The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1905-03-19

place Tor preacher to live exist, have
Ills being, three square meals a day.
bed, WIFE. cow and especially chickens.
etc; and,
Whereas, our beloved parson has a
good and pretty girl waiting for him in
Seap Town on the Charles: and,
Whereas. it is not good for man, es-
pecially preachers, to live alone.
Wherefore, said Andrew Jackson
Wilson, Solomon Jones. JJlvsas 8
Mitchell and Paddy Maloney, the lat
Yer oelnA in on the deal all the time all
Delng exceedingly anxious to SQUARE
lhenseI> rs with our beloved parson
ana TO do the right thing to make up
LOT the rough house he has had:
And Furthermore, to keep up the un-
eaih'eI and spotless reputation of XII
oWa, Eloert county, Colo as a peaceful
quiet and lawabiding community. do
each hereby donate and give 20 head OF
year old steers toward a church fund
on In all that ought to be worth from
$500 to $4,000 in the Denver wards
depending upon the market and the
beef trust;
And furthermore, In lieu of steers
faooy Maioney donates five acres of
ground, the same being any block i'm
Maloney's subaddition to Kiowa that
our beloved parson may choose for
church and pastorate purposes;
AND furthermore, the citizens OF Ki-
owa are hereby pledged to give our be-
loved parson a salary of at least 5000
per year besides at least four donation
parties each year, slippers barred;
And furthermore. said Wilson, Jones.
Mltcneii and Maloney hereby hand and
give back the $269.40 money taken 40 a
Joke and say that our beloved parson
take this money and with 1t hit the
trall In the high places for the states
raster than he did even on Wilson's
roan' marry that girl and bring her out
mere to the glorious west and to the
equai glorious Kiowa that she may
t umeH IN happiness and the new house
tnat VIII be built for her and him by
the time the last quarter of the honey-
moon wanes.
And. be 1t further resolved. that wa
hang him If he don't.
This is our verdict. Will you all
CHIP In and make 1t the biggest reli-
gious Jackpot Kiowa ever SAW" yelled
Paddy.
Kiowa gaped. Bob Steele led the
cheering. Crash! crashi came two VOL
leys OF revolver shots timed by Steele's
winchester. The minister was hustled
10 the table. Seated on a chair on the
table, which in turn rested on the
shoulders of the jury. .the parson, his
headache now forgotten, headed a pro-
NSoSAoil lhIOuBn the main street of
kiowa. Men, women and children all
were marching. Before the swayine
column strutted Spud Tommy with his
drum. The Widow Dawson was waltz
Ing. In the rear came a bunch of cow
men. their bronchos prancing, pitching.
rearing. kicking and biting in the ex-
element. Six shooters were cracking
like cannon crackers.
Kiowa was singing.
God moves in q mysterious way
His wonders to perform:
he plants his footsteps in the sea
And rides upon the storm
In the very lead, long gun In either
hand, doing a Bowery cakewalk back
ward In time to the swinging music. J,
Chamberlain Moonson led the shooting
and the song
In front of the White Dog once moro
the wild music died away. A hush set
tied upon the crowd. "Speechl Speech.
parson, speech!" yelled Bob Steele.
Crash! went another volley. The min
lister arose. his face like living marble.
kiowa stood silent and hatless. AS the
rising of the white revolver smoke SO
Heated up from the mans soul the
most intensely fervent words he ever
uttered:
Let us pray"