The Bamberg herald. [volume] (Bamberg, S.C.) 1891-1972, 1903-10-15

| Il hand and foot, for fear o1
tx SEa accidents; but mind. if hs
goes for you, yell, and II
let you out"
So the policeman threw open the
grated door.
Prisoner, here's yer lawyer; and
warn you if you smash him up yor
won't get another"
The door swung to behind me, bu
so dark was the cell that ut FIRST
could see nothing of "Mr. Jones"
"Good afternoon-ahem"' said 1
feebly. One never knows what may
happsn in the Bitter Root City Jail.
- amt going to hurt you," growle(
the prisoner. :'Sit down; make your
self ut home"
The voice was manly. resonant; the
man was young athlete; I could JUS
see that his boots were the dainty
high-heeled Wellingtons of cowboy
while the rest of his dress-a som
brero, shirt, overails, broad wei
belt, and silk handkerchief round the
neck-bore out the character. Tbs
mans presence already brought III
some faint memory; indeed I felt thai
knew him, but not under the sur,
name of Jones. Surely this sunburnt
young frontiersman was some old
friend. .e-s.z.. -.
II can't offer you any refreshments
Mr.. Lawyer" said the boy, drowsily
"The accommodations, in fact. are
slim-very slim. Why" he woke up
what the deuce are YOU staring at:'
"Jack Brancepeth, ventured
"don't you know me?'
s'What? Williams, major? Hurrah
Shake, you dufferr'
1t was not easy to shake hands. fos
my old schoolfellow was shacEled
spread-eagle fashion to the bed. -
eyes," he laughed, they've got ne
roped for branding. and then they'll
clip my ears and coral me all to my
self, lestI corrupt the good manners
of the other victims"
"Wen," "'Ssaid I, frankly, lit jolly well
serves you right. A fool who amuses
himself shooting the stockholders on
Change ought to be"
''Smacked," said Jack. II knocked
out three. deputy marshals, damaged
one sheriff, bored few holes through
things generally I wish I could chew
up some more police by way of dessert.
feel as happy as chip" ,
'sLook here, we're civilized peoplesin
Bitter Root City; we're not used to
cow-punchers.' ....
"Well, you don't amount to shucks'
sas:you say. Look here, want you to
lets down the bars of this corrai-IEe
sbeensionesomc.' - = =
8 Glow can I get you out? Don't you
see these stockholders are not used to
being shot at?''
eyes," he groaned, THAT'S what's
the matter. I've offended their little
local preiudices. But that's all right:'
can right for State Prison" 1 ex-
planned. sHe only chuckled.
"Well, + did rufle 'em up some. But,
as say,fthat's all right. III Stellsyou
the straight yarn-then you can turn it
into the right kind Of lies, and have
them sworn to. See:"
sGo on" said I.
!. "Well, to begin with, I got me a tract
of meadow land up Wild Creek, back
of Branchville, Idaho-do you know
the place?y No? We'll, I stocked the
ranch out of whatzf'd saved with 9
shorthorn: bull BY aGlinax together
with thiry-nine head of scrub cattle:
and a band Of ponies. Since, then,
whenever I've happened upon NAV
ericks- unbranded cattle, you know
/ re adopted the poor orphans, clapped
on my little Q-that's my brand-and
turned 'em into the pasture. There's
been some satisfaction in annexing old
Silas Hewson's calves, but even then
it amt over and above square dealing,
besides which it's slow work building
up wealth out of strays. Sol suppose
q hundred head all told would make up
the sum of what I had last fall, though
since then I've been laying by my
thirty dollars month cow-punching
for the Square Triangle outfit down
Boise way, which money I've put into
improvements on my Wild Creek
ranch"
'You seem to have been on the
make?"
eyes" Jack heaved great sigh.
"But it came deuced tough. Why, I've
sworn off poker, quit" getting drunk.
even tried to worry along without cuss-
ing
"But why all this virtue?" s.
''Why, don't you see, you loon-you
pilgrim? I'm in lover
"Ohr'
cit was all for Kitty's sake"
''Who's Kitty?" = z
"She's my girl. Say, do you know
old man Hewson-down to Idaho
Flats"
"What, the capitalist who foated
the Grubstake mine: L
''The same. A right smart hole in
the ground is the Grubstake. Why's l
guess the old man must be worth his
cool Eve millions now. Any way, he's
got six head Of young fillies. that there
amt the like of west of the Bitter Root
Mountains, calkers, and away up at
that"
"Blooded?"
81 should smile Out of the very
best Virginian. There's Kittie, Saph
Matred, Nehusta, Zebudah and Mehit'
able, all raised on the ranch, all tended
the same school at Wild Creek" ?
SCHOOL, 1 howled;;' "do you mean
the mans daughters?" ..
"Well, rather. You see a man needs
lots of wealth to pretend to any OF
these girls, for Silas is like them Old
Testament chiefs who'd Sc lords and
dukes shifting around the lodge. and
let the dogs at 'em because they ain't
kings. She's too good, any way. for q
common scrub cowboy like me. Oh
man, but you should see her sit buck
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