The Forrest City times. [volume] (Forrest City, Ark.) 1871-1919, 1903-10-23
UNFOLDING the
Courts Dignity

ii from Patola and was retailing the
month-old news of the nitrate camps
along Medicine Sack to the crowd in
Pap Dacey's.
Hans Zeckler's got all the water
pumped out of the lower level of the
Great Mistake he concluded. He 8
going TO start the hoist next week and
work night shift. SOS to give them
stockholders good impression when
they come. | reckon that's about all.
You heard about Judge Quinn cashin' in,
didn't you?"
MOI" came in chorus from his audi
tors.
Eyes. He's quit the game. reckon it
was pneumonia. Sick about a week
They give him a great send-off. Cas-
ket over from Socorro, the Ruby brass
band and preacher. All the Injuries
of the season.
HE was a good blacksmith" OBJ
served the Cherry Ripe amalgamator.
Too bad they couldn't pull him through
He was pretty old man. though
He wasn't no SLOUGH of a judge,
either" said Pap Dacey. What he
didn't know about minin law wasn't
worth KNOWN An when he fixed up
a location notice it was fixed to stay"
Made a dern good talk too" said
Pete Fenwick, the deputy sheriff. Il
never heard anybody could lay over
him, come down to oratory an dignity.
Well. he was ace high There amt a
judge of the United States district
court has the way he had of impressin
the majesty of the law on the keer-
less"
You're thinkin of Hickson's burro,'
said the Cherry Ripe amalgamator,
smiling.
You struck it that time" said the
deputy. You was along, then, wasn't
you? Ii was in so, reckon" he con-
tinued. turning to the others. I'VE was
more partickler on some pints then
than We are now. There was a county
organization o course. but il wasn't or
Eanized so you could notice ii. an the
morals o the community. dependin' as
they did on public sentiment. was a heap
healthier. There wasn't so blame much |
claim jumpin' an hoss-stealin was es-
peshully frowned on. 1t wasn't even
considered eterket to slap a brand on
a maverick by the COW outfits in the |
foothills. There wasn't any Jail nearer |
than Socorro. but lariats was plenty |
an if trees was scarce there was always
a wagon tongue somewheres around
We'll. Sam Hickson over at Carbon
ate lost his burro. Anthony Wayne, one
day and couldn't find hide nor hair of it,
He had about give up when Jack McLe-
more came to him an told him how he'd
seen burro that looked like Anthony
grazing at the end of a picket rope in a
little park in the low divide on the
Limestone range. over so mile away
There was cabin in the park. but Jack
didn't inquire none, because he was out
OF cartridges.
well. Sam Hickson got together
about dozen o the boys-Hank.
here. was one o them-an' started out
for the Limestone. | met 'em and in
sisted on going along. too, being new
10 the Office and feeling my oats. We
got TO the cabin. an there. sure
enough. was Sans burro. Sam went
up to the cabin door and knocked on
il with the butt of his A. and long
legged tenderfoot come out and want
ed to know what was the trouble. He
told a straight story-how the mule
had drifted in about a month before
and he had kept him there on picket
until he got time to go to Last Chance
and deliver him to the authorities.
which he said he was intending to do.
II sounded all right. but the boys said
the evidence was agin him and they
allowed they'd vindicate outraged JUS
tice with Anthony Wayne's picket rope
right there, | took chips at that stage
o the game and allowed I'd convey the
prisoner 10 the nearest justice. which
was Judge Quinn. and we'd try him
according. to Hoyle. They kicked. but
had it that way. We tied his feet
under Anthony's belly and finally got
him afore the old judge.