Wichita eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1886-1890, 1888-07-05

SUGAR SW0IQp, o6yS - onhA&iS0 0WHye
bgosh. I'm their love in the clearin's. an
were fndin' peace in the wildarnest. says
], an now wat do I strike? A painter
says [ A female painter sees me. an
arter seein' me- says l. goes an falls
heels over head and dead in love with mel
Gosht1-mightyP says; 'Haint none o
the sex proof agin neY
When the truth dropped on me were
braidin' snare to ketch some big trout l
had seen in brook nigh the cave Havin'
no string l had chopped with my jack
knife lock O. hair often my head to braid
an twist inter piece long an strong
enough to make the snare. The loose
lock had put in fat tin tbacker box
th't giner7y carried by q buckskin string
round my neck. SOS l couldn't lose it.
tbscker bein' sca'ce an high. The dis
kivery o the painters hankerin' fer me-
knocked all hankerin' fer trout outen me,
an limped away to think it over. leavin'
the box whar it laid
"'Tmorrow night says I. lame ez I
be, I'll give the painter the slipi'
THAT night she showed by her nosin' at
me. an her giner1 bearin', that she'd like
to see me in her cave. l Lit big pine
knot, carried it inside. and stood it IN one
corner. The torch was trife fickerin'.
but it made the cave light all over. / sot
down on q rock Bimeby the painter
went over to the pine knot an scratched
an paved at the light till she put it all
out but a little flicker at the top Then
she kinder edged to'ards me, bashful and
shy. but pooty soon plunked herself
squar' in my lap an laid her head On my
shoulder
Gosh t1mightyr says I, if she hain't
gone an turned down the light an wants
to set up an spark jest Like real galr
81 sprung right up an went out. not
carin' durn w'ether hurt her feelin's or
not Mex mornin', my leg bein' better. I
felt cheered up. an so ! says I'd hev that
mess O. trout fore run away I'm the
love sick painter anyhow. but | couldn't
ind my t'backer box an hair. The paint
'er d gone on her regular mornin's mark
stin', an were 'spectin' her back ev'ry
minute. Vile l were lookin' fer my
3 DAChST UOA i SCc ucI d SSI1i4 OO"n t4O
ridge. She were carryin' sumpin' in her
mouth th't looked queer. were wonder
In wit wat it could be. wen she bounced
inter the openin an laid her marketin' on
the ground. give one look at it an kim
nigh jumpin' plumb outen my skin, fer
thar laid little Dominic Ripper. havin'
been lugged in by the paint'r FIN some
whar by the seat of his buckskin breeches!
I topped the Dominic over an soon
fetched him to. helped him up on his
feet, an he looked round with his eyes
hangin' out like the big eend of a banty
hens egg The painter kim up to me-
an put her paws on my chist, an she
never looked so durn lovin' at me afore-
Vile she were lookin' tn kim report
like a small clap O thunder, an my
painter fell dead at my feet. The little
Dominic stood on t'otber side O. her with
q pistol nigh foot long. an he had sent
all th't it held clean through the painter 5
brain looked down at her ez she lay
thar dead, an sumpin shiny on her breast
ketched my eye. stopped down Lay
in plumb over her heart, an fasten d
round her neck by the buckskin string.
were my tin s'backer box, with tn lock o
hair in it!
Squire, that were tetchin' sight, an
b'gosh, had to blubberl
Il tol' the Dominic tho story O the
painters love. an he toll me how he d
been waylaid by her an yanked in afore
he could say boo.
But wat in under the blue cannerpy
did she want to fetch you in for? says.
Did she think had a tooth fer Dominie
an buckskin breechesr
NO said the little Dominic. Can't
ye see? says he. Shed sot her heart on
havin' you,' says he. an fetched me in tc
do the marryin', ez sure ez my name is
Dominic RipperP
But the squire wss moving toward tn.
door, and he went out without word
leaving the old settler to muse alone or
the queer things nature used to do in the
olden time-Ed Mott in Chicago Herald