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About Crawfordville advocate. (Crawfordville, Ga.) 189?-1??? | View Entire Issue (March 9, 1895)
GENTLEMAN JIM’S 31 ASCOT. BY WILLIAM WALLACE COOK. forward An unusual in Forty-Rod proceeding l red’s was saloon. going The faro dealers forsook their silver boxes, the croupiers left their rolette wheels and the gamblers broke off their games at the poker tables. Every man crowded around the bar and, strange to say, it was not fora drink. Old Kan nek was going to de¬ liver himself of a speech, but it was his theme, rather than the speech itself, which drew the profound attention of every one in her saloon. One of Kanuck s hands (for the pur¬ pose, marks) probably, wielded of emphasizing beer mallet. his, '1 re¬ he a other hand rested upon the curly head of a bright eyed youngster of 4 years who sat on the bar and persisted in grinning at. Oklahoma Hill, a cowboy with a record of two, right there in Dickinson, four in the Had Lands, and heaven only knows how many during the Oklahoma “rush.” “Go on, ye leetle skee'/.ieks,’ ehair ruped Hill, dodging down behind the bar and then looming up again, to the youngster's vociferous delight. “This ‘•That’ll do, Hill, said Kan nek. ain’t no (side show, This is a business raeetin’, this is. an’ we’re here for bus¬ iness purposes, and not any pcek-aboo dodge. Babe?” enough in “Reckon thar ain’t men the Territory ter keep me from fun nin’ with the kid if so be I feel like it, ’ muttered Bill, giving his pistol belt a hitch, and then I aniiing the youngster let him a plug of tobacco. “Thar! play with that, an’ go on with the fra¬ cas. ” Kunuck cleared his throat impres¬ sively. Kanuck. “Ladies and gents,” began in One-Kyed “Ladies nothin’!" broke Billings; “none here.” 1C uck with “I said ladies,” went on an dignity, “an’ I say it ag in. Any one take exceptions?” Kanuck brought No one spoke, and the hour mallei down on the bar with a force that made the youngster jump. No exceptions being taken, Kanuck proceeded: “1 all know how this kid reckon you came to Dickinson — father died on the Blue Mountain stage nothin' to tell who he was no money in his elo’s kid not able to spin his own big-hearted yarn con sekenlly, dumped onto this community of Dickinson all’ ’specially Injun Sum, the half-breed, who took him in and wus ’lowin’ to bringhim the up. That was a year ago. Now what’s condition o' things? Las’ night, Sain crossed the divide, done up by no 'count Hank Andrews an'a Cult, forty-four. lids Judge Lynch took care o’ Hank inornin' hut here's the kid Injun Sam owed the doctor in < orkerville, ’count o’ the kid, something like ho pi linkers; he owed Forty-Hod Fred a bur bill of 30 more an' odds an ends 'round town to make up an even hundred We don’t think the kid'll bring so high a price, but the highest bidder gets him, an’ if the hundred dollar mark ain’t reached each creditor of Sam’s realizes accord¬ in’. Now, then, who's 'lie first bidder? Start the ball, gents. Nice kid never heard him cry in my life. Who gets first wfiurU?” Oklahoma Hill, who wanted the youngster about as badly as be did a while elephant, counted his money and put in a bid of fh.ho. “Raise ye three an’ u half,” said One eyed ' Hillings. promptly unbuckled Oklahoma Dill his pistol belt and laid it on the hur. “Cost me forty In lleleny,” here he re¬ marked. defiantly; “if it'll go at twenty, I'll see Hillings and go him ten better." "Going at twenty," cried Kanuck, flourishing his beer mallet, “are you all done? He's dirt cheap »t, that. Why, I wouldn't play it so low down on an Injun kid os to sell it at that I'.gger.” "Fifty dollars!" made by Gentleman This bid was Jim, the gambler. looked him. “Wliut livery one do at want with the deuce you a kill of that .on litter?" asked Forty-Rod Fred. “I’m down on my luck and 1 want u mascot " “Hold on a minit!" yelled Oklahoma Bill; "I'll borrow money enough ter beat that raise!" He dashed out of the saloon. In :i few moments he came back and bid Still. "Seventy-live,” said Gentleman Jim; "I’ll have the boy if it takes a thou¬ sand." Bill, "That does me,” muttered as he buckled on bis pistol belt. "Goiu - , goin'. goin', said Kanuck, his beer mallet poised in the air; “are ye all dime? Sold to Gentleman Jim for seventy-five." foil the deal The beer mallet and was closed. “Say,” whispered Oklahoma Bill as Gentleman Jim left the saloon with the kid over his arm, “can 1 come down