Lincoln County times. (Jerome, Idaho) 1911-1919, 1912-10-31

still lingering on the horizon. the little
party slowly wendell their way back,
down the steep trail into the one long
street OF Sheridan.
At the hotel Neb was waiting. the
whites of his eyes shining with ex-
element. his patomime indicating I'M
portant news. AS soon as he could
leave Hope. Keith hurried down to
interview his dusky satellite. who ap-
peared about to burst with restrained
information. AS soon as uncorked
that individual began to flow volubly:
II sho' done seed EN-. Massa Jack;
| done seed EN- both"
Both? Both who?"
"Massa Waite, sab. an dat black
debble dat we was huntin Tor. IL
was a mos surprisin' circumstance.
saba mos %surprisin' circumstance.
We'll, go on; where did you see
them? Do you mean they were to-
/ gether?"
The negro took a long breath. evil
IDENTIFY overcome by the Importance OF
his message. and unable to conJure
up words wholly satisfactory to his
ideas.
1T sho' am de strangest ting
Massa Jack. ebber | prognosticated. |
was lest comm roun' de corner OBJ
Sheeny Joe's shebang. back dar by de
blacksmith shop. when-de Lawd
save me,-yere come oil Massa Waite,
a ridin' long on a cream colo'd pinto
lust as much alibe as ebber he was.
Vas. sab; he's whiskers was BLOWN
round, an | could eben yeah him
cussin' he boss, when he done shy at
a man what got up sudden like from
4 a cart-wheel he was settin' on. done
4 took one look at dat secon' fellar. ana
I seed it was dat black debble from
down Carson a Den | ducked inta
de blacksmith shop out 'er sight l
sho' didn't want Mister Hawley TO gu
no chance at dis niger sho' didn't
Did they speak TO one another!
Keith asked, anxiously. III you hear
what was said?" .
"Sho' dey talked. Massa Jack l
sorter reckon dey was dar for dat
special purpose. Sutt,nly, sab. dey
went right at talkin' like dey had
! som't'ing on dey minds. OF Massa
Waite was a sittin' straight up on de
boss. an dat black debble was a
standin' dar in front OBJ l Vi
- Massa Waite he was mad from de
d first Jump off. an | could heal mos'
s eberyt'ing he said, but Mr.. Hawley
o he grin de same way he do when ne
o zeal faro. an speaks kinder low. De
OF man he swear fine at him. he cal
4 him eberyt'ing-a damn liar, a damn
scoundrel-but Mr.. Hawley he jes
n -.- --,l -,r char do co mo tins"
VIII. It was that, Neb?'
" "Som'ting bout a gal, Massa .aci
is an a law sultan how de oil MAJ
n better settle up widout no hghtin
e. lest didn't git de whole OBJ it. h
talked so low like"
to What did Waite say?"
Up We'll. mostly he jest cussed. h
sho' told dat black debble bout VITA
%" he thought OBJ him. but he didn't mel
W Der call him Hawley-no, sab. nc
oy once: he done call him Bartlett. o
l." something or odder like dat But b
ge sutt'nly read dat mans pedigree froI
le- way back to de time OF de Hood.
st reck'n. An he done swore he'd mgr
be for whatebber It was. papers or no p'
pers. Den Hawley, he got plumb tire
III. oh de OIL man swearin' at him. an L
IS. grabbed a picter out OBJ he's poke
de an says. Damn you; look at da'
an What kin OBJ a fight can yo' mak
lot against dat face?' De oil man stare
at it a while. sorter chokin' up; de
he he say softer like: Its Hope; whel
.ir- did yo' ebber get dat?' and de blao
all debble he laughed. an showed de pi
ort ter back into he's pocket. Hope, hell
of he say. it's Phyllis. an I'll put HI
pie before any jury yo're mind to get-o
I've got yo' nailed. Waite, dis time.
un ITO BE CONTINUEDJ