Mower County transcript., 1871-07-06

| WAS tame and weak compared to the irOni-
cal outDurSt that greeted the second rising
of the curtain ard the entrance Of the
boru poet of Sierra Flat. Then there
Was hush of expectancy, and the poet
stepped to the foot lights and stood with
his manuscript III his hand.
! His face was deadly pale. Either there
was some suggestion OF his fate in the
faces Of his audience, or some my ste1ious
instinct told HIM Of his danger. lie at
tempted to sp ak, but faltcred, tottered,
and staggered to the wings.
Fearful Of losing his prey, "Boston >
gave the signal ard leaped upon the
stage. But at the same moment liSh Int
figure dartcd from behind the scenes, and
dcliv. ring a kick that sent the discomtitcd
hunorist back amorg the musicians, cut d
pigeon. wing, executed doubles -shuff1e,
and then advancing to the footlights with
that illimitable look, that audacious swag
ger and utter abandon which had so thrill.
led and fascinated them a moment before,
uttered the characteristic speech: Wot
are you goin' to hit a man fur, when he's
| down, a.a-y?"
The look, the drawl, the action, the
readiness, and, above all, the downright
| courage of the little woman, had it's effect.
A roar of sympathetic applause followed
the act. "Cut and run while you can,"
she whispered, hurIiedly, over her one
shoulder, without altering the others atti
tude Of pert and saucy defiance toward the
! audience. But even as she spoke the poet
tottered and sank fanting upon the stage
Then she threw a desparing whisper be-
hind the scenes: Ring down the curtain" :"
There was slight movement in oppo-
sition in the audience, but among them
rose the hurley shoulders of Yuba Bill,
the tall, erect figure Of Henry York, OF
Sandy Bar and the colorl*ss, determined
face Of John Oakhurst. The curtain came
down.
Behind it knclt the "Californias Pet" be.
side the PROSTATE poet. Bring mc some
water; Run for doctor. stop!! Czear
cut nN Of you!'
She had unloosed the gaudy cravat and
opeu>d the shirt-collar of the insensible
figure before her. Then she burst into an
hysterical laugh.
"Manuela! !"
Her firing woman, a Mexican half: breed,
came toward her.
Help me with him to my dressing
room, quick; then stand outside and wait.
If any one questions you, tell them he
gone. DO you hear? He's gone"
uC o1u "O1l1u ulu dS oI1C WAS Uuuc. III
a few moments the audience had departed.
Before morning 50 also had the "Califor-
MIA Pct" Manuela, and-the poet of Sierra
Flat.
But, alas with them also had departed
the fair fame Of the "California Pet"
Only few, and these, it is to be feared, of
not the best moral character themselves,
still had faith in the stainless honor of
their favorite actress. ut was a mighty
foolish thing to do, but it il come out right
yet On the other hand a majority gave
her full credit and appreciation for her
undoubted pluck and gallantry, but de-
plored that she should have thrown it
away upon worthless object. To elect
for lover the despised and ridiculed va
grant Of Sierra Flat, who had not even
the maulincss to stand up in his own de-
tense, was not only evidence of inherent
moral dt pravity, but was an insult to the
community. Colonol Starbottle saw in it
only another instance of the extreme
frailty Of the sex; he had known similar
cases; and remembered distinctly,
sir, how a well. known Philadelphia heir
css, one of the finest women that
ever rode in her kerridge, that, gad, sir!
had thrown over Southern member of
Congress to consort with a "nigger."
The Colonel had also noticed a singular
look in the dogs eye which he did not en-
tirt]y fancy. He would not say anything
against the lady, sir, but he had noticed
And here haply the Colonel became so
mysterious and darkly confidential as to
be unintelligible and inaudible to the by
ISLANDERS.
A few days after the disappearance of
Mr. Chubbuck a singular report reached
Sierra Flat, and it was noticed that "Bos-
ton,' who since the failure of his elabo
rate joke had been even more depressed
in spirits than is habitual with great
ence was required in San Francisco. But
were afoat, aid nothing definite was
known.
1t was a pleasant afternoon when
the editor OF the Sierra Flat Record
looked up from his case and beheld the
figure of Mr.. Morgan McCorkle standing
in the doorway. There was distressed
look on the fsce Of that worthy gentle
man that at once enlisted the editors
sympathzing attention. lie held all open
letter in his hand, as he advanced toward
the middle Of the room.
AS a man as has alters borne fair
rcputation," began Mr.. Corkle slowly, II
should like, if so be as l could, Mister
Editor, to make correction in the col
unlns Of your valooable paper"
MIR. Editor begged him to proceed
" Yc may not disremember that about
month ago l fetched here what so be as
we'll call a young man whose name might
be as it were Authorization Chubbuck."
Mr.. Editor remembered perfectly.
THAT same party I'd knowed better
nor fowcr year, two.on 'e1n campin' out
together Not that I'd knowcd him all
the time, for he war shy and strang,
at spells and had odd ways that l took
war nal'ral 10 b. rned poet. Ye may
r. member that said he was u bOrned poet?'
The editor distinctly did.
81 picked this same party up in St. Jo.,
takin' a fancy to his face, and kinder cal
klating he'd run away from home-for I'm
a married man, Mr.. Editor, and Aev
children of my own-and thinkin' belize
he was borned poet"
"Wcll," said the editor.
And as | said before l should like now
to make correction in the columns Of
your valooablc paper"
"What correction ?" asked the editor
"1 said, eff you remember my words, as
how he was borned poet"
EYES,"
"From statesments in this yer letter it
seems as how war wrong"
"Well?'
"She war a woman "-1Numtic MonAly