The daily tribune., 1909-04-27
ILLUSTRATED
3 WITH CUTS
Copyright, by ]. Il. Llppineo,, Co,
By E. Q. Person.

You iellerS needn talk ABOUT trou-
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 sidled inter the
room, mighty muffied up about the
throat, an his head skewed to one
side like it 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; a
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 busted bler.
Il thought shorely that had ter
do with a manywac, or some freak
what got loose from a side show. There
upon l reaches for me gun.
'Drap that SEE he. mighty ca'am
like, an set still, at the some time
flourlshing big knife above me nose.
AhCh hc pot uo"L, anu lOohb ~
me with a most mischeevous eye. He
looks aroun's him for spell an then
he heads for me- When he come
abreast of me he regards me for awhile
an then he seq:
see now SEE he, at you're the
red-nosed pirate I'm lookin' fer, as he
drawed a cheer and drapped into it.
II waa aoma duharoopa ohnut yor idop
THY 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 ruffian fixes his
lamps on me in SIGH a way l concluded
not to move, hopin' all the time that
old Boldly Butterfoot, my pardner.
would happen in fore he got yilent.
MY name. SEE he. is Bloaker--
Silas bingham Bloaker'-sez he,
stroppin that meat-cleaver on his boot
and resardin me melevolent like.
oh, yes SEE /, you was the gent
that took SO of last weeks papers fer
me putin yer picture in on the eve
of yer marriage.
Il did recall the critter, but he didn't
look like n man who had been enj'yin'
the honeymoon-more like Teller
that had had wrastle with a caty.
mount.
That amt no lie,' sez he, with a
grin that showed his teeth, p'inted as a
beavers.
Well, want they all right?' / axes.
1 took sight of pains to get your pic
tur' took we'll l was wonderin' what
kind of keerds he was holdin' up his
sleeve.
"'Yas, ye did SEE he, and flips a
copy of the paper out of hts pocket,
fares 1t out under my nose. and p'ints
to his portrait. that looked fair enough.
That's me, all right, but what is tho
inscription underneath and he read
with a roar: This Is the notorious
desperate. cut-throat and train-robber,
zens of Calamity county. and hang him
on sight"
Blamed Of 1t want SO. That old
mushrat Butterfoot, had went and
mixed things up. and the desperado's
picture was inscribed with the notice
OF Bloakers approaching marriage.
Why. ye don't mean to say ye're
goin' to git mad over a little thing
like that? SEE |. thinkin' a soft answer
might come in handy.
"'oh. no, SEE he, oh. no, I rather
like 1t, ! do fourishin that meat.ax,
or whatever 1t was, close to my nose.
What happens when / goes gayly to
meet my bride, rugged out in a $l2 suit
with suitable trimmin's7-what hap.
pensT bellerin' like COW buffalo.
Your paper had got there ahead of me.
They was some hundred men folks at
the depot when l got of. An every
man had rope, some had two. When
they sets eyes on me they let's on a
howl like pack OF wolves. OWN to
your facetiousness a depitation Of the
fust citizens conducts me to the near.
est telegraph pole. Ef the county
sheriff hadn't arrived, what knowed
me. I'd be hangin' there yit Look at
that neck!'-workin' his head up and
down like q tortle-that won't sot
right tell the crack o. doom, TO say
nuthin' OF my losin' the lady with
$500 Mexicon. two mules. an a bull
heifer. She said she want goin'
though life hitched to n freak that
could look down the back OF his neck
and had to keep his back turned
when he made love-
II you will egscuse me- SEE, I
think had better go downstairs and
start the press attemptin' to rise.
Il changed my mind sudden about
departin' when see the bloodthirsty
look on his face.
You air. see. mighty fond OF Illus.
train your remarks with cuts see
he.
Why. yes--as n progressive cd.
tor
And so be L. with n whoop like
n Digger lnjun. wavin' that shInin'
blade round his head
We'll" concluded Mai Snapper na