The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1891-07-17

was jest runnin' little blazer onto him,
and sorter bangs away with my gun as an
evidence of good faith"
''Ohl the blazer was all right" said Arm
strong critically. This yere stranger
takes to putin on dog an of course some
things got to be done for the credit of Gin
nabar. But when it wins-when you don t
| get called on to make good, you shorely
oughter stop thar This yere shootin'
round the dinin' room was frivolous, an
| annoyin' to other men as sets thar calmly
eatin' an who amt in it. It's disturbin'
to 'em.. What do you think, yourself
! Rosewood"
That's whatever" said Rosewood jim,
as he riffied a deck and snapped it in the
! deal box. at sorter takes them boarders'
minds often their whites that away, an is
/ bad for the digestion" .
"Whoever is this yere strange female?"
| interrupted Bill Tutt, who stood looking
| from the door.
1t was growing dusk now, and a slight,
strange figure in skirts could be just seen
as it entered the Office of the hotel across
the way.
''Some she Mexican, over from Chilli"
said Armstrong. Chilli was that portion
of Cinnabar in which the Mexicans most
did congregate, and Armstrong; ready ex-
PLANTATION seemed the likely one.
'"Do you know" said Rosewood Jim as
he sat at his faro table caressing stack of
blues, "do you know don't feel all right
about this yere bean eater of Thomson's?
amt sopoerstitious, but I'd shorely like
to know what ever this yershorthorn comes
a-canterin' into camp for, anyhow"
You jest takes a notion agin him." said
Tutt, same as you says while back;
that's all"
mo, it amt no notion neither" per
sisted Rosewood Jim, still fumbling the
stack of blues. ''It gist sorter weighs down
on me thar's goin' To be some queer play
made round yere"
do You all know" said Jack Moore,
who had been lending his ear in silence,
that's the way it hits me the minute l
sees this yere stranger. That swhy makes
that talk about rewards 1t strikes me
somehow he's bein' trailed fer something"
81 don't know what you all feels
COMM" said Texas Thomson sourly," but
you can gamble he eats them beans three
times day while he stays. sees to that
personal"
Il was playin' poker in the Full Blown
Rose last night an ! sees jacks on Fights
cut three times" continued Rosewood,
still assisting his musings with the soft
CHATTER Of the chips as he sorted them be-
tween his experienced thumb and fore
finger. That's the hand the dead man
held an is alters a warnin'."
The morning dawned on ripple of ex-
element at the o. K. hotel. The stranger
lay white and dead. By his side, with an
arm across his face, was the beautiful life
abandoned body of woman. II WAS the
stranger in the dusk of the night before.
Her hair was jet, and her dark skin, in the
pallor of death, took the hue of cream.
The stranger had met death by the stiletto,
and the slender blade which wended him,
thin as paper, keen as biting frost, had
then been sheathed in the dark beauty's
torrid heart.
This we're is murder" said Armstrong
thoughtfully, as he gazed at the pair, ian
the first as Cinnabar sees We has had
killin's here before, but no murders, which
is different whole lot. "
81 shore hopes whar he now is the grub
beats beans a poiut, said Texas Thomson.
Dan Quin in ST. Louis Republic.