Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1913-06-30

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ossAprER X
The Untrutt6uI PHoon6h
yesses No,yustvs.
With creditors. women, robbess, and
everything dangerous. you want to b
chuck full Of department and whole
lot tactful. Anything distractful or
'screeching disturbs ones peace of
mind, and sends ones aplomb to
Ibiazes. Just when bear trap may
happen q any moment. travelled for
all I WAS worth to put that widow be-
hind me. and compose my mind.
Maybe I'd gone mile before re-
morse gnawed Whiskers because he'd
abandoned tho widow. He paused, and
as I come surging along, he damned
me over the head with gun.
Yes, was captured. They got my
gun. too, and marched me along be-
tween them. Old man Brown was
away, bat q I'd left tho scow on the
nesr bsnk, the robbers were able to
cross, and put tho Fraser between mo
and rescue. That ought to have
cheered him upL stnce It gave them .
start Of several ho1rs toward safety,
but instead Of skiming out Of British,
Columbia, as I advised them with pow
erful strong ta1k, they'd got to stop for
breakfast on old Browns beans and
sow-belly. cussing, most plenteous be-
cause he wasn't there to cook hot
biscuits.
After breakfast they wasted an hour
dressing his paw for old Whiskers.
and wondering whether they'd waste
one of my cartridges on me, or keep
them all for my friends. On that
divulged lot of etiquette out of my
book I told these misbegotten Of
spring they'd been brung up all wrong.
or they'd have enough department to
make tracks. "Now." says I. Gin the
land Of the free and the home of the
brave you been appreciated, whereas
If you linger here till sunup you'll be
shot,
That made poor WHISPERS still moro
suspicious. wondering what sort Of
beartraps guileful Smith was project
Ing. wants to get US up on the
BENCH" says he, that means ware
traps. We'll stay right here, boys. for
daylight, when we'll be able to see our
selves. how to save them cattle"
You're dead right, Whiskees!" says
{ "Hair on you!"
But he being fretful With his wound,
orders his men to disable Browns
fiddle. and lash me up with catgut
Moreover, when was trussed, this
Bull seen At to kick me on the OF
chance, a part which amt referred to
in polite society, especially with a
boot.
Brave mani" says I. and the rest
Of them robbers was 80 ashamed they
got me gag.
Sorry" say I. pity I won't be able
to guide you to Browns cigars. He
keeps bottle. too"
Where are they?" says Bull.
Gag Brooke" said I, for Bull went
BY that name, ':and I'll divulge the
drinks"
Gag Brook" says Whiskers, cheer.
Ing up little pity ne weren't born
gagged"
So they gagged Mr.. Brooke. and
mounted him on sentry while they had
Browns bottle Of whisky and cigars.
] got some. too.
OF course there Urinary. no-account,
range wolves reckoned my friends
would wait for day before they 1T.
tempted tracking. Whereas Dale got
the lantern, found my paper trail, and
guessed at the ferry. Before we en-.
tered the cabin. I'd seen the CLINT Of
that lantern behind the rim Of the
bench, and knew our boys trusted
me to keep the robbers somehow down
1T the fer1y-house. Whiskers, since
the liquor made his wound worse.
lurched groaning around the shack. At
the first CLINT Of dawn. he.ordered Bull
to take out the gag and lie down. then
went to the door himself.
It's pity that Dale. our leader, q
sure fine ehot, has slight cast in his
near eye, which throws his lead q
little to the right. That's why, when
,Wniskers went TO the door. Daieis bui.
let only whipped of his left ear. In.
stead Of being grateful. Whiskes
skipped around holding the side Of
his face, with remarks which for a
poor man was extravagant. The shot
made Bull bolt courageous behind the
stove, to look for bandage, he said.
while Ginger and the greaser sat up
on their tails looking sort Of de-
pressed. Not ono Of the four was
happy on finding that they'd bottled
themselves in the cabin instead Of tax.
ing my advice and clearing for the
States.
prisoner" said Whiskers. dolesome,
holding his poor ear, you can talk to
your friends acrost the river?"
''Why, certainly. Captain"
what way?"
signaling"
~Cut the catgut Colonel"
So Ginger cut me free.
"ahow q white nag, General" said L