The Jersey City news. (Jersey City [N.J.]) 1889-1906, 1892-08-30
MARIpOSA.
Story of a Brave Mexican Girls
Love and Sacrifice.

little faces a-swollerin ole Pete's talk.
WAL, I'm a-gointer put up a yarn
about one NV them this time. You
nee'nter laff. Think UnE' Pete savvies
nawthin only bout Injuns, scalps, gol.
diggins n now shootsp Hain't much on
posies gin'rally.
Yessireel Thar's a gun int; eff
'twa'n't, wouldn't be no story, I s'pose.
Durn little coyotes, nawthin but KILN
an karkisses suits you. 'Tain't Injins;
though some can't see much differ twixt
them an greasers-what you calls Mex
leans. Some NV them is BILE
mixed; the "per-r-oud CASTLE blood
they blows about amt on the surface.
CASTLE soap'ud be more to the pint.
But Mariposy wuz purity as this posy,
in her Mexican way-eyes like midnight
in a gulch. hair black as its wavin pines,
a voice like wind in their tops.
WAL, one day l wuz sightin to'rd Del
Norte to dicker bout an alfalfy deal.
Nigh to Their town l see somethin loomin
up; seq /:
"Some feller's takin cattle to range
Then / ~reco'nized Tom. Handsome young
Teller wuz Tom in flannel shirt and
"chaps," the wind layin his broad brim
''pra'rie king" back and shown his face
ez he loped past. Nigh the Ryo Grandy
bridge my broncho most shed me ez Tom
cum thunderin back.
"By gum! Thet's ridin," I SEE, ad.
mirin his slim figger, most one with his
beast, ez they shot past to'rd town. He
was nigh out ny sight afore his prime
opposite cum pantin 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.
Ilaffed; then shuk my head. Resky
foolin with Diaz, thinks l; it's bad blood.
They've scrapped ag'in, and Toms
a-drivin Diaz's cattle outer Their range,
an Diaz hez got onter him. He's tryin
ter run Tom down, likes not; but
c'u'dn't swar ter Tom. Il c'u'dn't, eff
ha'nter met him goin t'other way.)
wanter be outer this eff ole Diaz goes tie,
lawn.
"Trial by juryl" SEE I; "trial by guns
my ticket. Them families 'ud of sett9d
thar scrap ages sence, eff lawyers hednt
got the cinch on EN-"
T'other side Nv town Diaz wuz found
dead, a bullet hole in his head, sized
bore of a leetle gun of Toms. What
with family SCRAPS" Diaz bein seer
a-chasing after Tom an Toms comm
in on his broncho from tibet side Nv
town-with nawthin t. say 'ceptin he'd
druv 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 wuz pledged ter "extarminate the
western rough" the papers said. A
greaser he'd hung fer KILN a Ute, an
the feelin wuz fer no parshalty.
l TUX interest in tibet trial, both fe,
Toms sake-I knowed him n ht
want no bigger'n a ca'tridge-and be.
cuz l knowed huff t. witness eff they'd
knowed it; 'twa'n't much, but leave g
lawyer to build Pixies Peak outer the,
foothills.
You see I'm gittin to my story from
all p'ints t'wonct, like Injins useter cum
at stockades; but I'll git thar O.
morally sartin es they did frequint.
Things looked rocky fer Tom, tina,
amt a doubt of it.
Ic'u'dn't stan it. Wy, I teached hin
ter shoot jacks wen he warn't no higher
n ~sagebrush. I c'u'dn't breathe tel ]
wuz out, gallopin roun the shoulder Nv
| Lookout mountain, over the mesa.
Domino wut TUX me tibet road. Don
believe in sperits, but I cum mighty
nigh takin stock in thar lead tibet game
I cum down hill, acrost Their bridge an
onter the old plaky fore l knowed.
Somethin quar- bout tibet row Nv fla
rooted white 'dobes, winders an door.
slantin ez greaser ldees; them big, round
ovens like impossible mushrooms; thu
pinted church front, with bell hole atop
an cross settin on a heap at Their back
Mexican squatters he'd been ordered tx
vamoose, n thar ole traps NV horses WI,
1dlllA loucSuLlllke VT pieces.
'Twuz late afternoon; I thought shad
ders were a-foolin me when l see some
thin hutter ronn a 'dobe corner Will
a passin idee Nv sperits, likewise O
greaser's sneakin ways, I dashed up al
covered somethin in the 'dobe.
Hands upv' 90
ISL 81" she sobbed-s.N iposy."
l felt like a durn fool set a thar holdil
up a gal.
"Air ye alone, Mariposy? Wut y,
doin h'yarr
She piled a hundred questions at mt
in her greaser American, windin up
ICES it a right-you air Tonnes frent?'
Thinkin on'y bout Tom an nawthil
t all bout Their gal, / shuk it all out
"HeW hang surer' seq I.
You'd orter seen her.
"He not kill Diazl'' she stomped.
jumped.
81 sect done," seq Mariposa, mos
cryin. II know. Take mel tell saw,
Tom. All, the rope!" she laid her purt,
hand on her throat. ITO diel-to se'
sun an flowers an hear birds-to kiss
no more! The cold, dark ground-th,
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