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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.—
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