The Wilmington daily Republican. (Wilmington, Del.) 1890-1902, 1892-07-19
MARIpOsA.

posies, prospeotin round these yer noun
tins most anywhars, settin under sour
lookin pines s-list'nin to the roarin of
tho wind-contentsdlike as yer purity
little faces a-swollerin ole Pete's talk.
Wsal I'm a-gointer put up @ yarn
about ono nv them this time. You
nee'nter hF. Think Unkr Pete savvies
nswthin only bout Injuns, scalps, gol-
diggins n snow shoots2 Hain't much ON
posies gtn'rally.
Yessiree! Thar's o gun int; Of
'twa'n't wouldn't be no story, l s'pose.
Durn little coyotes, nawthin but KILN
an HARNESSES suits you. 'Tain't Injins;
though some can't see much differ twixt
them an gressers-what you calls Mex
icana Some nv them is considerable
mixed; the "per-r-oud CASTLE blood"
they blows about amt ON the surface.
Castillo soap'ud be more to the pint.
But Mariposy WIZ purity as this posy,
in her Mexican way-eyes like midnight
| in gulch, hair black as its wavin pines,
a voice like wind in their tops.
WAL, one day WIZ sightin to'rd Del
Norte to decker bout an alfalfy deal.
Nigh to ther town SEQ somethin looinin
up; seq l:
"Some feller's talrin cattle to range"
Then reco'nized Tom. Handsome young
Teller wuE Tom in flannel shirt and
''chaps," the wind layin his broad brin
''pra'rie king" back and shown his face
ez he Hoped past. Nigh the Ryo Grandy
bridge my broncho most shed me o. Tom
cum thunderin back.
'By gum! Thet's ridin," l seq, I'D.
mirin his slim fgger, most one with his
beast, ez they shot past to'r7l town. He
was nigh out NV sight afore his prime
Opposite cum pantiu an cussin after
him; old Diaz a-clawin the ar, making
it blue with un-Sunday school talk
a-diggin his knees into his winded nag's
sides, goin lickety bump, a-workin ten
miles perpendicular to airy mile ahead.
LATED; then shuk my head Resky
foolin with Diaz, thinks l; it's bad blood.
They've strapped agin, and Toms
a-drivin Diag's cattle outer Their range,
IN Disz hez got onter him. He's tryin
ter run Tom down, likes not; but
c'u'dn't swar ter Tom. q c'u'dn't, of
ha'nter met him goin t'other way.) /
wanter be outer this eff ole Diaz goes ter
lawn.
Trial by juryi" seq I; ''trial by guns
my ticket. Them families nd of settled
thar scrap ages sence, eff lawyers hedn't
got the cinch on EN-"
Tother side nv town Diaz wuz found
dead, q bullet hole in his head, sized
bore of lettle gun of Toms. What
with family "scraps," Diaz bein seen
a-chasing after Tom an Toms comm
IN on his broncho from tibet side NV
town-with nawthin t. say 'ccptin he'd
! druy Diaz' cattle onter range fer mis-
cheef; Diaz chased him an he outrid
him, but Diaz follered, yit he'd take his
oath he hedn't shot Diaz-all that went
ag'in' him. The story didn't assay well.
Court wua pledged ter ''extarminate the
western rough" tho papers said. A
greaser he'd hung fer KILN Ute, an
the feeltn wuz fer no parshality.
TUX interest in tibet trial, both fer
Toms salle-l knowed him sence he
want no bigger'n u ca'tridge-and be-
Icuz knowed huff t. witness Of they'd
knowed it; want much, but leave a
lawyer to build Pixies Peak outer Their
foothills.
You see I'm gittin to my story from
all p'ints t'wonct, like Injins useter cum
at our stockades; but I'll git thar es
morally sartin es they did frequint.
/ Things looked rocky fer Tom, thar
amt a doubt of it.
/ Ic'u'dn't stan it. WY, teached him
ter shoot jacks wen he warn't no higher
n sagebrush. 1 c'u'dn.t breathe tel l
wuz out, gallopin rouu the shoulder NV
Lookout mountain, over the mesa.
Domino wut TUX me tibet road. DON
believe in sperits, but l cum mighty
nigh takiu stock in thar lead tibet game.
| cum down hill, acrost Their bridge an
onter the old play fore knowed.
SoInethin quar- bout tibet row Nv fiat
rooted white 'dobes, winders an doors
i slantin ez greaser idees; them big, round
ovens like impossible musharooms; the
/ pinted church front, with bell hole atop,
an cross eettin on a heap at Their back.
Mexican squatters he'd been ordered tc
yamoose, n thar ole traps NV horses wuz
fallin lonesumlike ter pieces.
Twuz late afternoon; l thought shad-
ders were a-foolin Inc when see some
thin flutter roun 'dobe corner. With
a passin idee NV sperits, likewise of
greascr's sneakin ways, dashed up an
covered somethin in the 'dobe.
Hands upr'
| Isl ST." she sobbed-"Mariposy."
| felt like durn fool settin thar holdin
up gal.
Air ye alone, Mariposyl wut ye
doin h'yar?"
She piled a hundred questions at me
in her greaser American, windin up:
Gees it a right-you air Tonnes frent?"
Thinkin only bout Tom an nawthin
t all bout ther gal, shuk it all out.
He'll hang sure!" seq |.
You'd orter seen her.
"He not kill Diazr' she stomped,
/ Jumped.
81 sect DONE" sez Mariposa, most
cryin. 81 know. Take mel tell save
Tom. All, the roper she laid her purity
hand on her throat. ITO diel-to see
run an flowers an hear birds-to kiss
no morei The cold, dark ground-the
worms" l c'u'd feel her shiver ag'in'
me 81 spurred back TO town best we
c'u'd, a-carryin double.
seen she knowed somethin, an WIZ
wild at the idee nv savin Tom. She
didn't tell me nuch-she'd been with an
aunt up Saguache and knowed nawthin
nv the trial. Her folks sent her nary
word or KEEP her off purpus-they're
tibet shy NV law. Mariposy slid off
fin'1y from them an camped, pore crit
ter, in tibet lonely place. She wanted
word from Tom to cum back; sent Tony
Montez to tell him, but had nary answer
So, by that, seen Tom likewise knowed
somethin too. Wut did the Teller mean?
Wuz thar someun he wouldn't give
away?
l swar I'm plum glad never guessed
nigh the truth or I'd ben on the horns of