The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1873-10-03
A CALIFORNIA ETCHING.
BY ARTHUR M'EwES.

BY ARTHUR NJ fNtN.
The District Attorney Of Murderer's
Bar stood up 10 his knees in the luba-
But "a his rubber boots came n high a.
his hips there was no fear Of his getting
wet. rs he made the muddy river muddier
by his unccasing labor al the rocker.
Distance lent beauty and picturesque
ness 10 the District Attorney. \ near
view disclosed several details that wercnot
creditable TO the guardian of the honor of
Mur,lerer's Bar. His red shirt. that. "A
hundred feet of would have sci an artist
sketching incdsltinently. NJ ten would have
made "A laundryman groan. AT photograph
distance his mother would have wcpt. for
although the District Attorney had only
been away from Nale two years. and in
'alifornia one. his nose had acquired "A
color that. like the hue Of a choice meer-
schaum. could only have been gained by
steady effort. If the par>on of his native
town could have been concealed on the
bank of the luba, he would have changed
his opinion OF the District Attorneys piety.
for although the young man was Of excel
lent family. he took a clay pipe from be
tween his teeth and swore ably Al the poor
results of am hours hard washing lying
at the bottom of the rocker. Then he
looked up AZ the sun and transferred his
profanity Ia that body. ~ he o of his
slouched hat and wiped his forehead with
his sleeve. A. the District Attorney thus
stood scratching his matted head. a brave
" arrayed figure. bestriding a gayly capar-
isoned mule. trotted down the bank and
cried out
II say, sur. are We the boss ahyer ov the
bar =
Il am" said the District Attorney. put
ting on his hat.
Are We on the marry = the stranger
asked pleasantly. a he got of the mule
and took a seat ON the rock by the waters
edge.
"Ehg'
:" l. marrying in yer line:-
81 don't catch your meaning said the
District Attorney. anxiouSly.
=" mean have We liver done any marry
in yerself. explained the stranger. leisure
ly cutting "A pipeful from a plug Of tobacco.
:" Well. no. said the District Attorney.
"Whyy'
=. Bekase Id like to splice myself an
Mary Brady over at the Flat the night
Mary. We know. daughter Of Ould Brady.
what keeps the deadfall. Kin We do ityr
"Oh. certainly said the District Attor-
ney. without hesitation.
Well. come on thin-ihere's n horse
fur We at the cabin beyant."
Brown. who j. a distinguished lawyer
now. with no bad habits. had his doubts
about il. lie had never heard OF a district
attorney marrying people before. But he
rcmorsefully reflected that his studies i'm
his profession had not been profound.
ANY way. it was reasonable 10 suppose
that law. like morals and religion. might
relax in the California atmosphere on this
occasion. Aud "a Brown has said: Il
made up my mind TO risk il and go with
Mr.. Finnegan over 10 the Flat. Besides.
/ have always prided myself on good
memory. 80 | hadn't any doubt. after my
pious bringing up. that could remember
the marriage service perfectly"
The wedding was 10 be celebrated at
the Cosmopolitan saloon-Nr. Finnegan
had been irrevercnt In calling II "A deadfall
and the District Attorney found a large
and tipsy company making a tremendous
noise. and pleiging the expeciant bride
in raw rum. pending the arrival Of the
bridegroom and himself. The company
was larger than select. The whole male
population had come ont a a matter Of
curse. despising the Formally Of waiting
for invitations. There Were only three
ladies-the bride and her mother and Mrs.
Gen. ~Hardinge-the wife OF Gen. Hard
inge. who was stopping for a few days at
the Flat with a view to Investment. Mr..
Brady having got money and lands. by
means Of the Cosmopolitan. took an inter
est In the General. and his beautifully
dressed lady got an invitation. There
were several other ladies living nj the Flat,
but | regret 10 say they were not such a
could be invited To a wedding.
II was a very lively assemblage. Old
Brady himself could hardly keep his feet.
and refused 10 charge for his runi-some-
thing hat u handed down In the Flat TO
this day-for when Brady was sober. or
even ordinarily drunk. he was a great skin
flint. The boys were sitting round the Ia
bles playing cards or standing at the bar
IN knots. Everybody was speaking at
once. and everybody was anxions TO drink
his glass with everybody else in honor
of the bride. The healthy young
lass sat between her mother and the Gene
rails lady. who were perfect batteries oi
sorrowing sympathy. Poor Miss Brady
was red a. piece OF cinnabar. with the
excitement and the attention. and an oc-
casional bashful sip of waiered rum. a
dozen tumhlers Of which beverage Were
constantly extended by gallant hands.
Gen. Hardinge. the only man present who
worea white shirt. and his was very large
and white indeed. kept near the biu,hing
Miss Brady, and reused the envy Of every
fiafiercr by his suave manners and hand
some person.
"Gintilmin. come to oriher - cried Mr..
Brady. thickly. and knocking a glass on
the counter In a stumbling way the LL-
yer's Gomez