The Lakeland evening telegram. (Lakeland, Fla.) 1911-1922, 1915-09-29

rat ef the pagan didn't want to th'ow
on the honor we aims to FIX on him.
We convinces him that it was a case
OF public philanthropy, and app'ints
several interested citizens to set up
the fust night and see at he smoothes
the creases out of the roads proper.
What had some infiooence in persuad-
In him ter accept the honor. mebbe,
were the fac that old man Butterfoot
sot In the doorway with his gun
pinted keerless like In the Chinks
direction.
Wal, to do the critter justice, he
gin that ere street the greatest comb
In out 1t had sence the day of crea-
ton. Their was consid able amoose-
ment when old man Butterfoot. on
guard in the second story of the Red
Light, let 60 at Hung absent-minded
like with his gun, but otherwise the
reform move started a success, and
We alls turns in feelin' that we'd give
It q constable hist ford. The only
mistake we made was in pervidin'
them old he bars on guard with
jug Of whisky, which the same they
pays more attention to than the street
cleanin' department, and so falls
asleep, leavin' that banjo-faced heath
en- to run the town.
Jim Bowsler what had been set.
tin up with a wilder to Pizen juno.
ton tracks inter town in the night
KNOWN nuthin' of the reform wave
what had struck Red Eye and thinkin'
no evil. When his broncho see the
Chink craw-fishin over the road, he
bucks and slings Jim through the
glass winder of the Bostin store, wher'
! he lands permiscu's on top of the
Dago that cleans up the place all
spraddled out. Jim never would low
there was a fight, claimin' Eyetalian
+, want in his class, but l know year
/ or so was sweep up the next day, and
! 1t was noticed at Jim wore his SOM
brey mighty low on his head ever
afterwards. Materially he didn't favor
the street cleanin none, and alter a
few more of the citizens had got dam
aged. one day they grabs Hung, ties
him up, pastes label on him, and
sings him inter the fust freight car
that happened along.
I suppose that kind of sickened
you of reforms? | asked the miner
You'd ha' thanked so, but you
never knowed Fubsby, What this
yere camp wants sawed onter it wuss
than anything else" ses he lis a DO
lice department" Now it was strange
but all them pirates that was hot fol
reform refused the job. so at last We
had to fix it on Eyetalian that was
travelin' round with tame bear. The
Dago had Just got down to stiddy
work when Nne of them catymount!
from Pizen junction come sashyin
inter town looking for ammoosemen
and shoots the post-offlce winder full
OF holes. The police sets out to hol,
him up, perceedin which astonishe
the gent on the broncho a few. Blu
he RECEIVERS, let's go with the lariat
humps his pony, and the last seen o
the police he was blowing furroy
In the prairie kickin' up dust ike
cyclone. Ye'd "a thought things woul
have languished alter that, which tn
same they done, but on'y for a shor
time. Then Fubsby gets hisself al
pinted justice Of the peace. The fine
he scoops in for carryin' conceale
weapons would ha' run a faro ban
open limit. When he see that tn
town was gettin' so mawral and dea
broke, he runs of one night wit
every critter In the corral, and W
hain't seen hair, hoof, nor hide Of tn
varmint sence.
so ye see, stranger, this yer
camp is likely to get keerless when
Teller from the yeast tracks in fror
not KNOWN what keerds he may hav
in his hold out. II We want to play
winner, I'd lose myself in the horizo
immediate, for they's some disapinte
pelicans we're that might take it int
Their heads you was Fubsby in dil
guise, and wings would be yer porto
fore We could egsplain satisfactory
Sabe?
Il 'sabed,' and, borrowing mu.
tang from the landlord, never Dire,
rein until pulled up at Grisby's stor