The Newark journal., 1909-02-19

Arriving at the settlement, about half a mile distant, the stern body gathered under the roof of the Red Dog and began a game of faro
 Wont old Wilkins be glad when he sets eyes on that bay of his again? The meetin Il be just like a father fndin' long lost daughter.
 But the whisky being strong and the playing high, the men soon forgot about Wilkins, the Man under the Tree and the bay horse, and not until Wilkins himself came walking into the Red Dog did the incidents of the earlier forenoon again recur to them.
 Hello, Wilkins," cried the speak CT of the late quorum. Flows Bess?'
 "Bess? Oh, she's outside, buyin' canned goods"
 'Ruyin' canned goods. is she?" ques- toned the cowman "Whin did ye learn her the thriek ?"
 Wilkins looked about and seeing a grin on every face realized the con fusion of terms "Oh, you mean the bay; not my wife?'
 "Surete
 We'll rejoined Wilkins, hitching uneasily. T mught as we'll let the cat out O the bag before it's got kittens l sold Bess this mornin' to-"
 The sentence was never finished or Its end fairly drowned in a chorus of He'll"
 Cant a man sell his own horse 9" demanded Wilkins.
 A glass of raw spirits whizzed over his head and crashed against the op- posite wall.
 Why, you lop-eared coyote, ain't ye got no more judgmint than to sell a horse widout first tellin livery man wld rope fur twinty miles aroun'! Ain't-ugh," broke of the speaker. reaching for another glass to throw at Wilkins You clam wid the lock jaw. you fish widout the light av in telligence!
 Whats the matter?" demanded Wilkins, keeping a sharp eye on the glasses.
 Why. you ol' pirate, we've hanged the man ye sol Bess to, fur a hoss thief! Quick. boys, let's cut him down and give him respietful burial fore he's had the time to be insulted!"
 There was a wild break for the door and Wilkins went down and was walked all over; but, mad as hornet. | he was not the last to reach the To- cality of the hanging.
 You're pack of fools," he shout ed to his companions And the next mothers son of you catch with shirt on, I'll hang for stealth the shirt!"
 The 1rishman almost wept. Boys. twas an error ay judgmint and not " heart Cut him down and tell him ;o."
 The face of the Man under the Tree lad swung around to the west, and, IS the little body of remorseful set lers drew near, a peaceful smile upon the hanged mans lips md suddenly his eyes opened wide md looked down at those beneath Holy saints in hivin!" cried the rishman, kneeling in his saddle. Look at him,'
 One of the eyelids of the Man under .he Tree trembled and for moment closed over the eyeball. The speeta- tors could scarcely believe their own eyes. The Man under the Tree was winking
 Gut him down." thundered Will kins
 Cut him down yoursilf," groaned the Irishman. The divil I'll touch 1t. It's a ghost"
 At these words a shudder went amongst the men and each seemed without the power of motion.
 Wilkins braced himself in his seat took steady, deliberate aim at the lariat just above the head of the hanged man, and fired The hair thong parted as clean as from a knife cut, and the Man under the Tree landed in the soft earth, upright and rigid on his feet, instead of falling prone, as decent corpse would have done It was with the greatest doubt and | trepidation that the others watched