The Washington critic., 1889-01-08

red fire, an one old stiff, with his throat
cut, come in regular to banquets. Like
some of this Gulch, the old man, Mac,
beth, could see things when there want
none an this Banker was one of 'em. Then
there was three of the toughest old
witches, brewin' pisen in soap kettle
an prophesyin'."
"This camp has about ernuff of
hoodoos'n old wimmen, too" mutters
Doc. "Ef they was young an good
looking, ] wouldn't kick; but them old
dirges Is played out"
This is new thing" saws Cheyenne,
sorter awxurd, fur he amt no eddicationt
an though he's all of thirty, he can
much moren read an write-brought UP
in Idaho. 81 met Teller in Leadvillo
that, that Cheyenne sorter hesitated,
| lyin' want never handy to him) that
knowed the feller that writ the payp'
They fooled yc, them says Doc,
''for them plays was writ three hundred
years ago. an kin prove it.'
"Ill be dernedp' cried Bates. "Was
you going to run in that old hayseed on
us2'
The Bibles older than that" Chey-
enne saws, sorter airily; las fur old whis-
key, wouldn't like to pay fur the jedg-
ment of this crowd on that, of samples
was Free"
But them wimmen," Bates muttered,
sorter mournful.
"Young or old, they don't bother me
none" says Cheyenne "An' man
that's payin' aimouy to two frecllled
wimmen in Kansas, red-headed at that,
amt got no right to be critic" Isl he'd
sich an experience, as was ginerally
knowed, an Cheyenne's mem'ry is aw.
Gal Ii. n. 4. 49,, 4.
sombrero), Rochester, tho head of the
show, sed he'd put il in the papers. |
guaranteed $500, but $3.50 will do. The
five was jest to look big"
When the camp is run by borned
hoodoo it kin only ante up an look
pleasant
"Them coin don't go p' says Cheyenne
to me- That plugged quarter an lead
nickel"
only fun" / says, as I drawed 'em
back.
ooh, say" calls the bartender, "git
them coin in circulation sumwhar else,
give the gulch show, I'm tired of
havin' to watch out for 'em."
"I've kerlected hundred" says Chey-
enne. not noticin' him, IAN guess I'll
go up mountin an rustic among the
b'ys."
So he slouches out to 20 gallopin' up
the trail to drag blinkin' in the sunlight
from their shafts an tunnels them feller
creeter gnomes Il found that in Docs
dictionary to hold 'em up according to
the pay streak they was wurkin'.
Bout supper time he an the twilight
come droppin' down mountain together,
an he hauls up to my door to talk to my
wife. Him an Marm is great frens.
Cheyenne's poplar with wimmen mostly,
which Bates says, speakin' from some
experience, Is sure sign of q hoodoo
Marin is one of them old-fashioned VIM
men that's highest angels as is seen, an
as game an old pioneer as ever crossed
tho plains in an oX-cart. She an Chey-
enne both has an innercent way of not
seein' nawthin' wrong in things, an the
queerest sight you ever see was them two
to show over in Leadville, where they
had ballay, they calls it, an Marin
reaches over to Cheyenne, smilin' and
shown her store teeth, though she's left
her glasses to home. "Don't them chill
drum do wonderful, Mr.. Wade ?" says
she, thinkin' them gals in short gowns
young ones. Marin an Cheyennes
aunt In. Chicager lived next door neigh
bors in Bowdoinham, Me-, when they
was gals. 90.
'I've got the two hundred an fifty"
he says, IAN Mrs. Cap'n, you must be
sure an come"
"Ef it's proper play" smiles Marin,
"but, dearie me; mebbe hadn't oughter
git the taste fur sich vanity"
"You wun't In Pine Gulch. old lady,
says ], An lor, Of she want 70 on her
last birthday I'd hev to keep an eye on
her an the hoodoo, for she sets store
by him.
went over to Walsen's arter supper,
where see Bates settin' on the porch,
They've come" says he, "the VIM
mems got short hair an the men wears
theirs long, an there's one female six
foot tall. She does the KILN, / oal'late,
Looks like she'd break up camp in a
week. Red-headed. guess she's come
from Kansas. I've seen some like her.
Cheyenne says her talk made chills creep
down his back an she jest looks assassina-
tion."
A thin, worried-lookin' man was
drinkin' at thebar at Cheyenne expense.
That the husband of the big one," says
Bates, stroking his beard. He's got
one piece Of luck; he don't have to
play at it in the dramer, but gifts killed
at the start. / b'lieve there is four
kings in the play, an that's ginerally q
vinnin' hand 'cept when Docs got the
zeal"
''Missus Rochester has bin called the
greatest actress in 'Merica" says the
little man, sippcn' his whiskey to make
it last, like he wasn't used to it, Why,
even now she kin make my flesh creep
when she says, gimme the daggers, -
"I've felt that" says Bates, when
similur wimmen has jest called, come
inter yer vittles.
Jest then slim gal in ragged gown,
limp hat shadin' her face, glides in an
kitches Rochester by the sleeve.
"Mister Rochester" she says sorter
brethloss, ''the Missus wants YOU her
jaws all swelled up, an she's awful; says
you quit guzzlin' and tend ter bizness"
That little man went out. the door Jest
like a streak of light, an the gal giggled,
He's allus got one kinder jawin', noN
it's tother kind"
'Metaphorically an physically" says
Doe.
She giggled, "Them's jawbreakers, l
guess" Another giggle. Pm in the
play. | run away from lowy. | want
Amt got no folks My name on the
stage is Miss Howard" She giggled
agin, an we all tried to get II look under
that hat, seein' thin, freckled face an
pair of big, dark eyes. She was the
thinnest creature, jest mass of elbows
an giggles.
"What do you play?" asks Doc, "a
ghost p
A gggle. "Naw, boy that gifts killed
in-in tights" hangin her head
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