Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1891-05-17

antelope an let's ny stove grlddle az us,
an all with a proud, high air, which re-
minds me mighty sight Of a goddess.
At the time it would seem the duo at
tempted an apologetic explanation OF their
presence, and made effort to point out to
''The Cactus" the crying public need OF
some decision on her part.
She'd Settle After the Shooting.
s'You don't want these two young male
persons to take to shootin' of each other all
up none, do you?" said Armstrong.
81 wants you two sots to get outen my
Kitchen" replied ''The Cactus" vigorously,
can wants you to move some hurried, too.
Don't never let me find your moccasin
tracks round this yere water hole no more
or I'll turu in an mark you up whole
lot.
"Yere, you," she continued as they were
about to leave something cast down by the
conference, "you all can tell that Riley
Brooks an Rice Brown if they're blamed
fools enough to go maxim gun play over
me, to make it and make it hard. Tell 'em
1 can pick my men out when the smoke
blows away"
ssTutt's way right about The Cactus
bein' some sperited," " said Armstrong as the
two walked away.
'Shes shore spirited an that's fact, I"
mused Rosewood in assent.
The result of the talk with 'The Cactus"
found its way about in Cinnabar, and in less
than an hour bore its hateful fruit. The
peaceful quiet of the Gold Mine saloon,
which, as a rule, heard no harsher note
than the clatter of stack of chips, was
suddenly broken.
"You all who amt interested yere better
take to lower limb"
The Shooting Occurred at Last.
1t was the voice of Riley Brooks. The
trained instinct of the Cinnabar public at
once fathomed the trouble and proceeded to
hide its many heads behind barrels, tables
counter, and any place which promised
refuge from the bullets. All but one and
him the moment Riley Brooks uttered the
first syllable, and his pistol came to the
front with brevity born of long practice.
His rivals was already there and so the
shooting began. As result Mr.. Brooks
received serious injury which crippled his
good right arm for many day, while Mr..
Brown was picked up with wound in the
side which even the sentiment of Cinnabar,
Injured to such things and inclined to optim-
ism at all times, admitted: as dangerous.
''Well," said Armstrong, after the duel
lists had been cared for at the o. X. house.
''yere we be again an nuthin' settled. Yere
we has all this shootin' an all this blood
lettin', an, the camp gets all torn up; an
still thar's jest as many of these yere people
as before, an most likely the whole deal to
go over again.
''I shore abominates things a splittin'
even this away" said Rosewood, "but Gin
nabar must bar its burdens same as other
camps 1t can't be he'ped none"
The Cactus Flees the Camp.
The next day the two duelists were still
in bed A new phase was given the affair
when ''The Cactus" was observed, clothed
in purple and fine linen, and with two vio-
lent red roses in her straw hat, to take the
stage for Tucson. The management of the
cited state of the Cinnabar mind that 1.-THE
Cactus" would return in week.
"Goin' for her weddin' troosoe most like
w." said Armstrong as he gazed after the
stage.
'tLet's drink to the hope she gets red
DRESS" said Tutt. "Set out all your bottles,
barkeeper, an don't let nary man renig.
You bet red is my favorite color"
No one seemed to know the intentions of
"The Cactus" The shooting had in no
wise disturbed her. That may have been
her obdurate heart or it may have come
from a familiarity with the evanescent
tenure of human life born of long years on
the border. Be that as it may, she expert
enced not the least concern touching the
condition of her brace Of lovers wounded
up stairs, and took the stage without even
saying goodby to them or anyone else.'
So the DuelIists Were Left.
can some fools say women is talkers,"
said Rosewood in high disgust.
Three days later Old Scotty, the stage
driver, came in with startling news "The
Cactus had married man in Tucson and
would bring him to Cinnabar in week.
''When l first hears it, said Old Scotty,
with groan, SAN when thinks of them
two pore boys a-layin' in Cinnabar, an
their rights bein' trihed with in that way, 1
shore thinks I'll take my Winchester an go
an stop them rites whole lot; but pards,
the Tucson marshal wouldn't have 1t. So she
nails him an l hears in saloon over thar
she's been aimin' to marry him before she
ever hops into Cinnabar at all. sees him,
afterwards, an he's little, measly-lookin'
prairie dog an from his looks he couldn't
get a job clerkin' in store"
''Thar you be-" said Armstrong. AN
other case of woman's inhumanity to man.
However, if The Cactus has done gone
1utterin' from her perch in this yere fash
ion jest the same we nust prance round an
give her high old time on her return. The
honor of the camp bein' concerned, OF course
we whoops it up in style" And tney dld.