The World. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1891-1896, 1892-02-12

"Wa-al. Hendershott's folks was
ready, real sudden. only Old 81. he
wouldn't go. SEE he: 4 hain't goin o4ie
foot This here's all I've got, 'cept til
ole lady an Hetty, an I'm goin t stay
right here an hold it. Ef 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. Tn vim
men was in light Vaughn. little Jose,
Greaser kid, drivin, an two Greaser
girls on tn back seat Me N Spenceiey
rid the bronco back 'longside.
"Long in til AFTERNOON. bout 3, we
looked over south, an here come Teller
on hossback, like 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 kickin
up a 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 lnjuns.
"Spenceley Set his teeth an looked at
his guns, an so did l. Then he rid up t
tn Vaughn, give Hotty six shooter,
sayin sometlin | didn't hear, and told
tn boy t. make them mules fly Then
he come back whar / wuz an seq real
quiet, Dye think we kin hold 'em off
long 'nough, Mr.. Harden | 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 Injuns!' an KEEP
on going, not stoppin t say 'Hellor u
Hetty in til waggin-jes' KEEP on, headed
fer Chloride. TIL artist turned T. me in
minute, with his mouth ourled up an
seq, 'Stampededv
eve 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 tnet they
was white-suryeyor an cowboys; some
stampeded themselves, we foun out.
"Things got quiet in a day r 50, fer it
happened tibet Uncle Sam he'd lot o
sojers lyin III 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 q big ez life, an ez clipper.
an goes t. Hendershott's when til old
folks was at tn store and Spenceley out
ridin Ireckon him n Hetty jes' he'd
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 t. the cuss, reckon.
"Bout o'clock little Jose come ridin
t tn store in a hurry, an tole us he he'd
ben listenin t Hetty an Roane talzin,
an all of 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, + 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 l he'd read O. sech
things, an SO had 81, reckon. Lord,
but tn ole chap looked turble. 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
trail too When we got near
tn burg Ole ST loosened up, an eff he
didn't cuss fer fifteen minutes I'm jay.
1--WE rid up t Hines, ready t shoot,
an 81 kicked tn door open, an there, on
tn floor, lyin tied hams an feet, was
Perry Roane-an Spenceley, kind of
Illustrated, but smilin, riz up, an pointin
t Hetty, who was settin in cheer.
lookin kind of pale. seq, Gentlemen, let
me interjuce my wife
"'Twas this way: Roane-he's doin
time now-hedn't drugged tn gyurl,
only gagged 'er, an, between thar an tn
point, he'd made 'er promise t marry
him an make no fuss, + 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 t marry him on tn spot. an she
done it.
mo, don't never play low ON no ten
derfoot. r. l.. Ketchum in San Fran.
cisco Argonaut.
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