Evening times-Republican., 1913-09-03
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ws'l aotAins; saly- taats : brace
game
"a bracsr says ].
"Bure. Its pAony box:
T" TUm.mr Gays I. 4 might = knowsd
Il from the way that tin horn parted
with this supper money. No square
sport win begretch grub stake to bid
victims I begin to fear that my ays.
tenn amt had its nil Of sxcitations ~
yet-none whatever. am going to
squander TINT money over again, and
I promise to enjoy 1t moss the next
time
"'What do you meaof
Um-my says l.
while I am looking about the store
I spies some pea soup sticks. Ever
seen 'eml They are split peas ground
up like .sawdust and wrapped in
creased paper. about eight inches long
by an inch in diameter. They look jest
like cartridges Of giant powder-sams
size. some color and everything.
They're mighty handy to pack on Q
trip. All you do u break Of piece
and boil It up. I've OF cords and oceans
Of 1t. have 20 cents left, and buy
one soup cartridge; also about four
inches Of fuse.
"'What time does No. 10. the east
bound accommodation. pull out5' IN.
Quires Of the man a. leaves.
Ten o'clock says he.
"Um-mr says 1. At 0A5 STAN.
pedes into the gambling joint, which
IL filed like q spade flush. Ny hair
- mussed up. my collar open, and my
eyes sort OF riled and locoed.s stand
around for few minutes acting
queer. twitching my muscles and lick
ing my lips. nervous, till 1 see that the
whole room has spotted my dishybilly.
Then I edges over to the galaxy ut the
faro table. where my dyspsptic crook
Is taking good money away from some
punchers.
"Gimme q light says to one Of
'em, and when have It / continues 10
the dealer:
"'Do you still hunger for excite
mentr
"I smacks my lips over It, says he.
And his eye u on me. cold - rat
tier, while be slips his hand into the
gun drawer.
"'Well. here 1t isr I yells. yankins
out the roll Of pea soup. with the fuse
hanging to It. touches It OF with
the blazing match, and It begins to
sixsle.
:.We'ii :. ali 30 up Ia = bunch:
screams in the tones Of Q busted tug
whistle. giving q laugh ike the raw.
ings Of John Mccullough, that heard
In q phouygraph once. However. the
dramatic polish Of them merriments
goes unheoded, because the crowd ID
moved BY one uncommon impulse, and
the sound Of their hoofs IL like the
roar Of thunder. Noise busted out of
them cowmen like they'd blowed OF q
cylinder head. They didn't holler. but
horrid discord Just ptzensd the air.
"In q gun fight man can hide back
Of the bar or crawl under the stove or
into the neck Of beer bottle II he's
scared enough. but sech protective
stratagems is wholly vain agin dyna-
mite. 1t appeared like everybody got
q fair. honest start. because they all
run dead heat to the door, whore
they met and wedged. then clawed
their way out into the night ana far
away. As for the dealer. cold draft
famed my artihciAlly fevered brow
from the. window through which hs
had departed. He ran plum out Of
town, wearing the window sash for a
necktie. Not q soul was left to tell
the tale.
II scooped OF the bank roll and step
ped to the back door. There was con-
siderable currency lying on the crap
table, and silver glittered on the wheel.
but passed them BY. It was not for
me. i had busted the bank and was
content. For al I knew the other
games was on the square, and mine
was only a mission Of vengeance.
Five minutes later climbed into &
side door Pullman on No. 10 just as
she pulled out from the water tank.
Long about daylight brakey collect
ed 81 from me. You SEE. It's Z custom
out there for to charge the blanket
sti0s q regular tariff.
whats blanket stiff: Why. he's
q half hobo that travels With his bed
ding and is 'ristocratic in his predilec-
tons for box cars instead Of riding a
brake beam. Likewise he cavils at
the blind baggage. Well, I'm jest get
ting fixed to count my money when
we pull into siding In the foothills
and stop. hear voice outside.