Audubon County journal. (Exira, Iowa) 1884-1993, 1909-07-01
ILLUSTRATED
WITH CUTS
Copyright, by j. b. Lipplncott Coz
By E. D. Person.

~ ~, Nlleu L was nOlQlu GOWN a ed
itorial sheet, Teller sidled inter the
room, mighty mutfied 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 a sinister smile with him an
long, muddy frock coat that reached
to his heels, There was ony the brim
of respec' able 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 biler
Il thought shorely that I had te,
do with manywac, or some freak
what got loose from side show. There
upon | reaches for me gun
Drap that!' sez 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 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 sez:
~ see now sez he, at you're the
red-nosed pirate I'm 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 We have on, but l see I've came
to the right shop all right
An the wry-necked ruffian fixes his
lamps on me in SIGH way | concluded
not to move hopin' all the time that
old Boldly Butterfoot, my pardner,
would happen in fore he got vilent.
My name SEE he, is Bloaker.-.
Silas bingham Bloaker'-sez he,
stroppin' that meat-cleaver on his boot
and regardin' me melevolent like.
Oh, yes, SEE l, you was the gent
that took 30 of last weeks papers fer
me putin Yer picture in on the eve
OF Yer marriage
Il did recall the critter, but he didn',
look like man who had been enj yin
the Observation-Disclosures like a Teller
that had had wrastle with a caty
mount.
That amt no lie SEE he, with a
grin that showed his teeth, pinted as
| beavers.
well, want they all right? 1 axes
i took a sight OF pains to get your pic
| tur' took Well | was wonderin' What
kind of keerds he was holdin' up his
sleeve.
Vas, We did, SEE he, and flips
| 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 a roar: This is the notoriou
desperado cut-throat and train-robbel
Buck Binders. Look out for him, citi
zens of Calamity county and hang hin
on sight
Blamed eff it want so. That ole
mushrat, Butterfoot, had went ant
iaixed things up, and the desperado
picture was inscribed with the motto,
of Bloaker's approaching marriage.
Why We don't mean to say yert
goin' to git mad over little thin:
like that seq l. thinkin a soft answe
might come in handy.
4 oh, no., seq he, oh, no, I rattle
like it, l do, fourishin that meat-as
or whatever it was, close to my nose
What happens when l goes gayly t,
meet my bride, rugged out in $l2 sui
with suitable trimmin s?-what har
pens?' bellerin' like COW buffalo
Your paper had got there ahead of me
They was some hundred men folks a
the depot when l got off An ever
man had rope, some had two Whel
they sets eyes on me they lets off
howl like pack of wolves OWN t
your Righteousness a depitation of tn
fuSt citizens conducts me to the neal
est telegraph pole. Eff the count
sheriff hadn't arrived, what knowe
me, I'd be hangin' there yit. Look a
that neck!'-workin' his head up an
down like a tortle-'that won't so
right tell the crack O. doom, to sa
nuthin of my losin' the lady wut
$3.50, Mexican, two mules, an bu
helfer. She said she want goI
though life hitched to freak tina
could look down the back of his nee
and had to keep his back turne
when he made love
IL you will egscuse me-, l seq,
think had better go downstairs an
start the press attemptin' to rise.
Il changed my mind sudden abor
aepartin when 1 see the bloodthirst
look on his face.
+" You air, see, mighty fond Of illu
train your remarks with cuts, Sc
he.
Why, yes-as a progressive e,
itor-'
And so be l., with whoop lik
Digger Injun, wavin' that shinil
blade round his head
, Well" concluded Maj. Snapper, a
, he felt an old scar on his furrowe
forehead, The done it,"
Wagner to the Musicians.