The Prescott daily news., 1913-08-14
DISGRACE OF TETLOW
By CLARENCE HOLCOMB.

bunch grass country from Moo York said the judge.
 "Tenderfoot?"
 Say. he's that green that when he climbs down off the box of the stage | he looks up an down the street afore he gets off 'Fraid he's goin' to step in front of trolley car
 Sure he's green. but he's good | stuff. I'm runnin' bunch of control cattle on Stinkin' Water mountain that summer. an I gives him job. Shure it looks like maxim him pres: ent of them wages, but he's such a decent sort a chap I ain't got the heart to turn him away. hears about him every month in Tompson's report. 1 He says:
 "T thought when you sent him out here you must be losin' your mind, but I guess you knew wot you was doin' He's fine chap, an a hard worker
 Tt ain't long after this till the first snow falls on the mountain. an the cattle has to be got in on the home ranch.
 Its hard work this, fur strange camps don't appeal to the cow-brute none, so after it's all over I gives the boys week in town. l hangs around 1 the boardin' house principle, an Joe keeps me company. The ,house was run at that time by a little widow by the name of Cummin's. Tt seems a fellow named Black Jack Tetlow was playin all suits both ways from the middle tryin' to win the widow but she don't enthuse. 1 Final, when Joe arrives on the scene she passes him up like he's white chip, which makes him imagine Joe's alienatn' them affections.
 Harry, Jed an Barney Is all down | to the saloon, an before we turns in, Joe an I lights our pipes an strolls down town. AS we pass the saloon the boys Is in takes it into my head to drop in an try to get them to come to bed an Joe follows.
 We ain't no more than entered when a slab-sided kid called Goggls Eye George. sticks his foot between Joe's legs an trips him up. This Cog. gle Eye Georges eyes stick out like a shrimps, but when Joe gets up. he shure puts one of them back normal Just one lick, an Goggle Eye ain't got no more fight in him than a sheep, but he don't need to do his own fight in, fur right hyer Black Jack takes his hand an plays it fur him.
 "Gettin' up from the table, where he's been dealin' stud poker he walks up to Joe.
 "Wot do you mean?' he snarled, a hitting of my particular friend?
 Joe didn't say anything, just stood his ground.
 Well. I'll make you talk!" shouts Black Jack, haulin' off an knockin' Joe over a couple of chairs.
 Joe picks himself up, brushes his clothes, an faces Black Jack.
 You're not goin' to shoot me?" asks Black Jack. like he's alarmed
 "Yes,' says Joe I think I shall
 "'Now you're talkin' like a sport. even if you ain't got the ear marks, spouts Black Jack
 | With this he motions the crowd to get off the firin' line, pulls his gun, an goes to the further end of the room.
 Joe. he pulls a bulldog 92 he's raked up somewheres, but keeps ou standin' in the center of the room
 You picks the quarrel, and you | tc tho syra 0;,,' to name the distance.' says Joe
 "'Wot's the matter with this?' asks Black Jack.
 'Nothin',' says Joe, only the school I attends when I'm a kid teaches mar ners instead of shsrp-shootin which versed where you're brought up. Now if you will be so kind says Joe, bowin' low, you will step this way
 "Wot do you mean?' stammers l Black Jack
 l T mean says Joe, cool as a mint tulip that this affair Is goin' to be breast to breast
 For moment Black Jack looks at him in surprise, then swallows several times an hangs his head
 ''If he don't except he knows it's his finish in the COW country, an likewise it's the same if he does, fur even a tenderfoot like Joe can't miss at tha. range. Black Jack is bad man. with more than one notch In his gun. but he don't dare run his brand on the little 1 slick-ear that's standin there in the middle of the room, even if his horns ain't out of the velvet. He looks around at the crowd, then seein' 1t