The Newtown bee., 1892-07-15
in doing as she did. Jim then proceed

ed:
 ssTh' other case l was thinkin' of is difrunt hull lot. Tn woman in it was bout tn same caiibre as tn other one, I reckon, but more perseverin'.
 It was up inDakoty ,too, ,this here case; over t Gilman, bout twenty miles firm Bessemer. was sheruff, then, an know ed ev'rybody in tn blame county. B. sides, tn gyurl was sorter relation O mine, how come t know g much about it.
 This here gyurl was dandy high stopper. Her op man was we'll fixed, an she'd went t school t St Louis, an was purity persnickety. Blame fine gyurl, stunnin' purity an nice, but persnickety, cause some O tn finest and best-fixed boys in tn county wanted Ter, an she turned up her nose at tn hull bilin'. Treated 'em all nice an' all that, but treated'em alike, W 'ich was unpleasant fer tn boys.
 The trouble was, I reckon, she'd ben readin' hull lot O blame trash, an 'x- pected some prince was comin' long t offer hisself, w'ich did happen, only he want no prince, 'xcept, mebbe, 'cordin' t her notion. It was blame dood firm somewhere East, th't struck town am got job t tn Cleveland smelter, keepin' time-a feller named, r callin' hisself, Ward Fortescue.
 He hadn't hardly struck tn camp b. e. | is mashed, most immejit. He was one O these slim, purity ducks th't c'n sing lots an put up real smooth talk, an make book love-one O these sweet warts th't feller aches t spank an kick. Is'pose it's women's natur' t git struck on 'em, cause they allus do.
 Anyhow, Fortescue, as he called his self, wades right in an rushes Name fer all he was worth, an Name she liked it all right, so 'twa'n't loEg fore she up an tells her folks th't him an her is goin' t git spliced. The ol' lady was tickled lots, cause Fortescue had lied her cons id'ble bout his folks, an how rich they was, an so on; but tn ol' man kicked right smart, tellin' Name th't Mister Dood had got t cough up his papers an show his hand, likewise givin' Smith names O people they cd write to fer recommends.
 Name, as I said b'fore, had sperrits herself, an she kicked hard, sayin' she was of age an her own boss, an cd do as she pleased; but tn or gent got hot in the collar an tol' her t shet up, w'ich she done, keepin' up heaps O thinkin' all tn time.
 Tn Of gent come t me an chinned awhile; then he went an seen Berry Wright, tn lawyer, an he writes some letters, w'ch for a wonder, one was an swered real prompt. Pinkerton's agency wrote th't tn description b'longed to chap named Ward th't was wanted in Michigan fer shakin' his wife an leavin' tn bank he worked fer in tn hole.
 I tuck tn letter an started fer Smiths, after I'd ct supper. On tn way up, here come Smith, like hen with Ter head cut off, shakin' hans with hisself, an tur ble 'xcited. Cause he'd ben t see Fortescue, t marry tn gyurl eff she didn't shed i'm.
 I tol' tn ol' gent bout tn letter an oth- CT evidence, aR' he felt better. Then we walked up t tn house an waded inter tn gyurl, provin' t her th't the cuss was as low lived scamp as they was out O jail. Dye think she keered? Oh, no. She jes' rips out at me, and you bet, she roasted me bad, windin' up b hopen' she'd never see me again. Then she turns on tn or gent with a lot O rot bout his slanderin' Fortescue, an how she loves the blame rascal, an is goin' t' foller i'm t tn devil, r somewheres.
 Tn next mornin', her an the dood was missin'. They went t tn next camp, got married by jestice O tn peace, an skipped. She wrote t tn ol' folks firm Denver, askin' t be forgiven, an sayin' how happy she was; but her pa wrote back sayin' she ed come home jes' wen she pleased, if she'd leave Ward-Smith called i'm Ward, w'ich was his name, sure 'nough-an' came t stay.
 Did she come? 1 shd say so. She stuck t Ward, an got treated like a dog for it.
  an raised Cain all sorts O ways-an' still she didn't kick none. We never give Pinkerton's any more inf'rmation, so Ward wasn't bothered none fir a couple O years. Then he up an run away i'm Name an tn kid, leavin' 'em nary red i; but it jes' happened he met feller th't knOwed i'm, an he was gently runned in an tux t Michigan. They socked it to m hard, too, cause his first wife's folks was riled up, an'the bank he'd stole from was likewise achin' t take fall out of i'm. ~'
 Name? She's at D'troit-I don't know how she got there-takin' in sewin' an' tryin' t keep her an tn kid alive till that skunk gifts out Q jail.
 Don't women beat th' very dooce!'
 And MT Hardin shook his head and sighed heavily.-[R. L. Ketchum in San Francisco Argonaut.