The Washington herald., 1915-10-31

Inc sucllH ndQ an IDEA he walk
ed up and put hand upon the shoul-
der of Mr.. Seraggs.
"Zeke," said he, do you want to
go chasin' feller?"
Mr.. Scraggs turned his sorrow
laden eyes upon him, removed his
corncob pipe and spoke.
How fast kin he rum" said Mr..
Scraggs.
ooh. this amt no foot race" said
the deceived sheriff This Teller has
skipped out by train"
He then retailed the history of the
check and William Jones.
"How fur dyer suppose l got to go
ramblin' after this cuss?" said
Scraggs.
The sheriff suddenly ragged again.
81 dunno, and don't give damnl"
he said. This is the most cussed
piece of tomfoolery ever was sprung
at the county's expense.
Poor old Bill wasn't goin' for to
rob nobody. Hazelton owed him the
money. all right It's just because
of that durn grill"
Mr.. Scraggs put his hand to his
head, and sighed heavily.
"Ah" said he, its love-'tis love
that makes the world go round !!
And" he added, "the world goin'
round like that is what makes you
dizzy at times"
"Well, never mind that" said the
sheriff with some Impotence. "Will
you hustle after Billy, I want some
body that'll use him kind and right
when they get him, but that sure will
get him. Nobody is goin' to make a
bobtail monkey of the shcriffs Office
while / am in the Office. If they
swear out a warrant against a cock
eyed grasshopper III come back with
that grasshopper. At the same time.
there amt a single reason why old
Bill Jones should be used harsh"
Mr.. Scraggs looked at him sadly
again. -.
do have to wear a billed shirtT'
he said.
No" exploded the sheriff. you
don't have to wear any shirt unless
you want to"
Mr.. Scraggs knocked the ashes
from his pipe.
1 have done most everything"
said Mr.. Scraggs. al have punched
cows, and whacked bulls, and skinned
mules. I have steamboated, / have
placer-nlined and quartz-mined. !
have dealt faro and stud poker, and
l have spun the little wheel. ! have
fought Injuns, and they have fought
me. I have fought white men, and
the same is true in that case. / have
been a carpenter, and I have been a
blacksmith, and I have been as hon
est as ! could, most of the time, but
up to date, ] have never been a de-
tective. l." said Mr.. Scraggs, draw
ing himself up to his full height,
which was at least three inches over
six feet, T." said Mr.. Scraggs, will
60 YOU once II / lose"
There was the light of great am.
bition in his eye. To the surprise OF
everybody, he took the matter in
dead seriousness. He also took the
noon train for the East, after short
with some of Billy's
old pals.
What happened after I shall give
in Mr.. Scraggs' own words. He told
me this as we sat on the wagon bridge
over the river, long before midnight.
The occasion of the telling was a
little argument we had about the
Of things-how you start
out to do one thing and i ends by
being something totally different.
Here is what happened, according
to Mr.. Scraggs:
l pulled right out for St. Paul,
havin' got the tip Bill was goin !
there. I got trail of him almost at
once, but the boys had warned him
not to stay, so he pulled East A
bartender tipped re off that Bill had
probably gone to Boston. You see,
thew was havin' the G. A. R. reunion,
and Bill was the kinder Teller that
couldn't miss a parade. Anything
like a brass band, and Bill was sure
10 be on the corner with his mouth
and ewes wide open. So I gets me
ticket from St. Paul to
Boston. for SIS. "And now" ! says,
here's where l travel in the chu-ehu
ears some more" and I just had
pleasant time of it. sittin' in fine, cost
" parlor cars, and the like of that,
and smokin' good see-gars all the
yay TO Boston town. When / got to
Boston l had a turble time finding
nv way around the city, but at last
meets up with a little dried-up old
shrimp with two bow legs and a
white hat on his head.
| knows by the way he stumps
.long that that Teller had rid a horse,
md so | hollers at him, Hello, old
,u-husky. where you drivin' att" He
urned around and his little face was
III lit up with smiles when he seen
ne.
Il don't know where you be from.
gardiner" he says, "but 1 just am
lad to see you"
Then we has a talk and I discov.
RS he's the proprietor Of a Wild
Vest show. 1t is him, and two 9th
r fellers, and a niger, and four old {
ow ponies, and tent. His business
int very good and he gets kinder
nournful talkin' about it. =. !,
1--WE had a Teller who could ride
ONE" says he, "but he beats 1t last ,
light. l think he must ave done ,
omething wrong sometime because ,
e was so scarf of them policemen.
"Was his name Bill JonesF l f..
sked.
The little old Teller, he bites bit |
# his tobacco plug.
81 don't know just whether his /
anne was Bill Jones or not" he {
aid, at might be. and then it t
lightn't."
sBiII amt a bad sort at ALL" I I
avs. O.. |,
mo" says he, chewin' away on his '
obacco.
How do you know that" / asks /