Part 9 (2/2)

I told the Indians to sit down around us and I would get some coffee for them and a very small lunch. The conductors never had anything hardly, and gave the Indians nothing but abuse. I managed to get together from the conductor's mess, a small lunch, which they ate, and I invited them to go with us to our next stopping place, fifteen miles distant, and eat with us properly.

On our way to the next stopping place, however, these Indians were joined by other small bands which kept collecting. When we camped for lunch and to let our mules go out to eat, the Indians let their ponies graze, also. As provisions were scarce, we had a very slim meal, but were all good humored over it.

When the coach was ready to resume its journey, I shook hands with every one of the Indians and told them I was going to the States and wanted that they come to see us there. There were eight other pa.s.sengers, besides myself, on the coach, who laughingly said that they had crossed the plains several times and had never witnessed such a scene between white man and Indian, only when they traveled with me.

There were five conductors. Four conductors were on the road all the time and one resting all the time. In other words, while one conductor rested one week, the other four worked until the time came for him to rest and the other work. We usually rested either in Kansas City or Santa Fe.

Before leaving this chapter, I desire to tell my readers what brought Mr. Service into the limelight again. About twenty-five years after he killed the Mexican, he sold out his ranch and cattle and took the money he had on hands, which amounted to something like $43,000.00, and deposited it in the Denver National Bank of Denver, Colorado, and went to Springer, New Mexico, in the locality of where he had killed the Mexican. He went to the sheriff and asked him if he had ever heard of the man, Service, wanted in that country for the murder of the rich Mexican. The sheriff told him that he ”guessed” that the murder had occurred before his day, but that he had heard of it, and it must date some thirty years back.

Mr. Service asked the sheriff if the murderer had ever been back there to stand trial, and whether or not the reward that had been offered at the time of the murder was still good? ”No,” the sheriff said, ”I do not think the reward would be any good.” The sheriff went on to tell Mr.

Service that he had been told by persons who claimed to have knowledge of the matter, that Service had served his country well to have killed the Mexican.

”Mr. Sheriff,” said Mr. Service, ”I am the man who killed that Mexican.”

The sheriff looked him over and said, ”that can't be, you are too old a man for that.” Mr. Service had whiskers 12 inches long and perfectly gray. His features were so transformed that his old partner did not recognize him. Mr. Service told the sheriff that nevertheless, he was the man, and that the reward had been offered for.

Mr. Service told the sheriff that he wanted to ”give up” and gave him $200 and asked him to hire a good lawyer for him because he was unacquainted in the section, and I want you to take out a warrant against me. I want to be legally acquitted of crime and be a ”free man once more.”

After talking to the sheriff, he went to see his old partner, who did not recognize him. He told him that he had more of the worldly goods than the ranch was worth, but would like to have a settlement, and invoice his own belongings, as well as the property his partner had gotten together since their separation, and said they would strike a balance and have a settlement. The old partner, whose name I have forgotten, said, ”no, I won't do it,” he said, ”you took the money from the house when you left, and I had to pay Maxwell for his race horse.”

”Very true,” said Mr. Service, ”you have had use of the farm these long years, and would that compensate you for what you have paid out?” But, he added, ”the hay on the place has brought you about $2,000 a year, and I think it is best for us to have a settlement.” The partner would hear to no settlement being arrived at, saying that he should have what was there. ”Well,” said Service, ”we will pa.s.s receipts.” Each took a receipt from the other, shook hands and bade the other good-bye. Mr.

Service was a broad-minded, liberal fellow, and had fully intended to resume the partners.h.i.+p with his partner and share and share alike in his money earned while he was away from the ranch. ”By-the-bye, I will let you look over this small book,” said Mr. Service as he handed his bank book showing the balance due him at the National Bank of Denver. ”Why,”

said the partner, ”you have $43,000 in this book to your credit.” ”Yes, sir,” said Mr. Service, ”had we invoiced our goods together, half this amount would have been yours together with other moneys I have in other banks.” That talk completed the settlement and while the partner was completely crestfallen, Service shaved and became a white man and free citizen of the States.

CHAPTER XXII.

Daugherty, a Silk and Linen Drummer, Contracts to Build a Cellar.

At Fort Zara I met another old friend. Bill Daugherty was there keeping the station. Nothing would do him but I should stay over there a week or so. Daugherty was a natural born Irishman who had ”kissed the Blarney stone,” full of wit and humor. He went to the coach and took my ”grip sack” off and took it to the house, and said I had to stay. I liked that first rate, but I did hate to lose the time.

