Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1906-05-29

place. mister! I'd been up Ter q coup's
NV nights within sisters baby that was
dying. / JUS. laid m'self out on three
chairs, when--bing! They knocked
out from uncer me on the floor"
He couldn't quite bring himself 70
talk about it--whatever 1t was. JUS
when thought he would, he only add
ed: Me for the street,"
I asked him pointblank about. the
Frenchmans. and he turned his head
and said sullenly: ooh, Chez, that was
rotten doin's." Then suddenly, ms
blue, hard eyes getting big as ne re.
the drama coming to him, he said
well. I'll tell you about tn mug. FRS
time I seen him was down here by
Frenchy's place before they dynamitee
1t the second day Of the fire. 1t was
near night time. and he was skiddin
along kind NV sidewise with little
bag. He didn't look good tine. He
was just passin' one of them sentry
guys when his gunship sung out:
Haiti The mug kind of skated along
like his brakes didn't work good, bu'
finally he stepped.
What you got in TIL bag" said the
soldier guy. kind of savage.
It's just meat says this gazebo
l knew he was stringing the soldier;
but | guess he must have been one OF
them COW county sentries. Anyhow ne
was kind of easy. He was just going
to let the fellow pass, being as he said
he had family he was takin the
meat to and all. 1t didn't go with me-
I guess somethin' gave the soldier
bunch at last fer he says, just as the
mug was startin' on: Hold on; let's
see the bag. You don't need all that
meat, pal
Il seen this fellow gettin' kind OIL
white in his mug, and he kept mutter-
in that he had a big family. / knew
he was scared good and plenty over
somethin'. Well that soldier skate took
the bag away from him. l seen him
give Just one look into 1t. Then he
called to one of them officers. m he
says, Look IN there lieutenant
The Irish boy turned on me and said
sharply: "Chee. what d'y' think was
in that bag, pal? Fingers with rings
on 'em and earrings, and I'm giving 1t
to v straight; some of them earrings
had meat on 'em too. The lieutenant
he turned white too, and he says, kind
of quiet-like.. to one Of them gun boys:
Take this man to some safe place and
see that he doesn't get away That's
what he said.
Il knew there was somethin' grand
stewin fer that lad. Just thought I'd
kind of make it my job to hang
around.
Next day about sunup-that's the
first time ever seen this sunrise bus
iness-I saw him again. The same
lieutenant guy and four of them SOL
diers were leadin' this mug out there
by Frenchy's wall. One Of 'em was
walkin' on ahead; one was on each
side and one was behind. They
stopped in front of the WALL and one
of the soldiers tied tn guys arms
down to his sides with some kind of a
strap he took off. Chez, knew it was
all off with grand swing fer that lad.
t. soldiers stepped back in a row, and
t. lieutenant says: Have you got any,
thing to say kind of speakin' soft. just
like that. ,rh' guy was kind of swayin'
on his legs and he said he hadn't. TIL
lieutenant didn't have no more con-
versation fer him. He just turned to
he saws. Aim All Of 'em poked up
tn guns. With this his nibs kind of
hesitated and turned again to this guy
and says, 'Youse sure haven't got
nothin' to say?'
'The guy there by tn wall, his legs
kind NV give way beneat' him. and he
sinks to a heap on tn ground. see
him left his head and stutter wild-like:
Somebody give me part of ut The
lieutenant Just turned back to tn SOL
diers and says, kind NV quiet-like,
'Fire!'"
The Irish boy turned away and look
ed out across the ruined city, pulled his
hat down low over his eyes, and tried
to whistle, but gave it up.
"Well?" j. said, after pause.
"Well," he said shortly, that was
about all fer that guy"