White Pine news weekly mining review. [volume] (East Ely, Nev.) 1910-1920, 1918-02-17

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probably Penrod himself was not GER
tain of them hui one thing comes to
the surface as entirely definite-that
trigger wits not 81 hard 10 pull as Sam
said II was.
Bang, Wh-a-a-ack. A SCATTERING re-
port split the air of the stable, and
there was nm orlfice of remarkable d.
ameter In the alley door. With these
phenomena. three wells, expressing ex-
citement Of different kinds, were al
most simultaneous-two from within
the stable and the third from u 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 n gayly 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-
larry, those symbols of ecstasy or woe.
as the case might be, seven and eleven.
His eye Mt once perceived the orifice
on a line e~nervatingly little above the
top of his head and, although he had
not supposed himself so well known In
his neighborhood, he was aware that
he did, here and there, possess ac-
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
II swung open. revealing to his gaze
two stark-white white boys, one Of
them holding m enormous pistol and
both staring al him In stupor Of ulti-
mate horror. For, to the CLASSY eyes
of Penrod and Sam, the stratagem OF
the young eolored man, thus dropping
to earth. disclosed, with awful certain
ty. a slaughtered body.
This dreadful thing raised itself up
on its elbows and looked AT them, and
there followed a motionless moment
n tableau of brief duration. for both
boys turned and would have fed,
~shrieklng, but the body spoke:
ATS a nice business - It said re-
proachfnlly. Nice business. Tryin'
blow a mans head off =
Penrod was unable TO speak, but
Sam managed to summon the tremu-
lous semblanee of a voice.
"where-where did 1t hit your he
gasped.
"Nemmine anything bout where IL
hit me-" the young colored man return
ed. busting mis- breast and knees as he
rose. II want to know what kline o.
white boys you think you is-man
can't walk lons street 'thout you blow
in his head off !" He entered the sta.
BILE 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 gun1"
Its ours. quavered Sam. at be-
longs to u.s.
'"Then 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 70 appear symptoms of a
pleasurable appreciation. my GOO
nessi Gun like 'iss blow Il team o.
steers thew a brick house! Look ut at
gun 7. With his right hand he twirled
1t in a manner most dexterous aud sur
prising then suddenly he became Sc
we're You white boy. listen mel' he
said. EFF I went an did what / ought
to did. I'd march straight out 'iss sta
BILE, git a policeman. an tell him rest
you an take you off to Jail. Ats what
you need-blowin' mans head off
Listen me I'm goin' take ISIS gun n
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 off with her.
Ats what I'm goin' do y 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 a final word. 81 let You
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me-you listen, white boy 20 bet not
tell you pa. I ain goin' tell him. an
YOU ain goin' tell him. He want know
where gun gone, Won tell him you los
her"
He disappeared rapidly.
Sam Williams, swallowing continu-
ously. presently walked to the alley
door, and remarked In a weak voice.
"Im sick at my stummiek." He paused.
then added more decidedly I'm goin'
home. / guess I've stood about enough
around here for one day !" And be-
slowing a last glance upon his friend.
who vas 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 emerged
from the stable; and a better light
might have disclosed to a shrewd eye