Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1909-05-04


The invitation was an indirect one,
but all knew what 1t meant and start
ed for the house.
"Root beer" added Polly mischie-
vously. "The corks pull awful hard"
Allen glanced at her in feigned
alarm.
"what do you want to do-stampede
the bunch?"
Before she could answer the ap-
proach Of horse attracted the atten-
tion Of the group.
There's Jack now" cried Sage
brush in tones which plainly showed
his relief. mo, it amt" he added re-
fiectively. "He rode his pacin' mare.
an that's trottin' horse"
The cry Of the rider was heard
quleting his mount. Allen recognized
the voice. "It's Slim Hoover" he cried.
Polly clapped her hands and said
mischievously to Sagebrush: "Now
you'll see me maxim goOgoo eyes to
somebody besides Bud Lane. amt
a-goin' to be the only girl in Pinai
county Slim Hoover amt set up to-"
"An' SHE'D OF FROM" added Sage
brush, a little nettled by POlly's over
looking him as a subject for filtration.
"But what's Slim doin' over this
way"
"Come to Jacks weddin', Of course"
replied Polly, adding cOmplacently,
"An' probably projectin' a hitch-up OF
his own"
Slim ran around the corner OF the
house directly into the crowd, who
seized him before he could recover
from his surprise and proceeded to
haze him, to their intense delight and
the sheriff's embarrassment, for he
knew that Polly was somewhere near
enjoying his discontinue. Polly wait
ed until her victim was fully ready for
her particular form Of torture. The
reception Of the cowboys was crude
to her refined form Of making the fat
sheriff uncomfortable.
With the velvety cruelty Of a firt
she held out her hand. saying, "Hello,
Slim"
The sheriff flushed under his tan.
The red crept up the back Of his neck
to his ears. He awkwardly took of
his hat. With a bow and scrape he
greeted her, "Howdy. Miss Polly. how.
dy?" Meantime he shook her hand
until she WINGED from the heartiness
Of the grip.
"whsts the news" she asked as
she slowly Strengthened out her fn-
gers one by one.
There's been killin' over Flor
ence way" announced the sheriff, put
ting On his hat and becoming an OIL
Ger Of the law with duty to perform.
"Who is the misfortunate?" asked
Sagebrush as they gathered about
Hoover and listened intently.
Murder In Arizona was serious
matter until punishment was meted
out to the slayer or he was freed by
his fellow citizens. Far frem courts
Of Justice and surrounded by men to
whom death was often merely an In
cident In a career of crime, the set
tiers were forced to depend upon
themselves to keep peace on the bor-
der. They acted quickly. but never
hastily. Judgment followed quickly
on conviction. Their views We're
broad, and rarely were their decisions
wrong.
"'Ole Man Terrill." replied the
sheriff. Happened about 10 this
mornin'. Some man caught him alone
in the railroad station an blOwed his
head half Off"
"Do tell" was Aliens exclamation.
"Yep." continued the sheriff. HE
must have pulled gun on the fellow.
He put up some sort Of fight. as the
room Is some mussed up"
"Robbery" Queried Polly. with wide
open eyes,.
"That's what" answered Slim, turn
ing to her. "He had three thousan'
| dollars pinned In his vest, county
money for salaries. You know how he
toted his wad around with him, defy.
In man or the devil to get 1t away from