The Marion daily mirror. (Marion, Ohio) 1892-1912, 1908-06-06
ENRIGHT
OUTMANEUVERED
By ALFRED HENRY LEWIS
S1(1.
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Copyright. by Joseph B. Bowles.)
By ALFRED HENRY LEwI

ton. II that's argument. we'll be let.
tin mules an Mexicsns vote before
we quit.
It's only the eXyooberance of bo,
4, hood says Enright. 'an you was
boy once yourself Dan, Which En-.
right is plumb forbearin' thata-way
with The young.
Jest the same, argues Bosgs. I
holds It's up to you, as chief of the
vigilance committee. to mark out
reservation for this headlong Cotton.
wood. Have lariats an wind-mills no
purpose? Is tho strangers Joke?
Is that arm Of jestice conceived in
sperit of mrth?'
NO. says Enright, some emphat.
&c; 1t amt But what, I asks you as
member of the committee. do you
desire TO do? AS yet we have no Gala.
booze, though plans is bein' formyoo.
lated, an that capstone to civilization
is on its way. Pendn' said calaboose.
however. what would you suggest?
shorely trusts you ain't that inhooman
as to advise rope for boy in his
teens, An for nothin' more heenous
than crackin' off his 49,
But he disturbs my peace urges
Boggs petyoolently. I tells you he
gives me indigestion. I'm gettin'
along into middle years. an my stom-
ach amt what II was, but if ever Doc
Poets tells me that the way feels
Is doc, primarily, to them lone.hand
festivals which this we're Cottonwood
engages in, I'll wear out my six-shoot-
er on his empty head
"Boggs goes pacin' up an down the
Red Light as he makes these fulmin.
ations, while Enright sits benign an
comfortably placid. We're all that
used to Boggs's peevishness, him bein'
by nacher nervous to the verge of
emotional no one pays much heed.
But at that, Cottonwood don't escape
without rebooke; for. jest as Boggs
ceases, who should come pirootin'
along hut Armstrong from the New
York store. Like Boggs, he says that
hobbies must be put on Cottonwood.
or subsequent developments may
come off In the smoke.
Which | must say, remarks En-.
right. after listenin to Armstrong
heap dsgusted that thar's powerful
sight of tomfool'playin n skelp-danc.
in about nothin.' Yere's a boy, pos.
sessed OF the effervescent sperits yoos.
ual with his time of life, runs his
pony up the street, bangs away with
his gun, an casyooally creases
Chink. Wharupon two full-grown
gents goes teeterin round, talkin' of
vigilance committees. with ropes an
wind.mills for a finish This yere at.
titoode Of narrowness Armstrong,
don't do you an Dan no credit. You
all acts as though Chinaman Ia
jooelry.' -
'Chinaman!' exclaims Armstrong.
full of contempt Do you reckon I'd
leave my business to bluff round about
a saddle-colored serf OF the orient?
| Which the warmth OF your manner In
explained. No; yere's the propsi.
tion: This sportive yooth is inter.
ferin with trade. That Mongol is
on his way to my store to spend
money. when Cottonwood opens on
him. What says is that sech action
Is inconsid'rate, an he should be
taught to think before he shoots.
"Enright signs up the bar.keep to
set ont the ticker,
was shore obtoose he says,
softly his manner apologize, AN
must say | can't see how I'm so dull
as to go followin OFF the wrong wagon
track thata.way You're plumb
right, Armstrong; this Chinaman Ia