Bisbee daily review., 1909-06-17
ILLUSTRATED WITH CUTS
By E. D. Pisrson-
loopyrish,. sy J. E. Lippineos, Col

room. mighty mufsied up about the throat, an his head skeFed to one side like 1t he'd b'n set on the bias. "He was a long-geared gaioot. what 1 carried a sinister smile with him an . long. muddy freck coat that reached to his heels. There was on'y the brim Of respectable hat On his head; a ragged par O white kid gloves was tryin' to cover his hans. Oh, be was a Christmas ornament!
 "Is the wall-eyed hyener that runs this rag ter hum?' he axes, with hiss like a busted biler.
 "I thought shorely that I had ter do with manywac. or some freak what go. loose from a side show. Tnere- upon l reaches for me gun.
 Drag that. sez he, mighty ca'am like. an set still at the some time f,ourishing big knife above me nose.
 Then he sot down, and looks at me with . most mischeevous eye. He looks aropn's him for spell an then he heads for me. When he come abreast O! me he regards me for awhile an then he sez:
 cSt DUWs oEL a. ,ou Ni~ red nosed pirate rm lookin' fer. as he drawed a cheer and trapped into 1t I was some dubersome about yer iden- tity at fust, owin' to the clean paper collar ye have on. but see I've came to the right shop all right
 An the wry-necked ruftian fixes his lamps on me in sich a way concluded not to move, hopin' all the time that old Boldly Butterfoot, ny pardner. would happen in fore be got vi'lent.
 My rsme,' sez he, Is Bloaker- Siias Efingham Bloaker'-sez he, stroppin' that meat-cleavef on his boot and regardin' me meievolent like
 "'Oh, yes. sez I. you was the gent that took 50 of last weeks papers fer me putin yer picture in on the eve Of yer marriage
 T did recall the critter. but he didn't look like a man who had been eHi'yin' the honeymoon-more like a felier that had had a wrastle with a caty- mount
 That ain't no lie,' sez he, with grin that showed his teeth, p'inted as a beavers.
 We'll, want they all right? axes. T took a sight of pains to get your pic. .uT' took we'll l was wonderin' what kind of kse!sis he was holdin'.up his sleeve
 "'Yas, ye did, sez he, and fips a copy of the paper out of his pocket, flares it out under my nose, and pints to his portrait, that looked fair enc ugh. That's me. all right. but what is the inscription underneath?' and he read with roar: This is the notorious 1 desperado, cGt-throat and train-robber, Buck Flinders Look out for him. cit!- =ens of Calamity county. and hang him on sight
 Blamed ef it want so, That old mushrat, Butterfoot, had went and , mixed things up, and the desperado's picture was inscribed with the notice Of Bloaker's approaching marriage. Why, ys don't mean to say ye're go,n' to git mad over a little thing like that?' sez !. thinkin' a soft answer | night come in handy.
 oh, TO- sez he. oh, no. I rather liks it, do. fourishin that meat.ax. or Shatever 1t was, close to my nose What happens when I goes gayly to meet my bride. rigged out in SIP suit with suitable trimmin's?-what hap | pensr bellerin' like COW buffalo. Your paper had got there ahead of me. fheJ was some hundred men folks at she' depot when got on. An every raan had a rope. some had two. When | they sets eyes on me they lets of a | howl like pack of wolves OWiu' 10 7our faeetiousness depitation of the fust citizens conducts me to the near est telegraph pole. Elf the county | sheriff hadn't arrived, what knowed me, I'd be hangin there yit Look at ' that neck.'-worl.in' his head up and down like a tortle-'that won't set right tell theS crack O doom, to say nUthin' of my iosin' the lady. wutl s760. Mexican, two mrles, an a bull heirer. She said she want g6in' though life hitched fo freak tha. could look down the back of his neck and had 10 keep his back tuned when he made love-
 If you will egscuse me-, I sez, T think I had better go downstairs and start the press, sttemptin' to rise. T changed my mind sudden about departiR' when sec the bloodthirsty look on his face.
 You air. see. mighty foad of Illus tratin' your remarks with cuts sez he.
 1 Why. yes-as a progressive ed
 tor
 And so be r. with a whoop like
 q Digger Injun. vavin' that shinin'
 blade round his head
 Well" concluded Maj. Snapper. as
 be felt an old scar on his fur-cwed 1 forehead. he done iti"