Wheeling register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1878-1935, 1891-05-18

anV Dastime for a Stranger, from swap
pin shoes TO takin' drink. All goes
quiet an peaceable in this Arcadia Of
ourn, me maxim what | considers to
be a honest Twin dealin' Mexican monte
an high ball for my fellow townsmen
an the boys from the ranges, an all Of
us payin' off large sums Of the Nashnul
debt daily conSumin' Morris liquor.
lone day in the fall Of 'S5 Tom
Bruce comes into town with six months
pay in his war bag an proceeds to GIT
drunk an then goes agin my game. de
pounded away at high ball for awhile,
on then bein' somewhat OF an eplcure
in his gamblin', he says:
81 see, the last time l totook steers
TO Chicago a man as was mighty SICK
THROWN three cards. He low it
was kind of monte, and the betteng
yer not bein' able 10 pick out Charles
Ross which was the name he done give
the Jack of diamonds
"WeI. YOU know me- When l was a
sinnin' didn't take back seat from
Canada Bill a-throwing three cards. 80
| skun out the ace of spades an two red
spot cards, amin to give him the best
chance in the world, seem he was dizzy
with town whisky. cleaned him out
of SITS in half hour, an he
goes down the street all so gay a-Shoot-
in at the 'O'S' in saloon signs an
making terror of hisSelf. Bime-by
when his chambers is all empty the
Marshal rounds him up an corrals him
in the Jail. About two hours after
wards there was a claJter of hoofs in the
street an a-yellin' like any coyote.
.Thar's Comanche Mary says one Of
the boys in a general way, talkin' to no
one in particular. l had got out my
faro layout and was shuffiin' the cards
70 shove in the box, there bein' some
gentlemen out from Dallas lookin' for
a ranch. as Signitied a desire to take a
whirl at the king of games.
'.'Who is this yere Comanche Nary
asks one OF the Dallas cattle men, the
subject of his remarks at the time yell
lin an prancin' down the street ike a
whole band of her namesakes.
"She is heifer as followed Tom
Bruce down here from Kansas City last
spring, says Bill Silver. They calls
her 'Comanche Mary because she wears
leggins an rides man fashion, an yellS.
She never see nothin' but tame lnjun,
but bein' so useless an in gen'ral way
an all round good for nuthin' critter-
but we're she is
In she comes a-ragin' and a-chewin
the bit an pullin' her gun, which she'd
filed off the trigger same as cowboy,
an without no word of apology she cuts
loose at me. I'll larn we to play yer.tOp
l. N
gray headed old trantler of a con-man.
Yer wuSSn' no centipede l ever see, you
tin-hOru ole critter. an yer times bout
got round. All the time she kept "a
working her thumb on the hammer an
bang goes the pop.
1T was the mercy of He'll she didn't
call me on the last turn, for she wasn't
three feet away, but she was about four
drinks ahead an excited, an every one
of them five bullets missed me all the
way from two inches TO foot. | wasn't
a-dOdgin' none, for the SureSt way not
to get shot is not to stir when the party
dom the Shootin' is also doin' the NOV
in. But believe me or not, my son,
when | counted the fifth Shot-I know'd
Tom had given her one Of them no
count ive-ShOOterS which he took
away from tenderfOot as was
gettin' gay one day-when heard that
last one | felt a cOnsid able load
of responsibility lifted off me. This
Mary goes out, an jumpin' on her with
less 81 broncho, goes chargin' down
the street., an it bein' her day for
caperin', jumps her plug over Il Next
can that had drifted over that away,
an mashes two or three ribs besides
breakin' of his arm. Tom Bruce was
right after her, for the ShOotin' broke
his rest, an bein' reasonably sober, he
sboyes out the side of the Jail to see
what for game is goin' on. He ropes
his girl an we cOurt-martlalS her an
sentences her to go back to Kansas
CITY. We raked down for her ticket an
all of US escort her to the railroad.
Bruce was dead willin', he tellin' of us
on the side, that he was gettin' sick OF
her unSartin ways.
s'Wen, sir, | never dealt that game.
was a-lookin' down that gun a-blazin'
fire at me l see the possibilities OF
better life. felt the spirit movin' in
me an | resolved to live holler an
a higher existence. ulun ""A0 nO
break until I'd seen that pison young
woman started fer the East. When
we gets back home an had all got
around our nerve preserver at the
Rangers Rest, made speech to the
outfit. they meanwhile having proposed
that l go back an give a turn for their
money. l explained how felt over the
situation an how I'd resolved never to
monkey with the devices of Satan no
more.
'What'n You do?' says they.
eco back to Missouri an buy a
ranch, says l, AN live decent the rest
of my declinin' years.
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