Willmar tribune. [volume] (Willmar, Minn.) 1895-1931, 1903-08-29


too we'll to have i'm whipped, an the
whole town is guyin' him an AKIN
i'm why he don't make Pole set in.''
Alan went down the street to see
Pole. He found him seated on a large
stone, long handled rock hammer at
his feet. He looked up from under his
broad brimmed hat, and a crestfallen
look came into his big brown eyes.
I'm sorry to see this, Pole" said
Alan
Pole stood up at his full height, the
chain caankfng as he rose. "They hain't
treated me right about this matter,
Alan Bishop" he said, half resentfully,
half as if he recognized his own error.
"Bill knows he hain't done the fair
thing. l know I was full, but I jest
wanted to have my fun. That don't
Justify him in putin me out heer
with these niggers fer folks to gap at,
an he knows it He amt a friend
right Me an him has slep' together on
the same pile O. leaves, an I've let i'm
pull down on a squirrel when I could
"a knocket it from its perch, an I've
lent i'm my pointer an gun many an
many time. But he's showed what
he Is! He's got the wrong SOW by the
yeer, though, fer eff he keeps me heer
till Christmas I'll never crack a rock
unless l do it by accidentally steppin'
on it. Mark my words, Alan Bishop.
thar'll be trouble out O. this"
Don't talk that way, Pole" said
Alan. you've broken the law, and
they had to punish you for it. If they
hadn't, they would have made them
sekes ridiculous. Why didn't you send
me word you were in trouble, Pole?'
The fellow hung his head and then
blurted out:
"Beca'se knowed you would make
fool O. yorese'f an try to pay me out
Durn it, Alan Bishop, this amt no
business O. yore'nv'
'I'll make it my business" said
Alan. "How much is your fine? You
ought to have sent me word.'
''Sent you nothin'. Alan Bishop"
growled the prisoner. when l send
you word to hep me out of a scrape
that whisky got me into, I'll do it after
I've decently cut my throat! I say
when you've plead with me like you
have to quit the durn stuffv'
At this point Of the conversation JEFF
Dukes, man Of medium size, dressed
in dark blue uniform, with a nickel
plated badge shaped like shield and
bearing the words "Marshal No. g."
came directly toward them from a
stonecutter's shop near by.
~Look beer, Bishop" he. said dicta-
tortally, wizard you git the right to
talk to that man?'
Alan looked surprised. "Am I break
ing the law tooT'
"You are eff you hain't got permit
from the mayor in yore pocket"
'Well, l have no permit replied
Alan with good natured smile. ''Have
you got another ball and chain handy?"
The officer frowned off his inclination
to treat the matter as jest. "You ort
to have more sense Inan rnaI,~ ne said
crustily. "Pole's put out heer to work
his time out, an eff everybody in town
is allowed to laugh an joke with him
he'd crack about as many rocks as you
or me- -,
"You are durn liar, JEFF Dukes"
said Pole angrily. "You are a-makin'
that up to humiliate me furder. You
know no law like that never was en-
forced. Eff I ever git you out in Pea
Vine destfct, I'll knock a dent in that
egg shaped head O. yor'n an make
them eyes look two ways fer Sunday.
You know gentleman like Alan Btsh-.
op wouldn't notice you under ordinary
circumstances, an so you trump up
that excuse to git his attention.
I The two men glared at each other,
hut Polo aaamad to cot tho host Of thot