Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1891-06-14

has she?" asked Mr.. Sims, drearily.
On receiving assurances of present safety,
and IN Difference to question from Rose
wood Jim, Mr.. Sims told brief story.
This yere lady gifts her brand onto me, -
he said in a tone of deep sadness, 'sback
| may be seven years ago, som ers in Tennes-
see. wasn't full of tum tum them DAYS,
an would follow off wagon track, or any
thing. She crosses my trail at some church
play, as was bein' made, if 1 remembers
rightly-makin' the short-horn who was
a-preachin' thar rag carpet, reckon it
was-an boys, she lays for me. Well, she
keeps pesterin' an pervadin' round until,
one day, she gets me excited, an sorter
lose track Of my hand, and marries her."
Awoman He Could Eoss.
Here Mr.. Sims took mighty draught as
if to drown the memory of his fall. "Boys, -
continued Mr.. Sims, wiping his rueful lips,
Il amt been clean strain game enough to
see this lady since she comes this time, and
knows nothin' of her personal appearance,
but when 1 weds her she looks all smooth
an sweet enough. This is easy I SAYS to
myself, fippant like at the time, this is
shorely easy. Theresa woman as will be
o comfort an a he'pmeet an who 1 can boss.
You'd a-said SO, too, if you was thar; she
looks CndC CD Ill an SOOQ
"But pards you oughter lift one of her
griddles once. She's ragin', fiery furnace
inside
"H'ist in another drink, Pete" said
Texas Thomson, anxiously.
"Well, to cut her Short continued Mr..
Sims after dolefully accepting the refresh
ment rendered by the sympathizing Texan,
"things 60 on maybe month, an one morn
in she says, See yere,, you hinged sot, go
'Womern, I says, do you-all know who
you're addressin? Do you know you're talk
in to the boss-to the head . Of this yere
family?'
"Boss nuthin',' she says all contemptu-
ous You amt boss of nuthin' You
never was boss round yere. You jest has
lots to say An, then-you see pards;
bein jest welded that away, the furniture
was all loose an little like-she goes
clawin' up things an -a-heavin' of 'em at
me. Well, I never could stand it to be
chunked up none, SO quits her right thar
an yere be"
Protested His Usual Gameness.
''Yere you be for fact" said Jack
Moore, who had listened with great inter-
est and now spoke in a tone of friendly zeal.
."Yere you be, Pete, an yere, too, is she
likewise. Now the question is, whatever
do we play next?"
"Don't go back on me, pards," said Mr..
Sims, almost in tears. 'It looks like I
never could stand it to be took back to Ten
nessee by this yere lady, an places myself
under your protection. Pm game enough
usual You know, Texas, how 1 shoots up
Tucson an splits even with the Marshal
when he comes a-tamperin' round; but
people, I has to lay down to this yere
lady,"
"I'll tell you what you do, Pete" said
Bill Tutt. "Paint yourself up for war an
take your guns an 60 for her all spraddled
out; a-whoopin' an a-shootin', an maybe
you scares her away"
SIT wouldn't work none, Bill" said the
hopeless Mr.. SIMS You-all might do it,
but couldn't. This yere lady knows me'
well. whatever does she say?" asked
Rosewood Sim of Armstrong as that good
man came in.
"It amt no sorter use," said Armstrong
gravely. "She allows she will have him,
an she's shore got the dockyments say
to- her-aimin' to lie her out of it-sMarm,'
says, You're lookin'. for Big Pete Sims?'
"'Well, says she mighty fierce, what
ever of that%'
"tOh, nuthin' Of that says, only Pete
he's dead whole lot. He was prowlin' up
canyon few days before you trails in yere,
an he meets varmint an gets all chewed
up
"Don't you 20 for to foolin' with me-