The sea coast echo. [volume] (Bay Saint Louis, Miss.) 1892-current, 1892-11-12

"He shorely air." agreed Lish Allen.
AN more AN that, fellers, he's one O.
the daintiest an delicatest kind err
judes, one O. them reg'lar bandbox sort
e. fellers what ort to be kept in er glass
case whar' no dust wouldn't git on
him"
You've sized him exactly, Lish,"
said old man Harter, with a loud,
hearty laugh, in which his companions
joined. You've hit the chap off TO
certainty. He's one O. them nice,
mincin', white-skinned fellows who'd
die If he got his hands soileds an who'd
think he was forever disgraced if he
had to do days work"
Wonder what the blamed fool come
up here for?'' third remarked. Gas
Harter says, it's plain work amt in
his line, an I'm dinged if he can make
livin' in this camp without work.
"Oh, maybe he lows to be gentle
man an let us support him." replied
Lish Allen, facetiously. 'Pickett's
Pint ort to support one gentleman,
shorely."
"Oh, of course" agreed Harter; IAN
reckon we'd all be powerful glad to
help do it. 1t 'ud be sich great
honor''
There was general laugh following
this witty remark, which was consid-
cred one of the best pieces of humor
Harter had ever originated.
I'll tell you what think more like
ly than that" some one said, when the
laugh was over.
whats that?" Lish asked.
'Why, l low he intends to marry the
old mans daughter an inherit the
mines.''
This remark was considered SO rich
that it was received with perfect
Storm of laughter.
Il reckon that thar idea Jest about
hits the case plumb center" Lish said
when he was able to speak, IAN Alb
Snow had better be lookin' out sorter
sharp or the first thing he knows he'll
come up 'thout sweetheart"
That's fact, Ab," agreed Harter,
"an' you'd best be maxim things safe.
If was you I'd have parson up here
an git spliced to Miss Pickett right
away. tell you, delays is dangerous,
an the first thing you know that thar
jude ill steal her away from YOU"
Reckon | do run a great risk, boys"
A b replied; 'but still guess I'll take
the chances for awhile. I'll keep my
eyes open, though, and if l find he's
getting the lead on me I'll try and head
him off. suppose there won't be any
danger for week or so, anyhow"
This speech was considered SO good
that another roar of laughter followed
it, which ended the conversation, as the
time arrived for the miners to begin
work, and they had other thoughts to
engage their attention.
The subject of the foregoing remarks
was a quiet, inoffensive young man,
fresh from the east, who had arrived
at Pickett's Point the night before.
The miners at the Point knew nothing
at all about him, save the fact that his
name was Will Martin, but he had
givcu them deadly offensc and won
their displeasure in two ways. First,
he had come into the camp dressed
almost fastidiously, a grave crime in
the old Nevada mining days; and,
secondly, he had refused to'drink with
them when he was cordially invited to
do so, and had even refused to mingle
with them at the saloon, crime for
which men had lost their lives.
There were not many women at
Pickett's Point, and of those that were
there Mary Pickett was decidedly the
flower. She was not only young, beauti-
fnl and rich, but she was gentle, kind
and good.
She was admired by every one in the
camp, and the rough, grizzled old
miners would have deemed it a great
honor and high privilege to have had
the pleasure of hanging anyone who
had dared to utter word against her.
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