The Greenville journal. [volume] (Greenville, Ohio) 1850-1918, 1908-01-16


"That Cottonwood Simply Hands You
the Old Snap of Top-an'6ottom in
New Guise."
back. We'll unfurl to him our views
Concernin' the lies he tells
shore! Enright talks, an Peets
talks; but what's the use? They tries
to make these yere visitors see things
in their troo light, an that it's only
Cottonwood's way of bein' sociable.
They even offers to hang Cottonwood,
if the ceremony will promote better
Onderstandin. It's of no avail; after
that gun-play any gent who says
'Wolfville' to them capitalists is bark
in at knot. They simply won't have
it! An so, when the blackboard is
ready, they goes tearin' off to the
north in cloud of dust, handker-
chief over the plug-hat party's skelp
the plug hat in his lap. He allows he'll
take 1t east to show what Arizona
reely is.
81 reckon, Texas says Boggs, a
heap moody, 4 owes you red stack.
I'll consider the money well invested
if it results in my seein' that misera-
BILE Cottonwood's moccasins ten feet
in the air.
"Enright calls the committee to-
gether in the New York store, though
he states that the session is informal.
Its only intended to consider
says he, in what manner We can get
this Cottonwood killed, with least dis
grace to ourselves
whatever have I done?' demands
Cottonwood, some querulous, as Moore
brings him before Enright an the rest
of us by the scruff of his neck. What
ever have l done now?'
what have you-all done?' repeats
Enrlght, between rage an disgust.
You aims a blow at our prospects.
Which you shows yourself menace
to free people. What made you go
swoopin' at that CAPITALISM
'Captalist!' says Cottonwood.
However do l savey he's capitalist?
"Yere's shorthorn," thinks |, IAN
the camp plumb dead! I'll about jump
in, liven things up a whole lot, an
give him good impression" That's
why | throws myself loose like l do
An do you allow returns En-
right, savage an sarcastic, that to
burn up the causeway with your pony,
make pinwheel of your siX-shooter,
anfinish off by shootin gents only
hat full of holes, is doc to make a
good impression? Is that your idee
of invitin' the confidence of stran-
ger?'
After waitin' a while, an Cotton
wood maxim no reply, Enright goes
on:
81 can't get over the notion that
you're more eediotic than criminal
An yet that don't let lis in or out, but
leaves us sort O. straddle of a log.
Which confesses, not without shame,
that I'm nonplussed. Yere you go
stampedin' them cap'talists-said con-
duct bein' a bet which no se'f-respect-
in commoonity can overlook! An no
iail to put you in! Besides, in that
school of correspondence wharin |
was reared, it's alters been held that,
when you've got a party you ought to
lock up. you've got one you ought to
kill. Cottonwood. I can't see nothin'
for it but hang. Troo, you amt
h,,,1 nj Nff H,,f
CONSTRUCTION, we're testified in send.
ing you over the divide onder the gen.
raj weNare clause of that instroo-
ment. That's my view: what do you
say, Doc?'
(which I'm lost in the same neck
of woods with yourself, says Poets.
I asks myself what else is thar to
do?
"Enright beats on the table. an
looks about. Has any gent a su'ges-
tion?' he asks Thar bein' no response,
he turns ag'in TO Cottonwood who
stands round-eyed an amazed like a
young grouDd-own. Have you any
thing to offer before an outraged pub.
lie uses you to dec.rate the windmill?
We regrets this finish, but you forced
our hands yourself AS for me, per-
sonal, I've stood between you an
poplar clamor all will. If you'v any.
thing to say. speak out: an while he's
talkin'. Jack, you might as well go for
lariat
'The Iocoed Cottonwood begins to
take an Interest. See ycre,' he says,
an his mannsr is heap plausible an
wheedlin': you.al gents don't want to
hang me- An, between us. thars rea
sons. private to be personal. why |
don't want to be hanged none. At
least you-all ought to give gent a
show down. I'll tell you what I'll
nacherally cut the kyards to see
whether hang or go free? Or. If you
objects to kyards. III throw the dice
first fash out of the box?
"Enright. doorin' these proffers, is
regyardin' Cottonwood doobious an
uncertain, like he cant make up his
mind.
"'Or say goes on Cottonwood; III
take chance on this? You throw
three dice, an I'll agree to tell you.