The Columbian. [volume] (Bloomsburg, Pa.) 1866-1910, 1888-11-23

Dut ibis uncouth creature had as much
natural coquetry as any other fifteen.
year old girl.
"How much be you payin' fer tip-top
butter now 7" she asked an let You
hev this here, eff you'll give me six bits
roll fer it"
"Oh, come now" he said, "you
don't want to do me out O. all my pro-
fits like that. Seein it's you, I'll let
ye bev two bits pound fer it, an
that's moren I'd do fer ennybody else. !"
"Well," said the girl, 81 guess I'll
jest look at some shoes, an if / kin see
par like, I'll take EN- fer the but
ter"
Caddie's mother had gone with her
numerous offsprings to visit friend,
and Caddie was left alone to do her
trading. Her elderly admirer took ad-
vantage of this fact to plead his cause
with the handsome girl.
you've got purity foot, fer gal O
your size" he said as she tried on a
pair of calfskin shoes, declining all help
from him. ...
"Huh = said the lady, too engrossed
with her task to notice the compli-
ment "yas, these here shoes fits kinder
slick, but don't b'lieve they's hold
water when the snow comes"
"Oh, they'll hold water fast enough"
he answered; "but they amt half nice
enough ter sech hansum foot as
yourn. Now here's pair O kid shoes
I'm a-savin' fer my wife"
"Well,'' asked Caddle sharply,
"then why don't you give um to her I
Lord knows she needs um bad enuff."
"Now look a-here, Cad," be said
"thet's tomfoolshness, an you know
it F; Mirandy don't want fer nothin', and
she don't care about tineries, but most
girls does, an l tell you what, my
second'll have the incest duds O. any
woman in town."
Caddie had put her shoes on again
by this time, and she did not propose
to listen to him any longer. 1t would
not be wise to quarrel with the bishop,
but she had no desire ''to play second
fiddle in no kind O. music" and she
told him 80.
"Haw, haw. haw," he laughed, II
guess not. l kin jest see the way my
ole woman III hev to step around when
you air Mrs. Burns. See here, Caddiel
be added, as she turned to go, 81 want
to talk to you, an you might jest as
well listen now as emmy other time.
You know your pa went prospectin
last year, an l furnished the gubb fer
the trip. Well he found purity good
claim, an now an Eastern company's
sent an expert out here to look at it,
an like as not they'll buy it. Well,
one night your pa got purity full here in
town, and l got him to sign bill O.
sale of the mine. Now he don't know
nothin' bout the company, an he don't
know thet the paper he signed wuz a
bill O sale to you, if you'd be sensible
and marry me, like your pap wants
you to-
81 don't bliece you've got no bill O.
sale,' said the girl quietly; "show me
the paper"
Her face was dark with anger. She
looked very pretty, as she sat there in
the dingy little store, on long pack
ing box; her glorious brown hair had
been blown loose by the wind, her rag
ged sun-bonnet hung by its strings
around her neck, her blue eyes were
bright with excitement, and her brown
checks glowed. The bishop looked at
her admiringly as he returned with the
paper. She rose to her feet, and her
slight, round figure showed, even
through the clumsy pink calico, its
graceful curves. She moved round
between him and the open door of the
stove in which wood fire burned, fol-
the evenings are cold in these noun.
tain villages, and then as he read aloud
J she suddenly snatched the paper and
threw 1t into the stove. He sprane
forward with an oath, but il was toe
late, and when he turned to look fol
the girl she was gone.
) The next day Dick johnson rode up
to the saloon and gravely announced
to the loungers there that he meant tc
; shoot old Burns on sight, and that the
, said Burns had better have his CUR
, handy. Then the injured man begar
to fortify himself with whisky for tn,
\ approaching duel.
: "What's the matter with Burns =
e asked one of the crowd: 81 allu
thought that you wuz ON the best klnt
O terms with the bishop
4 "Oh, he's lived long enough, that
! all" answered old Dick San my arm
E air a-gittin rusty fer want O use"
His enemy had been warned, Dicl
e was drunk enough to be dangerous
Q and so he thought there was no reason
for waiting any longer, and, rising, h
n slipped quietly out Of the saloon, an,
8 walked over to the Scoop"
!. Arriving there, he stood near tn
+ door, watching the proprietor, unit
} the latter turned, when the hands O
s both men flew to their ready pistols
e and the shots rang out. The bisho
= fell, and Dick, who was a dead sho
8 stood calmly looking at his victim
The murdered mans wife ran in fror
a her rooms behind the store and fun
n herself down beside the body, with
9 heart-rending shrek. Then the me
p from the saloon rushed in and stoo
/ around looking silently at the bleedin
3 corpse and at t poor wife VIII
e mourned the dead man as sincerely 6
k though he had been the kindest of hui
J. bands to her.
r Her pitiful sobbing aroused the syn
pathies of the rough crowd, and the
1t began to look angrily at the victo
i One man pointed Significantly to co
K of rope lying on the counter, but IL
?, rest looked at the revolver still grasl
a ed in the fallen mans hand, and the
shook their heads.
t, Dick Johnson saw and understood
it and he qnietly backed up against IL
1t wall, drew another six. shooter an
g proceeded to make his defense. II
10 told the story of the bill of sale. 'Yo
o see, boys, he swindlod me. Now, yc
1t know, man amt a-goin' to be ohea
1t ed like that an not try to git revenl
r. fer it. l give him fair warnin', he hs
" his chance at me done it all up re,
T. lar, an there amt no call fer hal