The Newport miner. [volume] (Newport, Wash.) 1899-current, 1907-12-12
CHAPTER 1.

CHAPTER 1.
Affairs in the old town were very slow
last week until Friday night. On that
night one of our prominent citizens
broke loose and purified things for
short time. The result was that one
poor old rancher from down the river
was slugged so badly that he has not re-
covered as yet. His face was badly cut
and one of his eyes will wear mourn
er's badge for a few days to come.
There was no arrest in this case, al
though conditions appeared to warrant
that fine of IS and costs. assessed at
fully $500, should have been collected
as we'll from this party as from lumber
piler. Caste appears to make quite a
distinction in the affairs in our town.
CHAPTER II.
On Saturday night things began to
liven up little bit. A poor old mule
driver was the victim on that night.
Because he would not buy drink he
was given good beating. Like the
true sport that he was he returned to
the place that he was abused at and
bought drinks for the bunch. He evil
IDENTIFY enjoyed the diversion and has
been back in his old haunts ever since,
awaiting another chance to receive a
discolored physiognomy. No arrests;
official indulgence.
CHAPTER Ill.
On Sunday everything was serene.
The saloons were closed and the day was
typical Puritan Sabbath. Not even
steamboat whistle bothered the people
that desired to rest, In order that the
people should not be disturbed by any
harsh sounds, our constable, who has
recently been acting as high sheriff and
general regulator, had the village barber
close his shop under the spreading chest
nut tree. The barber. it appears, works
hard at one of the mills during the day
and, after hours and on Sundays, tries
to earn few copecks in order to pay
for the building that he recently erected.
Such enterprise and frugality was not in
line with the officials ideas, so the
the barber was notified to cease his
labors. He closed, as he was afraid OF
the officers gatling gun.
CHAPTER w.
Monday night, Dec. 9, things opened
up real lively along about 10 O'Clock.
Jerry Nuzum, who has. been acting as
chief of the local vigilance committee
and rectifer of all evils, appeared upon
the main street clad in his armor, con-
sisting of a six-shooter and sundry other
munitions of war. Jerry is very i'm
posing sort of an individual and is
about six feet in height and weighs
about 260 pounds. He came from the
Indian Territory and has told the people
over our way that he had lots of expert
fence with bad men, and SO we believed
him and had the sheriff appoint him to
guard our homes and property. Every
body rested safe until the lumber piler
was fined IS and SIG. 80 in costs for moth
ing, and then we thought that some
thing was wrong. Nuzum was out with
his big stick, and he proceeded to make
it known that he was boss of the strip
along the Pend d'Oreille that lays
within the borders of Idaho.
He first tackled cook named Jerry
Pelkv, who conducts the Conquest res
taurant in the rear of the saloon by thai
name. A couple of female customers
who were in the place at the time, were
easily scared, and the chief thought
that things were very easy. He fred q
lew shots through the floor Of the saloon
IN order to show his authority and Their
tackled the night bartender, Art Harris
The latter called the efficient Officer
down, but the call was not needed. The
chief then fred shot from his gatline
gun at cuspidor, and succeeded in hit
ting the bar, which was much larger
than the cuspidor and was much bet
ter target.
Jerry Pelky, the cook. then called t.
the officer and told him that his CUR
barrel was crooked, and that if he wal
not careful that he might shoot some
one. Nuzum's answer was q discharge
OF a couple of more cartridges, At thi'
luncture the cook made swipe at th.
Ugh sheriff. He landed, and landed