Daugherty came to Kansas in 1862, drumming for a house that sold fine linens, laces and silks, and had never done anything but sell silks, etc. He was sitting in a kind of a tavern one morning and chanced to see an advertis.e.m.e.nt in the paper that struck his ”funny side.” A gentleman living at the corner of Fifth and Shawnee Streets in Leavenworth, Kansas, had advertised for a contractor to build him a cellar, and the advertis.e.m.e.nt said that none ”but experienced contractors need apply.”

The drummer, Bill Daugherty, decided he would call upon the gentleman who wanted ”an experienced contractor.” When he arrived at the place specified in the advertis.e.m.e.nt he found it to be a large general merchandise store. Daugherty introduced himself to the proprietor of the place and told him that he was an experienced contractor. ”And,” said Daugherty, ”I see you are in a hurry for the cellar, sure and I am the laddie that can build that cellar quicker than a bat can wink its eye.

I'm from auld Ireland, and conthracting is me pusiness.” The merchant told him that he wanted the cellar built right away, and showed him the ground he wanted it built on--which adjoined his business house on the corner. Daugherty asked the merchant how much time he would allow him to build the cellar in, and the merchant told him not longer than eight or ten days. ”Well,” said Bill, ”I will do it in less time.”

”Now, sir, you furnish me the tools, shovels, picks, wheelbarrows, and running plank to the number I want, and I will go to work on your cellar, Friday, if you will give me $100.” The merchant said he could not afford to give more than $80 for the job and that he would have to take $20 in trade. ”Alright, py golly,” Bill answered, ”I will take the job that way, providing you put it in writing.” The contract was drawn up and said that the cellar was to be commenced on at 7 o'clock Sat.u.r.day morning. The merchant was to furnish all tools or pay for the tools Daugherty bought up to a certain given number. Friday night Daugherty had all his tools on the ”job” and made everything ready to commence work Sat.u.r.day morning. Bright and early Sat.u.r.day morning Bill was there and he had two wagons from the saloon on the ground also.

Thursday evening when he first made the agreement to build the cellar, he went to the saloon and told the ”Bys” to come to Fifth and Shawnee Streets Sat.u.r.day, that he was going to give a ”B,” and it was to be the best time, and the liveliest time, and the finest ”B” they ever saw. He told the boys at the saloon all about his contract with the merchant, and as they were mostly Irish, they quickly agreed to help out with the plan.

Bill Daugherty had the saloon man send down four bartenders, and he had a keg of beer placed at equal distances apart with mugs and gla.s.ses and the bartenders to draw the beer, and the fun commenced. Before seven o'clock more than fifty men were on the job. The alley behind the store building was five feet under grade and he put running plank on the ground from the front of the ground running into the alley, and put four wheel-barrows on them and a set of men shoveling. The work progressed nicely with the Irishmen working and drinking and singing. Bill Daugherty was in his glory and the old merchant was ”feel-n' blue.” Bill kept encouraging his workmen telling them that some ”great big doin's was a-comin' off along about eaten' time.” The restaurant man came with a fine dinner and furnished everything in the eating line but the coffee, and the saloon man was there with the ”drinks.”

At one o'clock they all started to work and at 4 o'clock that afternoon they had completed the cellar, and the engineer had inspected it, and pa.s.sed his judgment that it was a ”good job.” Daugherty went in the store to get ”paid off,” he was feeling pretty good.

He told the merchant that he wanted a nice vest for himself, a pair of shoes, and a s.h.i.+rt and hat. Then, he told the merchant that he wanted to see a fine paisley shawl, one that ”you would like to see your wife wear.” The merchant showed him an $8 shawl, but it did not please the fancy of old Bill Daugherty. ”Show me a shawl that you would be pleased to see your wife wear, one that you would be proud to see her wear to church, that old shawl is not genteel.” This time the merchant took down a $16 shawl and after close examination, and the a.s.surance that it was the best one he had in the house, Daugherty accepted the shawl. ”Now,”

said Daugherty, ”I want my cash.” The merchant counted out the balance of the money to him, and said he would wrap the shawl for the ”contractor.” The merchant began to wrap the shawl up for Bill and Bill told him that ”that won't do, a lady wouldn't have a fine shawl wrapped up like that, let me ahold of the strings and fine papers.” Daugherty called for tissue paper, he wrapped his purchase up neatly and then called for ribbon with which to tie it. He wanted green and red ribbons.

After encasing the article in the tissue paper bound around with ribbons, he put a piece of wrapping paper about it, and left the store, and its room full of amused spectators.

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