and plav with the leetle duffer 'casion ally?" llill time.” “Certainly, yer,” any and Bill balanced “'ltliged ter his until his plug of tobacco on nose the youngster got out of sight. As Gentleman Jim crossed the foot bridge spanning the stream that lay between Dickinson aud liis cabin in DlacUsnake Hollow, the moonlight quivered upon the upturned edges of the waves like an ever shifting net¬ work of gold; and the stars above seemed caught in the net below. The night was still save for the chir¬ ping crickets, and the harsher notes of the frogs. Those sounds seemed to awaken a loneliness leaned in the gambler's hand¬ breast. He paused, down into on the the rail, looking water. Suddenly he drew a package from his p.K’kel and dropped it into the stream. Then he turned and continued ou lus way with a firmer stride, while the words. "No more." broke from his lips in an undertone. Opening the door of the cabin in the Hollow, he found a dim light burning Oil the table, and a man smoking, sit¬ ting by the bed watching the features of “Bill?" a sleeping child, “Soft, ole man, the kid’s asleep." Oklahoma Hill got up. “Look-ee thar.” he went on. motion ing towards the bed: “talk about ver cherubses they ain't in it with that taco. I've been a seltin’ right thar, like a lump on a log. watching them sleepiug features, an' 1 swear. Jim. tw as as good as a sermon.'' Gentleman Jim caught Bill’s hand and led him to the other side of the room. “I want to talk with yon. Bill Sit down here.” “What's up. Jim" Ye're glummer'n 1 seen “ ever ye. “I've takeu that youngster to raise, haven't 1?" "We have, Jim. Ye promised me that rnore u a month ago, jest arter ye put up that seventy-five and got him. ” “Yes. yes. We’ve taken him to raise. The question is this: Were morally responsible for that lad s welfare.” “Kartin,” said Bill reflectively, as he toyed with his pipe. “At his age a child receives strong impressions impressions that he may should en¬ dure through life. gambler, Suppose or—or—” grow up to be a “Or a whisky-guzzlin’ nothing no but count murder cow puncher, with a record to back up his claims to respec¬ tability, hey? Out with it Jim. .1 don’t mind —it’s the truth.” “How would you feel to have the lad grow up so?” "I’d feel as though be ought ’long to’ve died in that Blue Mountain stage, with his looked pop.” the dim light. Bill hard at There was a silence, and Jim drew closer to Bill and laid a hand on his knee. “Bill, let’s reform.” Bill looked into his friend’s face blankly. it?” “Mean “Do f mean it?” repeated the other slowly. “Bill, 1 have, no other profes¬ sion but that of gambling. trade, 1 was that nev¬ er taught an honest and came easiest for me to learn myself. To-night 1 dropped my cards into the river. Perhaps I can turn cowboy or miner, and make a living for the lad and myself.” door, drew Bill went to the some¬ thing from his pocket and Jim heard a crash of breaking glass outside. “No more whisky in mine,” said Bill as he came back and caught Gentle¬ man Jim's hand. “This is another part¬ nership, hey?” “Yes,” replied the gambler quietly. « “Jim, are you thar?” “Yes.” “Kid asleep?” “Yes.” “Come out and let me swap a few words with you.” Gentleman Jim got up and went out of the cabin. “What is it, Bill?” asked Jim, as he Stepped out into the moonlight. breath?” “Did you notice my “Yes.” was Lite low reply. “ You’ve bees drinking, Dill.” Bill defi¬ “You bet I have,” returned antly, “and I’m going ter keep it right up till the jim-jams git me and choke off my wind, burn it, I ain’t fit ter live. I ain’t got no moral right to look the kid in the face, arter this. Hay, Jim?” “Well?” “Ye can’t teach an old dog new tricks. For the last 10 days life's been a regular hell for me—I wanted drink, and I wanted it bad. Seemed like the devil was the grippin’at my insides. When here L felt worst, if I'd come up and go to funuin' with the kid I'd for¬ got all about it, bless the them dancing blue eyes of his! But Fid’s got ter sleep he can’t stay up all night jest ter fun with me and light off the whis¬ ky habit. Two hours ago I came here and peeped and iu the by winder. the table He with was asleep in you set It either yer head yer hands. was fool with the kid or go to boozin' at Forty-Rod Fred’s, an’—an’—well, I didn't want to disturb the kid. so 1 rushed back to Dickinson and tossed off a couple of glasses of Jersey light¬ ning, and I wisli ter Gawd 1 was dead.” Gentleman Jim said