The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1890-08-03
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Are you both crazy?"
"Oh, no, Plugtooth, we amt been eatin'
no loco Look here, you're goin' to be left
alone here with this gen'l'man, an you're
| goin' to be tied up, which he amt. Now,
Plugtooth, got notion he's the sort o.
ornery chap thet if you sass him will
knock the stuffin' out o. you-so long ez
yer tied up An if l was you I'd be kinder
perlite, 1 would
Scranton swore savage!y, and the Rev.
Mr.. Noyes expressed his reprobation of the
practice of profanity
mo use worryin' him, preacher said
! Jim. "Now I'm goin' to tie him down on
thet bench, an then Pve got to quit you
one while. Here's his pop, preacher, an eff
he wriggles too much chuck a hunk o.
wood at him, but don't shoot eff you can
help it. And you kin talk to him about
anythin' not too excitin'. Savvy!"
Perfectly"
and water him if he gets dry"
When Scranton had been carefully So
cured Jim called Noyes to one side and
said:
| You don't want to try and square your
| self with the dude, preacher. Never change
| sides in the middle Nv fight. Eff you do
| I'll follow you plumb to Tophet but what
| Fll git your
Il quite believe it-you needn't worry
about that
| Il don't worry much"
When will you be back with the LADY,"
"Tomor', reckon. Don't say nothin'
bout her to him. Jest kinder amuse him
like; lies an SIGH. So long, preacher"
Jim saddled the horse and rode over to
within two or three miles of Burton's, and
then took the bride off, hitched the ma
carte on his wrist, and wrapping himself
in the oilskin "slicker" slept soundlY
through the night, while the horse cropped
the grass within the scope of his tether.
In the morning, an hour after sunrise, he
rode down to the ranch. The men were
all out on the range, and after getting
a cup of coffee FROM the cook Jim awaited
developments. By and by Helen Burton
went down to the corral, and he followed
her. She said good morning absently
enough, and Jim's heart failed him a lit
tie. But he pulled himself together
Miss Helen, do you know that Scran-
toni"
"Yes-yes."
"Well, he's over ter Mountain Lion, an
he wants ter know eff yer wouldn't like ter
ride over there with me-"
SIS he i'll? Isl
"Not 'zactly i'll, but he's got Teller from
town over there. I reckon he wants you
lowell, amt sure, but seems to me he's
a preacher Anywise, he wants you to
come and not Soy nothin'. Will 1 catch up
that little blue o. yourn and clap your hull
onto him?"
Thank you, yes Oh, it's long way
over. Can get back
"Oh that'll be all right"
Helen Burton's clever little blue pony
gave the hired horse a stiff pull, and early
in the afternoon they rode into the corral
at Mountain Lion.
"Wiu you jist hold on here a minit?"
said Jim, and entered the house, where he
released Scranton.
"Now, Plugtooth, there's a dame com
in in here, and the preacher is going to
marry you. An I'm goin' to look on
through the winder. Eff yer make kick
or don't behave pretty to that dame you'll
git them ears O. yourn reamed out with
forty-fve. Savvy? l mean it, too, you
little scoundrel Crit your fxin's ready,
preacher, and tie them solid and quick"
When jim brought Ellen in the cabin
she ran toward Scranton, and was about
to speak to him when the Rev. Mr. Noyes
interpOsed.
Pardon me- my dear young lady, but
for the moment we will consider this rude
hut place of worship. Here is the ring,
Mr. Scranton"
In five minutes the ceremony was finish |
ed. The final injunctions which Mr.. Noyes |
so unctuously delivered seemed to exas-
perate Scranton beyond all patience, and |
turning to his bride he said:
II hope you are satisfied. If l don't"-
Jim Mason's hand dropped on his shout |
der.
Excuse me- Mis- Scranton, but want |
to speak to this genl'man outside. Preach
err you and the lady wait here"
He led Scranton to the side of the creek, !
where box elder made feeble effort to |
shade its cattle trodden banks.
Jim returned Scrantons pistol, saying, |
CHOW, I'll trouble you for that fifty for |
the preacher"
Scranton seized the weapon, new self |
cooking revolver, and fired almost in Jim's |
face. He was not successful, however, in |
MS revenge; his rage was uncomfortable !
and his aim bad.
Jim's reply was prompt. Tdidn't think .
you'd try it," he said, and as Scranton was
about TO fire again Jim shot him through !
the head.
Helen hearing the shots, tried to force |
her way out Of the door, and had almost /
pushed by Noyes when Jim entered, his /
face fecked with whitish clots, and checked .
her.
''Thar's nuthin' thar now You'd better
marry me, / reckon, Widder Scranton"
Helen stood in the doorway white and
daZed while NOyes, in compliance with 4
look from jim, married them.
Here's your money, preacher. Git back
to town"
As Noyes left the cabin Helen fell heavi-
II on the floor Jim wet his hand in the
bucket and dabbied the water aEkwardly
on her head. When she recovered he led
her to the corral and lifted her into her
saddle
Now, Miss Helen. you ride to Pine
Bluffs. You know the trail. There's
'nough in this wad to take you east, and
then you write to Jim Mason, Crazy Creek
Cattle company, and femme know whar'
you are, so you'll sit more. PIl see your
ole man tonight and make it all right
with him. When you want divorce you
gitiE So long. Miss Helen. True Flag.
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