Yerington times. [volume] (Yerington, Nev.) 1907-1932, 1918-03-09

tain Of them; but one thing comes to
the surface as entirely definite-that
trigger was not so hard to pull as Sam
said 1t was.
| Bang! Wh-a-a-ack. A SCATTERING re-
port split the air of the stable, and
there was an Orifice of remarkable di-
ameter in the alley door. With these
phenomena, three yells, expressing ex-
element of different kinds, were al
most simultaneous-two from within
the stable and the third from a point
| in the alley about eleven inches lower
| than the Orifice just constructed in
| the planking of the door. This third
point, roughly speaking, was the open
mouth of a gayy dressed young color
ed man whose attention, as he strolled,
| had been thus violently distracted from
some mental computations he was
making in numbers. including, particu-
| larly, those symbols of ecstasy or woe,
as the case might be, seven and eleven.
His eye at once perceived the orifice
on line enervatfngly little above the
top of his head; and, although he had
not supposed himself so well known in
this neighborhood, he was aware that
he did, here and there, possess &C.
quaintances of whom some such I'M
complimentary action might be expect
ed as natural and characteristic. His
immediate procedure was to PROSTATE
himself fiat upon the ground, against
the stable doors.
In so doing, his shoulders came
brusquely in contact with one of them,
which happened to be unfastened, and
1t swung open, revealing to his gaze
two stark-white white boys. one OF
them holding an enormous pistol and
both staring at him in stupor of ulti-
mate horror. For. to the CLASSY eyes
Of Penrod and Sam, the. stratagem OF
the young colored man, thus dropping
to earth, disclosed, with awful certain
ty, slaughtered body.
This dreadful thing raised itself up
on it's elbows and looked at them and
there followed a motionless moment
tableau of brief duration, for both
boys turned and would have fled.
shrieSing, but the body spoke:
cats nice business ~ it said re-
proaehfully. mice business Tryin'
blow mans head OFF,
Penrod was unable to speak, but
Sam managed to summon, the tremu-
lous semblance Of a voice.
"Where-where did it hit your he
gasped.
"Nemmine anything bout where 1t
hit me-" the young colored man return
ed. busting mis- breast ana knees as he
rose. II want to know what kline o.
white boys you think you fs-man
can't walk long street 'thout You blow
in his head off," He entered the sta
bic and, with an Indignation surely
justified, took the pistol from the limp.
cold hand of Penrod. "Whose gun you
playin' with? Where you git at gum"
ITS ours" quavered Sam. ut be-
longs to u.s."
~rhen you pa ought to be rested"
said the young colored man. "Lettin'
boys play with gum" He examined
the revolver with an interest in which
there began to appear symptoms of u
pleasurable appreciation. My GOO
ness! Gun like ISIS blow a team o.
steers thew n brick house Look at at
gun" With his right hand he twirled
Ii in manner most dexterous and sur
prising;s then suddenly he became Sc
we're. you white boy. listen mel" he
said. "Ef went an did what l ought
TO did. I'd march straight our ISIS sta
BILE, git policeman, an tell him rest
you an take you Off to Jail. ATS what
you need-blowin' mans head Off
Listen me: I'm goln' take iss gun an
th'ow her away where you can't do no
mo- harm with her. I'm goin' take her
way off in the woods an th'ow her
away where can't nobody fine her an
go BLOWN mans head Oft with her.
Ats what I'm goin' do" And placing
the revolver inside his coat as incon-
spicuously as possible, he proceeded To
the open door and into the alley, where
he turned for final word. Il let you
off 'iss one time" he said, but listen
me-you listen, white boy: 20 bet not
tell you pa. / ain goin' tell him, an
you ain goin' tell him. He want know
where gun gone, you tell him you los
her"
He disappeared rapidly.
Sam Williams, swallowing continn-
ously, presently walked to the alley
door, and remarked in weak voice.
I'm sick at my stummick." He paused.
then added more decidedly: "Fm goin'
home. guess I've stood about enough
around here for one day." And be-
slowing last glance upon his friend.
who was now sitting dumbly upon the
floor In the exact spot where he had
stood to fire the dreadful shot. Sam
moved slowly away.
The early shades of autumn evening
were falling when Penrod emergedi
from the stable; and better light
might have disclosed to shrewd eye
some indications that here was boy