nothing. Bill went on: “I ain’t no more fit to come np here funnin' with that kid than the kid is ter tool with a rattler -not a bit. Kv¬ ery time 1 look inter his pretty little eyes I leave p'izen; every time 1 tech him with these hands, he’s branded with a mark he can’t get rid of. 1 say, Jim, 1 ain’t through yet. Ain't dis¬ gusted, arc ye?” “No.” "The only bright spot in this rough life of mine has been the time 1 spent with the kid. Now, 1 ain’t got no part¬ nership in him I throw it up. I'm never going to see him again only jest once. The minit 1 teehod likker, arter swearing off that settled him! it. Good-by to the kid. God bless 1 want him to grow up right without being like ham pereil by a worthless sot me. I jest want ter see him once more as he sleeps, Jim. l'au i go in?” "Yes; Vint wait a minute. We un¬ dertook too big a contract when we started in to raise the youngster. Not that our intentions Weren’t good enough, Bill, but our morals were lack¬ ing. Suppose he should grow up to have ray old reputation Hung in his face at every turn? Once a man establishes a hml reputation nothing down.” he does af¬ terwards can liye it Bill made no reply. After u short si¬ lence Jim continued: “1 was thinking to-night, probably as you looked through the window and saw me, that the boy should be taken away.” “Wliar?" “I have a sister—as honorable and upright a woman, as the sun ever shone on. She lives in—" “Hon't tell- on yer life! Never even whisper her name, nor where she lives, 'cause if it was a thousand miles off. and 1 knew the place, the time would come when I’d crawl on mv knees all the way. jest to see the kid. You take him. Jim, aud take him to-morror. Will ye?” “Yes." “Will ye come back?” “At once." “An' go to gamblin' ag'in?" “1 suppose so." Bill fumbled in bis pocket. "Here's in forty plunkets 1 sold every pistol cent I’ve got the world. my belt to ole Kanuck. That money's for the kiit. Let your sister keep it for him." “Will you see us in the morning, when we take the Dine Mountain stage?” I Good-night, "Yes. ll be on hand. Jiui." “Good-night, Dill." A week had passed after the depart¬ ure of Gentleman Jim and bis protege, and Oklahoma Did was anxiously watching for the Blue Mountain stage to bring back his frieud, with later ti¬ dings of “ttie kid.” One morning the stage failed to pull into Dickinson, and the citizens of the town gathered in groups to discuss the unusual occurreuce. “I’ll bet a dollar ag'in a dime that that's been a hold-up." said One-eyed Hillings. the general This was afternoon. Nat opinion until, late in the Palmer, the driver of the stage, rode into Dickin¬ son supporting saddle the form of a man across the in front of him lie was curious instantly surrounded by a mob of citizens. "What's the matter. Nat?" asked OKI Kanuck. “Stage and spilled tipped over and on the Blue only Moun¬ me pas¬ I had into Hazard Gulch. Lift him down, boys. 1 reckon he’s mighty near done up.” “Why,” exclaimed the bystanders, as the luckless passenger was taken out of Palmer's arms: “It's Gentleman dim !’" Gentleman Jim was carried into For¬ ty-Rod Fred's and made as comfortable as possible. Some liquor was forced down his throat and he gradually re¬ vived. His eyes turned slowly about the room. “Where’s Oklahoma Bill?” he asked feebly; “get him quick.” elbowing At this juncture Bill crowd. came his way through the He paused beside Gentleman Jim. “I've heerd all ’bout it, ole man,” he said In a low tone: “Ye’re playing in hard luck, fan’t I go to Corkerville for a doctor?” “No good,” replied Jim, faintly; “my chips would be cashed in before you got a mile from town. It’s all right, Bill.” “'Dout the kid?” “Yes. She took him. Said she’d never tell him anything about me, or “Me.” “Yes. He’ll be happy there—wellta ken care of— sent to school when he’s old enough to go and brought upright. that I’d want to see him so bad I couldn’t stand it, like you—” “But T can’t go, ’cause I don’t know who she is nor where she lives.” “And I can't go, because—” lie shivered and looked wildly into Bill’s face as though the wonderful surprise of that mystery he was about solve had overpowered him. “Because—” he whispered again. Bill bent low, but be beard only a smothered sigh. Gentleman Jim stiffened out on his couch and lay still. He was dead.— Detroit Free Press. Sound Argument. Where do you buy ? From the stores or from the factories? 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