Western liberal. (Lordsburg, N.M.) 1887-1919, 1891-08-14

81 Jumped ye pretty hard. I blacked
both O. yer eyes-or wuz IL ony onef'
Il was "cny one" for Corkey still bore
the echo Of it on his tinted left optic.
"Weil, wot | wanter say, Corkey, is
I'm sorry l bunged you up so bad. /
don't believe | could whip you the way
J am here, but ef you want satisfaction
ye can take it ont O me now-if you
bear emmy hard feelings"
Il wouldn't hit q dying kid, not fer de
hull west side,n cried out Corkey, sob
bling as il his heart would break; Eye
only guy me wot l deserved, Jimmy. l
had no right roastin' you de way I did"
"Who duz the Red Hots play a Sun
dayY'
eve wuz n goan TO play de Hard
Times, Jimmy, but now dat yoh're sick
an can't pitch we've declared the match.
of; we'd git skunked@
"Wot did ye do dat forg' savagely x
claimed Jimmy. GIVE a good mind to
black yer other eye for ye."
"Wcll, we all made mp we wudnt play
till We got well, Tin, it's no use going
ont on de dimund unless you're pitchin'.
Mr.. Mulligan appeared to see matters
in the proper light.
"Well, 1 guess you're about right,
Corkey," he was moved to admit. 81
guess I'll hav ter get well. / wanter
skunk dat crowd Of Hard Times wild me
inshoots and me new snake curve that
I've been studying out here the last two
weeks while I've been rastlin' wild de
blankets. We duz de gang say about
me, Corkey, layin' here in inc bed on the
fiat o me back, like an old granny-me
who wuz never sick beforey'
"Say, Tim, dey're orful sorry; they'd
cum up here themselves to see ye, ony
yer ole CONAN wudn't let EN-"
"Stick yer he'd out nv the windy and
yell for 'em to come up" commanded the
PROSTATE pitcher.
Corkey thrust his Bulwer Lytton brow
out of the window, emitting a yell that
caused all the men E2rs Of the Red Hots
to file into the room on tiptoe, wiping
their mouths with their coat sleeves, and
hanging their heads,
"Hello, fellera!'
"Hello, Timl'
"Wot's de matter wild ye, Philly
Burke? Wot are We snivellin' for? Didn't
ye ever see a sick kid before? An you,
too, Patsy Carroll-why, l nivir see SIGH
weakeners as you kids before in all me
life. You're a nice gang to let yourself
be blufcd by them Hard Times crowd.
Ye have no more sand in yer craw than
a chicken. I've a good notion to sick me
poodle on de hull gang O. ye. Cum up
yere, Danger!"
The little black and tan that had re-
treated under the bureau, where he kept
up growing and showing his teeth at the
crowd of strange visitors, jumped up on
the bed and began licking his youthful
masters hand. Then, turning round, hC
glGred fercely at the roomful of sympa
thizers, his tail lashing the bed, his little
black nose uplifted defantly. He showed
his teeth in a subdued and dangerous
snarl, as if looking out for the shins Of
the undertaken. All through little Tins
sickness the dog had hung around his
masters room in a subdued and listless
manner. When not squatting on the
sick boys pillow, licking Time l4tana
feverish hand and vigilantly guarding
his restless slumber, the dog would slinI
away under the bed, as if the boys i'll.
ness had affected him also, and had
cowed his honest bark and native plucl
into a cowardly snarling and showing
Of his vicious teeth.
'If that dood Of a doctor comes anon
keying around here emmy more a pizeninl
me with the medicines he makes IN,
swaller, Wen Civ him hydrophoby-
won't we, Danger
Danger showed his red gums in fierce
assent.
"Where's me ould womau?"
"Here l am, Jimmy ashore; what i
ity"
"Sind out the kittlo for n quart o beer
l wanter do the right thing and treat d
gang as has called on Inc. guess it'll
be about square. Whin We go over will
the growler 10 Danny Shay's, Corkey
mind We SCOOP in all the free lunch y
can crib. l guess l could go n littl
cheese sandwich meself. Be sure vol
tell Danny Shay to pack the GROWER a
tight as he can, Corkey," was the latte
part of the languid yet hospitable injunc
ton Of the stricken Jimmy, as he turne'
over on his side Tor q refreshing slumOer
the vigilant Danger snugly perched Of
his fifth rib.
Mr.. Aulligau, l am pleased to state
recovered in time to give tho Hart
Times the worst skunking they ever got
In that match, digging his toerails il
the pitchers box, his cap cooked rikishl,
over his left eye, and Danger coaching
"on dc side" and bowling like 4 demoI
when his master struck out any Of tn
opposing batsmen, Jimmy ladied out l.
the demoralized Hard Times thoSo iustl,
celebrated curves Of his, reinforced will
the famous snake shoot which 6e Ina,
acquired while tossing orange on
feverish bed.
Jimmy was carried home 10 tho Nine
tenth ward in triumph, Danger bring
ing mp the rear, leaving in his trail tn
vibrating air churned TO q white heat b
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