Barton County democrat. [volume] (Great Bend, Kan.) 1885-1915, 1888-11-22

out the gate an down the street, 8p-
pearin' very unsuspectiv' an inner
cent. but so managin' as to effec' my
disappearance round the cornder very
immedjit thereafter.
Well, long in tn ev'nin'. just as I
were a-packin' up my buds ter git out
who should come long but the very
chap hisself. all rugged up to kill, a.
swingin' of his cane an a-whisterlin' to
hisself; an ses I ter my OF frien' the
u'lly got Their gall to be a-goin' ter call
on My Young Lady this very evenin'-
An if he does, 'twixt you an me, theirs
goin' ter be some fun a-goin' on, an
you JUS bet amt agoin' ter miss it,
So tucks my kit away in safe stow
in'-place, an follerin' after, 10 an be-
hole! sure enough, my fine Mister
Blackwell marches inter Their front
door. vile I whips up inter a dark
cornder Nv the piazzer, back Nv some
vines, an right by a winder witch. it
bein' summertime, wus leetle ways
open, SOS could see an hear all the
goin' son before the fOotlights.
Well. I JUS tell yer, My Young Lady
did look fine that evenin' wen she come
inter the parler; an from Their fust
minnit he seed her, that Teller didn't
| pear ter be able fer to keep his eyes
often her. She spoke ter i'm JUS as
pleasant as yer pleese, an sot down an
| went on a-talkin' ter him as perlite an
fr'en'ly's if she'd never herd nawthin'
ag' in him; an tell yer w'ot It is,
| wus beginnin' ter feel powerful Uneasy,
an commencin' ter be mighty skeer'd
tibet my daisy little hit had been a
| ''foul an out" after all, an that that
ERE cheeky cuss were a-goin' to win
Their match spite er me an Douglas
both. But just bout then ses she,
pleasant an unsuspectin'lke: ''W'ot
time g it a-gettin' t. be, Mr.. Black
| we'll, pleese? Cause we dom wan ter
be late ter that concert, you know, an
I'll have to get my things on yet"
Then Their Teller, JUS fer a wink O.
yer eye, turns a leetle bit red, an
gives some signs Nv bein' ratified; an
then ses he, with kind er nerv'us
laff: ''Ter tell you Their truth, Miss
Hartman" SEES he, II hain't got my
watch with me this evenin'. I had ter
leeve it down ter the jewelers. fer
j some repairin' this afternoon" ses he;
an all Their vile he was a-gittin' out
| this ere lie she were a-lookin' right at
i'm, with a mighty queer expresshin
comm onto her face. Then ses ter
myself, neerly Dustin with wantin' ter
chuckle: ''By Jingley John! that
gives i'm away, dead. Cause she's
had that same watch ever since morn
in her own SELF" ses I, ''an' she knosos
he's a-lyin'!''
With that, all Nv student, she
holds out sumthin' to'ards i'm, an she
ses, ses she: els this your watch,
Mr.. Blackwell? It don't appear to be
in much need of repairin'," ses she; sit
seems to be runnin' all right at pres
emit"
| The Teller nigh about fell off'm his
cheer, an he turns as wife as chalk
mark, an he rips out: ''How'n the
deuce did you git itP" kinder student.
afore he'd time ter Think
Well, sir, she seed through i'm right
away, then; though afore that think
she'd bin sorter hopin' Their was a
mistake som'ers bout Their matter,
| u
An so, with 'er lip commencin' to
curl an 'er eyes ter fash, ses
she: ''Would you please first tell
me, sir, how yoW came to lose it, if you
weren't too much Intoxicated at the
time to know; an also, if 'twouldn't
be too much, might inquire the name
Nv the lady whom you 'scorted to the
The'ter Comique last night, wen your
watch wus stolen?"
You could "a knocked that chap
down with er broom-straw, at fust, he
wus that taken aback; an fer a minnit
he JUS sot a-starin' at her. Then, all
to onct, the red come rushin' back
inter his face; an bringin' of his fist
down onto his knee, with hash,
scornful kind er laff, ses he, a-tween
his teeth: $50 this is another o. that
Arty Morton's sneak tricks, is it?
Curse him! I'll git even with i'm yet.
But I hope you don't fer a moment
b'leeve that"
to do with it, sir,n she answers back.
interruptin' NV i'm short; an then, I
tell yer, she JUS Civ that teller one Nv
Their wu'st layin's-out I ever herd!
Ner she didn' say SO very much
neither; but he wus dead sure w'ot
she thinked NV i'm, an didn't want ner
need no more wen she were done with
i'm, you bet! AN wen, at last, he
slinked down off'm them front steps,
ses ter myself, very gleefully: Jus
say yer final tAw Revaw' fer good n
all, mister. Games up fer you, an no
new deal a comin'!'
An then, thinkses I, guess it's
erbout time fer me ter be a-movin'
too. But JUS as were goin' ter start,
| seed a COP wanderin' long t'other