The Oakley eagle. [volume] (Oakley, Idaho) 1901-1908, 1906-04-19

WINDOW Fenemenby Dec@URse 11&
pause.
Ike Anderson stepped into . saloon
and took straw from glass stand
ing on the bar, exercising an exast
and critical taste in its selection. I'm
very thirsty" he remarked plaintfve-
ly. Saying which, he shot hole In
barrel of whisky inserted the straw,
and drank lingeringly.
Thank you" he said softly, and
shot the glass of straws OF the coun-
ter. Thank you. Not after me-
The whisky ran out over the floor, out
of the door, over the path and Into
the road, but no one raised a voice in
rebuke.
The blue flame burned trife higher
in Ike Anderson's brain. He was
growing very much intoxicated, and
therefore very quiet and very sober
looking. He did not yell and flourish
his revolvers, but walked along de-
Gently, engaged in thought He passed
by the front of the Cottage Hotel. A
negro boy, who worked about the
| place, was sweeping idly at the porch
| door, shutting lazily about at his em-
| ployment. Ike paused and looked
amiably at him for some moments.
Good morning, colored scion," he
said pleasantly.
"Mawnin', boss" said the negro.
grinning widely.
"Colored scion" said Ike, hereafter
Ito oblige me-would you nind
whoopin it up with yore broom a
leetle faster?"
The negro scowled and muttered
and the next moment sprang sprawl
ing forward with scream. Ike had
shot off the heel OF his shoe, in the
process not sparing all of the foot
The negro swept as he had never
swept before. Twice bullet cut the
floor at his feet, and at last The stick
of the broom was shattered In biz
hand. "Colored scion," said Ike An
derson, as though in surprise, ~yoE'
broom is damaged. Kneel down ant
pray for another" The negro hnel
and surely prayed.
On all sides swept the wide anS
empty streets. 1t was Ike Anderson
town. A red film seemed to his gas
to come over the face of things. HI
slipped his revolver back into thu
scabbard and paused again to think
A quick footstep sounded on the wall
behind him, and he wheeled, still pu2
zled with the red film and the msnta
problem
The sheriff stood quietly facing him
with his thumbs resting lightly in hi
, belt. He had not drawn his own re
, volver. He was chewing splinter
Ike" said he, throw up your hands.
, The nerves of some men act NOR
quickly than those Of others, an
such men make the most dangerou
pistol shots, when they have good d
gestion and long practice at the rapi
drawing of the revolver, an art a
that time much cultivated. Ike Al
dersons mind and nerves and mu
Giles were always lightning-like in tn
instantaneous rapidity of their actor
The eye could scarce have followe
the movement by which the revolve
leaped to a level from his right-han
scabbard. He had forgotten, in hi
moment of study, that with his 81,
shooter he had fired once at the viii
gy barrel, once at the glass OF straw
once at the negro's heel, twice at th
floor, and once at the broomstick. TIL
click on the empty shell was hear
clearly at the hotel bar, distinct
ahead of the double report that fo
lowed. For, such was the sharpness
of this mans mental and musculi
action, he had dropped the empty T
volver from his right hand and draw
the other with his left hand in tin
to meet the fire of the sheriff.
(To be continued)