The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1875-12-02
Ideal COurtship at One.Horse Gulch.


In Bret Harte's new serial story in
Scrtbner's Monthly for December, the
hero, Gabriel Conroy, gives to his little
sister the following mendacious account
OF his visit to the Widow Markle on bust
ness matrimonial
Oily had drawn small box, her favor
tie seat. between her brothers legs, and
rested the back Of her head comfortably
against his waistcoat. When Gabriel
had lighted his pipe at the solitary can
die, he gave one or two preliminary
putfs, and then, taking his pipe from his
mouth, said gently
"Olly, can't be DONE"
What can't be done, Gabe?'' queried
the artful Oily, with swift preconcep-
ton OF the answer, expanding her little
mouth into thoughtful smile.
s'Thet thing"
"What thing, Gabe?'
''This yer marryin' o. Mrs. Markle,"
said Gabriel, with an assumption of
easy, buslness-hke indifference.
"Why?" asked Oily.
'sShe wouldn't hev me-"
q" said Oily, facing swiftly
around.
Gabriel evaded his sisters eyes, and,
looking In the fire, repeated slowly, but
with great frmness.
No I; not fur-fur-fur gift!''
"She's mean strck-up, horrid old
thing! !" said Oily, fercely. I'D jest like
to-why, thar amt man az kin COM
pare with you, Gabe Like her impu-
dence!"
Gabriel waved hispipe in the air depre-
catingly, yet with such an evident air of
cheerful resignation, that Oily faced
upon him again suspiciously, and asked:
"What did she say?"
'tShe said, J." replied Gabe slowly,
other. [ think she struck into poetry,
and said:
My heart it is anothers,
And 1t never can be thine
Tibet is, think so. disremember her
special remark, Oily but you know
women alters spout poetry at sech times.
Ennyhow, that's about the way the
thing PANIED out"
"Who was it?" said Oily, suddenly.
''She didn't let on who," said Gabriel
uneasilys Sc I didn't think it the square
thing to inquire"
"Well," said Oily.
Gabriel looked down still more embar-
raised, and shifted his position. "Well,"
he repeated.
What did you say?'' said Oily.
"Then?"
"No, afore. How did you do it,
Gabe a. said Oily, comfortably fxingher
chin in her hands, and looking up in her
brothers face.
sob, the usual way - said Gabriel,
with motion of his pipe, to indicate
vague and gittering generalities of
courtship.
"But how? Gabe, tell me all about
it."
"Well," said Gabriel, looking up at
the roof, "winen is bashful ez gen
eral thing, and thar's about only one
way ez man can get at 'em, and that
ez, by being kinder keerless and bold.
Ye see, Oily, when KEN inter the house
I sorter jest chuckled Sal under the
chin-thet way, you know--and then
went and put my arm around the widder's
waist, and kissed her two or three times,
you know, jest to be sociable and familiar
like"
"And to think, Gabe, tibet after all
that she wouldn't hev ye," said Oily.
"Not at any price, " said Gabriel, pos
itively.
''The disgustin' beast!" said Oily.
"I'd jest like to ketch that Manly
hangin' round yer after that !" she con
tinued savagely, with a vicious shake of
her little fist. ''And just to think, only
to-day we give her her pick O. them
pups!'
"Hush, Oily, ye mustn't do anythin'
O. the Sort" said Gabriel hastily. "Ye
must never let on to any one anything.
It's confidence, Olly-confdence, ez
these sort O. things allus is-atween you
and me. Besides, he went on reassur-
ingly, "that's nothin'. Lord, afore
mans married, he haz to go through this
kind O. thing dozen times. It's ex-
pected. There, was a man ez I once
knowed," continued Gabriel, with shame
less mendacity, seq went through it
fifty times, and he was better man nor
me, and could shake thousand dollars
in the face of any woman. Why, bless
your eyes, Oily, some men jest likes it
it's excitement perspectin'