The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1914-08-20
PART /.

IS Mr.. John oakhurst, gambler,
A stepped into the main street of
III Poker Flat on the morning of
the 23d of November, 1850, he
was conscious of a change in it's moral
atmosphere since the preceding night.
Two or three men, conversing earnest
~ together, ceased as he approached
and exchanged significant glances.
which, in settlement unused to Sab
bath influences, looked ominous.
Mr.. Oakhurst's calm, handsome face
betrayed small concern in these indica-
tons. Whether he was conscious of
any predisposing cause was another
question. II reckon they're after some
body" he reflected, likely it's me-"
he returned to his pocket the handker-
chief with which he had been whip
ping away the red dust of Poker Flat
from his neat boots and quietly dis
charged his mind of any further con-
lecture.
In point of fact, Poker Flat was
latter somebody" 1t had lately suf-
fered the loss of several thousand dol
lars, two valuable horses and a promi-
nent citizen. It was experiencing
spasm of virtuous reaction, quite as
lawless and ungovernable as any of
the acts that had provoked it. A Sc
cret committee had determined to rid
the town of all improper persons. This
was done permanently in regard to
two men who were then hanging from
the boughs of sycamore in the gulch
and temporarily in the Punishment of
certain other Objectionable characters.
regret to say that some Of these were
ladies. It is but due to the sex, how
ever, to state that their improperly
was professional and it was only in
such easily established standards of
evil that Poker Flat ventured to sit in
judgment.
Mr.. Oakhurst was right in supposing
that he was included in this category.
A few Of the committee had urged
hanging him as a possible example.
and a sure method of reimbursing
themselves from his pockets of the
sums he had won for them. Its agin
justice" said Jim Wheeler, Ito let
this yer young man from Roaring
Camp-an entire stranger-carry away
our money" But a crude sentiment
of equity residing in the breasts Of
those who had been fortunate enough
to win from Mr. Oakhurst overrued
this narrower local prejudice.
Mr.. Oakhurst received his sentence
with philosophic calmness, none the
less coolly that he was aware of the
hesitation of his judges. He was too
much of a gambler not to accept fate
With him life was at best an uncer-
tain game, and he recognized the usual
percentage in favor of the dealer.
A body of armed men accompanied
the deported wickedness of Poker Flat
to the outskirts of the settlement Be-
sides Mr., Oakhurst. who was known
to be coolly desperate man and for
whose intimidation the armed escort
was intended, the expatriated party
consisted of young woman familiarly
known as The Duchess" another,
who had won the title of "Mother Ship
ton and 'Uncle Billy suspected
sluice robber and confirmed drunkard.
The cavalcade provoked no comments
from the spectators, nor was any word
uttered by the escort. Only when the
gulch which marked the uttermost
limit of Poker Flat was reached tho
leader spoke briefly and to the point
The exiles were forbidden to return at
the peril of their lives
AS the escort disappeared their pent
up feelings found vent in a few hyster-
ical tears from the Duchess. some bad
language from Mother Shipton and
Parthian volley of expletives from Un,
Gle Billy. The philosophic Oakhurst
alone remained, silent He listened
calmly to Mother Shipton's desire to
cut somebody's heart out. to the re-
peated statements of the Duchess that
she would die in the road and to the
alarming oaths that seemed to be
bumped out of Uncle Billy as he rode
forward. With the easy good humor
characteristic of his class he insisted
upon exchanging his own riding horse,
Five Spot, for the sorry mule which
the Duchess rode. But even this act
did not draw the party into any closer
sympathy. The young woman read
justed her somewhat draggled plumes
with feeble, faded coquetry. Mother
Shipton eyed the possessor of Five
, Spot with malevolence. and Uncle Bill
~ included the whole party in one
sweeping anathema
The road to Sandy Bar-a camp that,