McCook weekly tribune. (McCook, Neb.) 188?-1886, 1884-07-10

now noWiou. Line nelghD0r6 came
again, and we looked around, but could
not find the marauder. Ny wound was
so painful that had to sendlfor physi-
clan. He came and gouged out the
ball. / suspected the justice of the
peace, and I expressed my suspicion,
but several men who hurried to his
house came back and reported that the
old fellow was safe in bed.
81 had my bed moved from the Office
the next day, but q printer that had
employed, q fearless fellow, slept there
on the floor; Nothing troubled him,
which tended to deepen the mystery.
'sOne morning while ] was eating my
breakfast, the county clerk came in and
exclaimed: Mr.. Editor, allow me to
congratulate you.'
'"Thank you,' replied, and taking
his hand l shook it warmly, for I
thought he was complimenting the ap-
pearance of my paper, the Weekly
Scream, which, considering the amount
OF yelling l had done, was appropriate
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"sWhen does it come OFF, the clerk
asked.
81 don't understand you. When
does what come Off
''I attempted to walk away, but the
Judge stopped me. Hole on, sah,' he
said. Your untimely attempt at with.
drawal from this awful scene convinces
wise men that you are guilty. Don't
try to sneak away from this abused
young creeter, sab, for the hand of
law, the hand of Just Indignation an
the terrible hand of a fathers revenge
will fall upon you. Stand head, sab,
and take what comes. / want so
nightly pleased with yer looks at first,
an I don't see how this young gal
could give you her love, but, howsom-
ever, that amt the question at issue.
What we wanter know, sab, is how air
you goin' to atone for the destruction
what you have created?'
"sMy dear sir, have caused no de-
struction. I speak truly when I tell
you that never saw this girl before to-
day."
"Oh, colonel, how could you?' but
she broke down and hid her face in the
tails of her fathers browns jeans coat,
which she lifted with great emotion.
"'Thar, Puss, don't cry said her
father. Don't cry, child, fur he ain It
the arnly man in the worl'. Let me
take you home whar yer ken go in yer
own room an nus yer grief. Don't try
to make him 60 agin' his will. Thar,
now, come on"
"'Why, your marriage!"
GO MarriageP' l gasped. Marriage
to whomp'
"'To Miss Puss Simmons, daughter
of Patsy Simmons, justice of the
peace
"oh, 1 see, you are trying to joke
me-
"sNo, I'm not. Look here,' and
handing me my own paper, he pointed
out the following paragraph.
"sThe editor of this paper and Miss
Puss Simmons, the most charming
young lady in Bluff county, are engaged
to be married. It is hardly fashion
able, among Gentiles, to publish en-
gagements, but the editor does so, de-
string to impress upon the minds Of the
people of this community that he has
come here to stay
81 could not reply;I was stupefed
and sat gazing at the paper. arose
with difficulty and limped to the Office.
The printer was not there. I went back
to the 'hotel' and was soon after waited
upon by Squire Simmons and his
daughter, the homeliest woman ever
saw.
"'Mornin', sir; mornin',' said the
Squire.
ISL looked at him, unable to speak a
work.
"sPuss wanted me ter come with her
an see her intended. Hope I find yer
WE'LL ,..sts g =
,"sYes, we do so much hope that you
are WE'LL Puss said, coming up and
attempting to put her hand on my arm.
o'clock out, miss; look out. don't
understand the game you are trying to
play
"sWhy, colonel!' Puss exclaimed.
do you pretend not to understand me,
and that, too, after coming to see me
unbeknowns to pap, because you
thought he didn't like youp Oh, colo
mel! and before could get out of the
way, the devilish creature threw her
arms around me.''
"'Great goodness, miss, you don't
medu W say tuaG eRoI ueb you ue-
foreP"
"sNow don't git skeered, for pap
promised me that he wouldn't hurt you.
Pap didn't like you at first, but when I
went to him and put my head on his
shoulder so affectionate like, he gave in
at once, didn't you pap?'' e.
"'Yes, for when my natural flesh and
blood loves man, it makes no differ
ence eff we had fit each other with NOR
tai weepins, I would fling down my
spell an take up a smile. My good
people, he continued, to several par
ties who had entered, you must s'cuze
the tender picture what you are lookin'
on at present. My darter, an yer all
know what lovin' creeter she is, an
this editor, the smartest man in this
community, has plighted their faith,
an at an airly day will jine hans an
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