The Garland globe. [volume] (Garland, Utah) 1906-191?, 1909-05-01
ILLUSTRATED
WITH CUTS
loopyrisht, by J. d. Llppinco,t Coz
By E. D. Person.


BILE runnin' newspaper" remarked
Col. Snapper. as he drew a mighty
draught from his glass. In the DAYS
o 40. when | was holdin down a ed
itorial sheet. Teller sided inter the
room, mighty muffled up about the
throat, an his head skewed to one
side like 1t he'd BIN set on the bias.
He was a long-geared galoot, what
carried sinister smile with him an
long, muddy frock coat that reached
TO his heels. There was on'y the brim
of respectable hat on his head:
ragged par o. white kid gloves was
tryin' to cover his hans. Oh, he was
a Christmas ornament!
Is the wall-eyed hyener that runs
this rag ter hum?' he axes, with hiss
like a busted biler.
II thought shorely that I had ter
do with manywac, or some freak
what got loose from a side show. There
upon | reaches for me gun.
"Drap that SEE he mighty ca'am
like. an set STILL at the some time
fourishing big knife above me nose.
Then he sot down, and looks at
me with a most mischeevous eye He
looks aroun's him for a spell an then
he heads for me. When he come
abreast of me he regards me for awhile
an then he seq:
81 see now SEE he, at you're the
red-nosed pirate II lookin' fer, as he
drawed a cheer and drapped into It,
I was some dubersome about yer iden-
tity at fust, OWN to the clean paper
collar ye have on, but see I've came
to the right shop all right
An the wry-necked rufiian fixes his
lamps on me In SIGH a way concluded
not to move, hopin' all the time that
old Boldly Butterfoot, my pardner,
would happen in fore he got vi'lent.
My name, SEE he, is Bloaker-
Silas Efiingham Bloaker'-sez he,
stroppin' that meat-cleaver on his boot
and regardin' me melevolent like.
"'Oh, yes,' SEE I. you was the gent
that took SO of last weeks papers fer
me putin yer picture In on the eve
Of yer marriage
II did recall the critter, but he didn't
look like man who had been enj'yir
the honeymoon-more like. fellel
that had had wrastle with a caty
mount.
THAT amt no lie,' SEE he, with {
grin that showed his teeth, pinted as ,
beavers.
"'Well, want they all right?' axes
I took a sight of pains to get your pic
tur' took we'll / was wonderin' wha
kind Of keerds he was holdin' up hi
sleeve.
"'Yas, We did, seq he, and fiips |
copy OF the paper out of his pocket
flares It out under my nose, and pint
to his portrait that looked fair enough
That's me, all right, but what is tn
inscription underneath and he rea,
with roar: '"This is the notoriou
desperate, cut-throat and train-robbei
Buck Binders. Look out for him, cit
zens of Calamity county, and hang hir
on sight
Blamed ef II want so! That oil
mushrat, Butterfoot. had went an
mixed things up, and the desperado'
picture was inscribed with the motto
of Bloaker's approaching marriage.
why, we don't mean to say yer
goin' to git mad over little thin
like that?' seq ], thinkin' a soft answe
might come in handy.
"'Oh, no. SEE he, oh, no, / rattle
like It, I do fourishin that meat-a
or whatever II was, close to my nos
What happens when ! goes gayly
meet my bride, rugged out in $12 su
with suitable trimmin's?-what ha
pens?' bellerin' like COW buffal
Your paper had got there ahead OF m
They was some hundred men folks
the depot when / got off. An evel
man had a rope, some had two. Wht
they sets eyes on me they lets on
howl like pack of wolves. OWN
your facetiousness a depitation OF q
fust citizens conducts me to the nef
est telegraph pole. Ell the coun
sheriff hadn't arrived, what know,
me, I'd be hangin' there yit. Look
that neck!'-workin' his head up al
down like a tortle-that won't 8
right tell the crack o. doom, to s.
nuthin' of my losin' the lady. WI
$3.50, Mexican, two mules, an b.
heifer. She said she want go
though life hitched 10 freak III
could look down the back Of his ne
and had to keep his back turn
when he made love-
"If you will egscuse me- sez
think / had better go downstairs a
start the press, attemptin' to rise
II changed my mind sudden abe
departin' when | see the bloodthirs
look on his face.
"You air, see, mighty fond OF Ill
train your remarks with cuts {
he.
why, yes--as progressive
itor---
"'And SO be L. with whoop II
a Digger Injun, wavin' that shin
blade round his head.
well" concluded Maj. Snapper,
he felt an old scar on his furroV
forehead, "he done IL"