The Seattle post-intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, Wash. Terr. [Wash.]) 1888-1914, 1889-10-20

CHAIR hnrk srozz The table ard took her
urcu his sar- ~You know thar.s sonetAfn'
WRONG. now, az ron sis less trying to fool
me- haven's done nothln to hart yoEr
feeiin's. have rs
~yo--
Then What - the mastert Oh. don 9
err that way.s she soked on his shoulder
You'll make me fhink that / asnt the
right sort OF . husband. II yo1 keep on.
Mebk< / ain's, too Ira eestsn odd and
grizzly. ard sint god lookIn' nohow.
whise yea pear 10 get putfier and pust'er
erery day"
:. Bill, " she said. putting her arms around
his neck. "you mustn't talk-y0u mussn :
think that way. Yon are the best man
thai ever lived. and II you'll promise not
20 gis mad / q tel ron what ais ne
why. Law me, child. coaidn't get mad
II wanted TO.
In sissacs Of deep ussdssasson. and then.
with q Frightening eoGnteuanee, said:
Why. that ANT noshsn' 20 gis mad
about, child It's ali right, snd let me tell
you that any man after seeln' you . few
times Is bound 10 lore you, and reckin
lie would be wiliin 70 run away with you.
Why. bless my life, I'd run away with you
In mint. er-haw. hav. No, indeed.
honey. you kain's blame the feiier ioE
that
And you won't say anything to him
about it?'
Law me. child. III never mention il to
him: never in the world. so don't give
yourself no uneasiness about that.
A chilling rain WAS falling. Several men,
including Ned Royston. were sitting In
Bob Taibot's store.
"Yander CONES Eli Hempsey," said Tai
bot. looking out. Ned Royston moved I'M
easily in his chair.
Hello. men, Bin shouted - he stepped
up into the door and began TO stamp the
mud of. his feet '-sorser saft outside. Ill.
Bob; glad TO see you icokin so well III,
Ned. and hi, all hands )"
We're always glad to see you Bull Ned
spoke up. fur we know that you aiius
fetch good humor along with you Don
make no difFunce hos rainy or dry-no
difsunce whether the corn's clean or IN the
grass--you are allus the same"
Glad you think so. Ned"
We all line him in thinkin' so, said
Talbot
Much obleeged'' He stood leaning
against the counter, and moving his hand
carelessly. touched rusty cheese knife.
Bob. what do you keep such onery-
looking knife as this for?''
sharp enough to cut cheese with, l
reckon Bob answered.
Yes. but that's about all. Hand me
that whetrock over thar and let me whet
the point. Blamed II 1 haven't got TO be
n IL - INaH
| seed suthin tother week when | was
down in Knoxville that laid over anything
! ever did see before. / went TO theater.
Ever al one. Ned? 2"
NO, don't b1ieve I was
wall. now. ii you've ever been at one
you'd know it," Bill replied. industriously
whetting the point Of his knife. why, 1t
knocks q school exhisition siilier than .
scorched pup. never did see SIGH
show"
Any HOSES in iten Bob Talbot asked.
"0h. no, il all tuck place in house. I'll
tell you how it was lstili whetling the
knife. Ii was playin' regular pertender
like, but it looked mighty natral. 1t pears
that ruther old Teller had married ruther
young gal Lhe put the milestone on the
counter; powerful putty gal, too. Wall,
one time when the old Teller want about
the house, young chap that had wanted
TO marry her good while before. he come
in and got to talkin' to her. and the upshot
was that he wanted her TO run away with
him."
No" said Bob Talbot
Yes, sir" continued old Bill. wanted
her To run smack smooth away with him.
Wall. she told her husband, but he sorter
laughed. he did, and lowed that he didn I
blame the Teller much. But the fun come
after this. The old feller-stand up here,
Ned. and let me show You. Hang il.
stand up; don't pull back like q shyin'
boss. The old Teller got him knife bout
like this. and he went into a room whar
the yonng Teller was. Now, you stand
right thar. He walks in this way, and
neither one OF them says word, but stood
and looked at each other bout like We are
dom. but all Mt once the old Teller lifts up
this way and--thar. you damned scoun-
dreli"
He plunged the knife into Ned Royston's
breast-buried the blade in the feller's
bosom, and, rs he pulled il out, while
Royslon lay on the floor dead. he turned
10 his terror-stricken friends and ex-
claimed
He wanted my wife 10 run away with
him, boys! II you wanter hang ME IN tie
the rope. You dontg Then good-by and
God bless YOU"