The Colfax chronicle. [volume] (Colfax, Grant Parish, La.) 1877-1981, 1905-09-16


the town dry and bust the bloomin'
bank" declared the voice, which had
larger and more fanciful register
than a steam calliope 81 amt goin'
to spend cent for car fare. l own
the train; in fact, own the road,
but the blamed old thing amt worth
owning. Whoopee, but I'm it with a
big l. Why in - - don't
some one try to stop meme, the Ari-
IONA cyclone?"
This challenge was concluded with
a yell that split the night atmosphere
for fully three-quarters of a mile and
! was concluded with revolver fusil-
lade that did the western terror great
credit
81 guess he's one Of 'em, all right"
said Mr. NJ, as another Shrek set
the telegraph wires to jingling mer-
ry tune.
| k opened the door of the private
car and, towering to his full six feet
and throwing out his Sandowic chest,
demanded: MY good fellow, what is
all this row sbout?"
well, I'll be blankety, blankety
BANKED if there amt a real 'risto-
crat," declared the bad man. Say,
pard, take off that whitewash collar
and iine me. We're the boys who
| can do it."
The bad man laid a large, grimy
paw" upon the railroad mans Shout
der and tried to kiss him. Upon the
railroad mans resenting this ia
miIiarity the fun began. Out came
two forty-fours simultaneously with
another war-whoop which made rec
ord.
you emery, sneakin' coyote"
shouted the bad man, q like the looks
of this blamed car and so I'll just
| take it and make you come along.
And when I take possession you can
bet you'll take off that whitewash col
| lar"
Into the car plunged the bad man.
| emptying a couple of chambers in his
revolvers by way of emphasis. This
had the effect of scattering the occu-
pants. M made a wild dash in
search of the conductor, convinced
that ks last hour had come
k made up his mind to the same
effect unless he could reach his own
revolver in the sleeping-room Of his
| car. Making a run for it, he tried
| to beat the bad man to 1t, but it was
no use Like an avenging Nemesis
| the terror of the plains came charging
down the center of the car, letting
! loose a picturesque food of billings
gate directed at x and the
whitewash collar. AS he reached
| the trunk in his room and sought to
grasp his revolver X glanced over
| his shoulder and saw the terrible
westerner standing in the doorway
with both cannons poised for action.
Therefore he decided not to stop at
the trunk. but to go right on out of
| the window, which he did. Landing
| upon his head and shoulders, the rail-
road man picked himself up and
started for the rear of the train just
as the bad man began to show his APP
probation of the empty car by giving
vent to a series of blood-curdling war
cries.
On his way to the rear K en-
countered the conductor, to whom he
breathlessly told the story of the bad
mans invasion of his car Without
word, but with a peculiar smile on
his face, the conductor hasensd to
the private car, K following at
respectful distance. Without a mo-
ment's hesitation the conductor
sprang into the private car just as
the bad man had concluded telling
the world that he owned it. When
the bad man saw the conductor he
dropped both revolvers and started for
the forward end. But the conductor
was too quick for him, and grasping
the western terror by the coat collar
he exclaimed:
"You measly bum, I've been looking
for you all through the train. / told
you that if you ever bothered me
again I'd break every bone in your
cowardly body"
Dragging the limpid terror 10 the
car platform, the conductor admins
tered a lusty kick which sent him
plunging headlong into the saods of
the desert AS the bad man picked
himself up and limped dejectedly
away the expression on ks face
was study.
I'm the excitement of the moment
you didn't recognize your friend, did
you, Ed?" asked M, laughing. as
he the real thing?"
"Just couldn't bear to hurt him, I
suppose" said another.
"Well, it wasn't up to Ed, anyway"
declared a third. HE wasn't running
the blamed train
well, anyhow, boys" retorted the
crestfallen general freight agent, hes
a bad man else he wouldn't hit the
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