpin up
game git O him Drop that boot an
tell plain''
why, you think
do!' the He going marry
my sister when get in
dirty he hadand then that thing happened. Birs
brother always hated him say-Tm Sheriff Blythe Of Che
county, New York; elected ago, I'm
chap in the mines. It godsend that
and frozen last night and had to lay It
the making of Lewis-and too. I'll know him
as put him. This thing happened five
isn't that right? Say, hold minute! Where
going?"
Sixty gone Between
frankly and unhesatngy given, and tho matching
had with him. Cocky Smith not mu,derer He
free n1anand rich Never in his life Sixty
important
If Sixty had not been full of selfimportance and
whisky of mental qualities
might noticed air
his fellows entered the barroom
silent; they often were,
together; but because
each intently fixed Cocky Smith, who
that u.s. behind the bar
making critical examination Of his
angular broken nailed
his shining black beard with his right hand while his
hand held tin half full of whisky His back
ward the door.
Certainly this great chance for Sixty. Advancing
brought his hardened hand down the plank
with apd blurted out:
Bill Lewis O. the town O Chenannygo
county state O. Moo York-theres Sheriff Blythe or
place in the stageroom. an he's
turned around slowly and Sixty saw
The agents FIRE; the small pupils
seemingly his thin and contracted
Srnith drunk.
Sixty like stricken with DEATH but only for
long enough to the quick of the
masters right his hip the sparkling o.
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