The Hartford republican., 1913-07-25
DISGRACE OF TETL0W
Nv CLARENCE HoLcoM5.

bunch grass country from Moo York.
said the Judge.
"Tenderfoot?"
Say. he's that green that when he
climbs down of the box Of the stage
he looks up an down the street afore
he gets Oh. 'Fraid he's goin' to step
IN front of q trolley car.
Sure he's green, but he's good
stun. I'm runnin' bunch of control
cattle on stinkin' Water mountain
that summer, an ] gives him job
shure II looks like maxim him a pres;
ent of them wages, but he's such
decent sort q chap ! amt got the
heart 10 turn him away. hears about
him every month in Tompsons report.
He says:
81 thought when you sent him out
here you must be losin' your mind.
but / guess you knew wot you was
doin' He's q fine chap, an a hard
worker
1T 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 / gives the
boys a week in town. hangs around
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.
ut 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.
Final, when Joe arrives on the scene
che passes him up like he's white
chip, which makes him imagine Joe's
alienatin' them affections.
Harry, Jed an Barney is all down
to the saloon, an before we turns in,
Joe an l lights our pipes an strolls
down town. AS we pass the saloon
the boys is in / takes 1t into my head
to drop in an try to get them to come
to bed an Joe follows.
I'VE amt no more than entered,
when a slab-sided kid called Google
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 Google Eye amt
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 1t 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' of 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, 4 think SHALL
"'Now you're talkin' like a sport,
even II you amt got the ear marks
spouts Black Jack.
with this he motions the crowd to
get of the firin' line, pulls his gun. an
goes to the further end of the room.
Joe, he pulls bulldog S2 he's
raked up somewheres, but keeps on
standin'i in the center.of the room.
".'You picks the quarrel. and you
suggests the weapons. Now. I'm goin'
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 sharp-shootin', which
same system seems to have been re-
versed where you're brought up. Now
il you will be SO kind says Joe,
bowin' low, you will step this way
"'Wot do you mean?' stammers
Black Jack.
81 mean says Joe, cool as q mint
julip. that this affair is goin' to be
breast to breast
"'For a 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 II he does, fur even 3
tenderfoot like joe can't miss at that
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
slick-ear that's standin' there in the
middle of the room, even II his horns
amt out Of the velvet. He looks
around at the crowd, then seein' It
amt no use he shoves his gun in his
pocket. an goes over an gets his hat.
As he does this, Tompson gives hiss.
an though you can see 1t hurts he
never turns.
BLACK Jack Tetlow IL q gambler"
says the Judge. as we arose and
pushed our chairs against the wall
but he lets a tenderfoot make him
lay down q cinch."
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