The Lakeland evening telegram. (Lakeland, Fla.) 1911-1922, 1915-10-11

rat ef the pagan didn't want to th'ow
on the honor we aims to TX on him.
We convinces him that 1t was a case
of public philanthropy, and app'ints
seveerial interested citizens to sot 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 Chink's
direction.
Wal, to do the critter justice. he
gin that ere street the greatest comb
in out it 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 go 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 consid able hist ford. The only
mistake we made was in pervidin'
them old he bars on guard with a
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 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 sings 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 fight, claimin' Eyetalian
want in his class, but | know year
or so was swep' UP the next day, and
! II was noticed at Jim wore his SOM
brey mighty low on his head ever
! afterwards. Materially he didn't favor
few more of the citizens had got dam
aged, one day they grabs Hung, ties
him up, pastes a label on him, and
| sings him inter the fust freight car
that happened along
81 suppose that kind OF sickened
you of REFORM asked the miner.
You'd ha thunked so, but you
never knowed Fubsby, What this
we're camp wants sawed onter it wuss
than anything else" ses he, lis a po
lice department Now II was strange
but all them pirates that was hot for
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 Ane of them catymounts
from Pizen Junction come sashyin
inter town looking for ammoosement
and shoots the post-office winder full
Of holes. The police sets out to hole
him up. perceedin' which astonishes
the gent on the broncho a few. Blu
humps his pony. and the last seen O
the police he was blowing a furrov
in the prairie kickin up dust ike ;
cyclone Ye'd "a thought things would
have languished alter that, which tn,
same they done. but on'y for shor
time. Then Fubsby gets hisself ap
pinted justice of the peace. The fine
he scoops in for carryin concealed
weapons would ha' run faro banl
open limit. When he see that tn
town was gettin' so mawral and dea,
broke, he runs off one night witt
every critter in the corral and W.
hain't seen hair, hoof, nor hide of tn
varmint sence.
So We 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 horzo
immediate. for they's some disapinte
pelicans we're that might take it int
A Their heads you was Fubsby in dl
D guise. and wings would he yer porto
fore We could egsplain satisfactor,
n Sabe?'
!. II sabed, and, borrowing a mul
a tang from the landlord. never dre'
r rein until pulled up at Grisby's stor
e in Pizen Junction"