The Chesterfield advertiser. [volume] (Chesterfield C.H., S.C.) 1884-1978, 1922-03-16

ana sheet.iron. there was q mastsrful
interruption. Shots, yslls. shoutings
and hoo curses told us that fierce
battle Of some kind was staging itself
just outside Of our, wrecked fortress;
whereupon Daddy Hiram began paw
Ing his way to the door. yelling like
man suddenly gone dOtty.
"Thst there's old Ike Beasley-
dad-blame his old hider he chittered.
There amt nary mother man in the
Timanyonis at can cuss like that.
He's come with posse. and they're
layin' out Charley Bullerton's crowdl"
There was a fine little tableau
spreading itself out for US when We
had clambered over the wreckage and
had withdrawn the wooden bar and
flung the door wide. Daddy Hiram
had called the turn and named tho
trump. The large, despsradoish-look.
Ing man who had once intsrviswed NE
at Angels, and a little later had
paused in: his combing Of the moan
tains In search Of me to. usufp, ny
place at the Twomblys' breekfagt. IT,
BILE. this bewhisksrsd GIANT. with .
Soodish bunch Of followers--hard.
boiled to a man, they looked to be-
had surrounded q fair half OF the
wopld-be Jumpers" and were hand.
cuffing them with . celerity that was
truly admirable. And Bsaslsy, him.
self. sQuare-jawed and psrsmptory,
was showing Bullerton up against the
side Of the shaft-houss. swapping the
irons upon his wrists and eounselias
him. with choice epithsts intsrmin-
gled. to save up his troubles and tell
them to the Judge.
AS we emerged from our wrecked
fortress, other members Of the posse
were scattering to round up the out
lying bomb-throwers, who had appar-
emily taken to the tall timber In q
panic-stricken effort to escape. Down
on the bench below there were horses
and horse-holders; and among the
horses one whose boyish-looking rider
was just slipping from the saddle.
While 1 was wondering vaguely why
the Angels town marshal had let q
mere boy come along %. such q battle
errand. the boyisb figure ran up the
road and darted Ia among US to fiing
itself into Daddy Hiram's arms, CUR
Cling and half crying and begging to
be told II he WAS hurt.
didn't know at the time. how much
or how little the big marshal knew Of
tho various and muddled involvements
which were ciimaxing right there In
the early morning. sunshine on the old
Cinnabar dump head; but l do know
that he quickly turned his captures
over to some Of his deputies and had
them promptly hustled down stage
and of scene. While this was going
on l was merely waiting for my cue.
and I got II, or thought got 1t when
the boy vino wasn't : boy slipped
from Daddy's arms and faced me.
I'm not hurt, either" ventured
to say, hoping that the brain storm
had subsided sufficiently to make me
visible. welcome home. Miss Twom-
bly-or should / say Mrs. Bullert0n T.
The look she gave me was Just plain
deadly; you wouldn't think that vio-
let-blue eyes could do 1t, but they can.
Iiien sie 1Eeww rCldcd paper from
somewhere inside Of her clothes and
held 1t out to me.
There Is the deed to your mine.
Mr.. Broughton." she said nippingly.
and with fairly tragical emphasis on
the courtesy title. you wouldn't
take the trouble to 60 to Copah and
get 1t recorded, so l thought I'd better
do 1t. I hope you'll pardon me for be-
ing so forward and meddlesome."
1t was the super-cllmax Of the en-.
tire ArabianNights business. and BE-
cause my feelings would no longer b.
denied their rightful fling. l sat down
ON the shaft-house doorstep and
shouted and laughed like a fool. But
after all, 1t was Mr.. Isaac Beaslsy.
deputy sherfff aud marshal Of Angels,
who put the weathAr-vAne, % to
speak. upon the fantastic structure.
II been lookin' round Tor you q
right smart WHILE" he told me grunly.
when you get plum over your laugh
and feel that you're nsedin' 4 little
sashay over the hills f'r exercise, ydu
can come along with me and 90 t. JAI
rr seaiin' that railroad car"
(To ha ~o~ts~u>I ~>~a ..~>L>