The Saline County journal. [volume] (Salina, Kan.) 1871-1893, 1892-01-14

out thou muzzles, an was chawin ev'ry-
thin in sight-an, moreovermore, comm
our way, an not fur off, nuther. Nope,
we didn't wait none. Men an the ole
man les TUX all tn dust in tn box, hid
all tn stock we could, nailed up tn
shop-'twas stone-an Lit out fer Hen
dershotts { tell them. Thar Skerrett
leaves me, him havin tn fastest little
mustang in the kentry, an goes on
tell folks, ez many ez he kin
"wa-al, Hendershott's folks was
ready, real sudden, only Old 81, he
wouldn't go. SEE he: i hain't goin one
foot. This here's all I've got, 'cept tn
ole lady an Hetty, an I'm goin { stay
right here an hold it. Eff them wimmen
he'd me an no ranch they'd be wuss of
nor nothin.' An thar Ole 81 staid, an
bundled me n tn artist an the women
folks off fer Chloride quick. TIL VIM
men was in a light Vaughn, little Jose,
q Greaser kid, drivin, an two Greaser
girls on tn back seat. Me n Spenceley
nd the bronco back 'longside.
"'Long in tn afternoon, bout 8, we
looked over south, an here come Teller
on hossback, like a streak O. CREASED
lightnin, THROWN dust like tn very
dooce-an back O. him, bout two r three
miles, come bout dozen r fifteen fell
lers-near as we cd guess-also hckin
np big cloud.
"'Twas a 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 Injuns.
"Spenceley set his teeth an looked at
his guns, an so did l. Then he nd up t
tn Vaughn, give Hetty six shooter,
sayin somethin l didn't hear, and told
tn boy { make them mules fly. Then
he come back whar / wuz an SEE real
quiet, Dye think we kin hold 'em of
long 'nough, Mr.. HardenY / guessed
yes, but great Scott didn't wish / was
outer that
9TH lone chap come racin up. Twas
Perry Roane, whiter'n gravestone. He
didn't stop, only yelled 1niunsP an KEEP
on going, not stoppin t say 'Hellor t
Hetty in tn waggin-jes' KEEP on, headed
fer Chloride. Tn artist turned t me in
minute, with his mouth curled up an
SEE, 'Stampededr
1--WE waited, all ready for them In
juns, but when they come up tn blood
sort of come back t my heart agen,
cause we cd see a mile off tibet they
was white-surveyors an cowboys; some
stampeded themselves, we foun out
Things got quiet in day r so, fer 1t
happened tibet Uncle Sam he'd lot o
sojers lyin in camp near Chloride, an tn
way they KEEP them Injuns movin back
south was real lively.
oval, in q week r 80 up como Mister
Roane, jes z big ez life, an ez clipper,
an goes t Hendershott's when tn old
folks was at tn store and Spenceley out
ridin. Ireckon him n Hetty jes' he'd q
real lovely row. He he'd tn gall t tell
'er tibet he was jes' ridin fer doctor fer
a sick cowboy, an hadn't heard O. no In
juns. Hetty was onto him, though, an
talked real rough { the cuss, / reckon.
Bout 5 o'clock little Jose come ridin
{ tn store in hurry, an tole us he he'd
ben listenin { Hetty an Roane talkin,
an all of a sudden he heerd 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 of, 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', al lit out for Mineral
Point, whar Eph Hines, justice of tn
peace. lived. don't know how we come
t think of il; 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 { git 9 Mineral Point, fifteen
mile-bad trail too. When we got near
tn burg Ole 81 loosened up, an ef he
didn't cuss fer fifteen minutes I'm jay.
1--WE nd up { 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
T. Hetty, who was settin in q cheer,
lookin kind of pale, SEE, Gentlemen, let
me interjuce my wife
"'Twas this way: Roane-he's doin
time now-hednt drugged tn gyurl,
only gagged 'er, an, between thar an tn
point, he'd made 'er promise Z 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 Z marry him on tn spot, an she
done it.
mo, don't never play low on no ten
derfoot. n. L. Ketchum in San Fran
cisco Argonaut.