Arizona republican., 1892-02-07

,ooKea over south, an nero como feiler
on hossback, like streak o CREASED
lighlSin, THROWN dust like tn very
dooce-an back o him, bout two r three
miles, come bout dozen + fifteen fell
lers-near as we cd guess--also kickin
up IA big cloud.
Twas good ten mile t Chloride
and we thought we was goners, fer Of
course we didn't s'pose them last fellers
was nothin but mjuns,
"Spenceley set his teeth an looked at
his guns, an so did |. Then no rid up t
tn Vaughn, give Hetty six shooter,
sayin somethin | didn't hear, and told
tn boy { mako them mules fly. Then
no como back whar | wuz an soz real
quiet, Dye think we kin hold 'em off
long 'nough, Mr.. lIardong guessed
yes, but great Scott! didn't wish l was
outer thatl
9TH lone chap come racin up. Twas
Perry Roane, whiter'n gravestone. He
didn't stop, only yelled 'lnjuns!' an KEEP
on going, not stoppin t say 'Hellor Z
] Hetty in tn waggin-jes' KEEP on, headed
fer Chloride. Tn artist turned t me in
a minute, with his mouth curled up an
seq, 'Stampededr
1--WE waited, all ready for them In
/ juns, but when they come up tn blood
sort of come back t my heart agcn,
cause we cd sec n mile off tibet they
was white-surveyors an cowboys; some
stampeaed themselves, we foun out.
Things got quiet in day r so, fer it
happened tibet Uncle Sam he'd lot o
sojers lyin in camp near Chloride, an tn
way they KEEP them lnjuns movin back
south was real lively.
oval, in a week r so up come Mister
Roane, jes 2 big ez life, an ez clipper,
an goes t Hendcrshott's when tn old
folks was mt tn store and Spenceley out
ridin. reckon him n Hetty jes' he'd a
real lovely row. He he'd III gall { tell
'er tibet he was jes' ridin fer doctor fel
sick cowboy, an hadn't heard o no In.
juns. Hetty was onto him, though, an
talked real rough t the cuss, reckon.
Bout o'clock little jose come ridin
t tn store in hurry, an tole us he he'd
ben listenin t Hetty an Roane talkin,
an all of II sudden he heerd a little
scream. Mex thing he seen Roane
carryin Hetty outer tn door an putin
'er in his buggy-she lookin like she'd
fainted-an Roane druv Off. an Jose lit
out fer tn store, meetin Spenceley on tn
way, an tellin him.
9TH ole man an | guessed tn same
thing-he'd doped tn girl with chlory-
form, r somethin', an lit out for Mineral
Point, whar Eph Hines, justice of tn
peace, lived. don't know how we come
t think of it; but | he'd read o. sech
things, an so had 81, reckon. Lord,
but tn ole chap looked tur'ble! He
didn't say nothin, but he looked like he
was thinkin lots, an it didn't take men
him long t git t Mineral Point, fifteen
mile-bad trail too. When we got near
tn burg Ole 81 loosened up, an eff he
didn't cuss fer fifteen minutes I'm jay
I'VE rid up t Hines, ready t shoot,
an 81 kicked tn door open, an there, on
tn floor, lyin tied hans an feet, was
Perry Roane-an Spenceley, kind of
frustrated, but smilin, riz up, an pointin
lINNNNs WIN was SiNNAll III u
lookin kind of pale, SEE, Gentlemen, let
me interjuce my WIFE
Twas this way: Roane-he's dom
time now-hedn't druggcd tn gyurl,
only gagged 'er, an, between thar an tn
point, he'd made 'er promise t marry
him an make no fuss, r else he'd kill
him an her both-an he meant it. Hines
was jest gettin ready fer tn perform
ance when Spenceley rid up Perry
reached for his gun, but Spenceley was
too sudden, an caught i'm in tn gun
arm, an him an Hines, who tumbled at
oncet, tied tn cuss, arter which he asst
Hetty { marry him on tn spot, an she
done it.
No, don't never play low on no ten
derfoot. "-R. l.. Ketchum in San Fran
cisco Argonaut.