Plentywood herald. [volume] (Plentywood, Mont.) 1908-current, 1928-03-09

And this alarming statement: "a man
that don't gamble will never amount to
nothing. Everybody CANDLES with life.
l hain't no worse because l do 1t with
kerds. Fellers talk about big winnings.
I don't reckon I ever left q faro table
until I was broke"
Fuller was still working in the old
diggings on Missoula gulch. He was the
last of the ~Argonauts. I was working
with the p. j. Brophy company and sold
Fuller his merchandise. MIR. Brophy used
to say: Hes a hard old egg but l think
he's harmless-it's Just talk with him.
He has traded with me for years n pays
to the last cent"
Fuller would inquire viciously for Gal
laghan. that dirty mountain rat-that
sluice-box robber. He'd better not come
back to my gulch. I'll cut his heart out
and feed 1t to the dogs. I'll cut his
throat from ear to ear. I'll fill his body
SO full of lead they'll have to haul it
away on a stone boat. Mark my words,
I'll kill that dirty little sawed off, ham
mered down -. Mark my words
And Fuller carried ont his threat.
Fuller was an impressive looking old
man with blue eyes, a great flowing beard
and a slightly twisted nose. which gave
him a sinister n evil expression. l was
young n impressionable. I was the
only one who believed that Miles would
finally kill Pony.
Finally father bought out Pony's in
terest in their Lowlands claim. He had
saved his money and Pony had squan-
dered his. But Pony was the gold find
er. The claim worked out; 1t paid no
profit next year and was abandoned.
Pony hourished his check about town,
got drunk and had a whale of a time for
about a month, won hundreds of dollars
1 nyTpra1 pi0hfr IN r11Nnnccgar aud G,so1lu
quit broke with h same old suit of
clothes.
"Oh, we'll" he consoled himself, as I
bought him a bracer one day. that's all
money is good for-to me. Anyway l got
my pension to fall back on
He moved back to his old cabin in
Missoula gulch n Fuller renewed his
threats.
tits a big gulch," Miles told me, "but
it amt big enough fer both of us. Pony's
J got to move or I'll send him over the di-
vide.'
His Sugar Poisoned
I was working on the Evening News
when Pony came in one day with a paper
sack OF granulated sugar in his hand
Some had broken into his cabin and
poisoned the sugar. DR.. t. j. Sullivan
city physician, analysed it and 1t was
about one-third strychnine. Pony said
1t was Miles work and / have no doubt
1t was. When I asked Miles about it, he
winked and laughed and said:
IF at first you don't succeed,
Try, try again;
Time will bring you your reward,
Try, try again"
You're a friend of Pony's. Tell him
to get outen the gulch. I guess your ole
man found u what a rat he was"
l found Pony at his cabin polishing his
gold scales. He was singing a song, one
l had so often heard him sing-I guess
the only one heknew-one of the sagas
of the frontier:
I'm the days when 1 was hard UP,
For wan of food and fire
/ used to tie my shoes UP
With little bits OF Wire.
The times were hard and t%roubleous
Oft hungry I did feel,
And 1T was a great temptat-i-o-n
That l didn't turn to s-t-e-a-l."
"IT get a humble bee on the end Of
stick and chase Fuller into the mex
county II ne don't behave" was Pony
only comment. Yet / knew that at hear
he feared Fuller.
One morning they found Pony will
his throat cut from car to ear and nj
body full Of bullets. near the School o
Mines. Miles had done the Job prett.
much ~ he had threatened. The tria
and conviction OF Fuller followed. II,
maintained his innocence but his blood