Democratic Sentinel, Volume 15, Number 3, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 6 February 1891 — Started the Graveyard. [ARTICLE]

Started the Graveyard.

Out in the Erie cool fields near Burlington, Col., a few years ago a lean, freckle-faced fellow, with Spanish heels on his boots, walked into the Stone and Quartz saloon, at Burlington, and leaning his long body on his bony arms on the bar, turned round to the half dozen loiterers in the place, and with a drawl drew his lantern jaw down on his (lannol shirt and said: “How long has this yer camp been a runnin’?” “Two years,” replied the bartender, without raising liis eyes. “Graveyard begun vit?" “Hot yet.” “ ‘Bout time the camp had one. S’f*e I start one?” One bony arm left the bar. It never reached it’s owner’s belt. There was a noise that sounded like a man dropping a log chain in an empty hardware store, and this noise was followed by a crash of exploding six shooters from the holsters. A curtain of white smoke rolled np against the ceiling. The man at the bar made a lurch and then fell npon the floor. Six bullets were in hia body.

A graveyard was started in Burlington next morning. The lean man started ii himself. -Burlington is now wiped out, but high up on Boar Bib Butte is one grove. It is the only one the camp left. —N. Y. Dispatch. Juoojno from the number of hairless head* that assemble In the parque te, the remorse, less hand of time has been on a wholesale scalping expedition. — Peck’s Sun. “TroHT boots cause the blood toaflow to th» bead,” says the Chicago Sun. That Is the reason there is often so mueh slack In adude’a punts. —Newman Independent.