The World. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1891-1896, 1892-02-05

ready. r1,l sudden. only Old 81. hs
| wouldn't 70. Sex he: 4 haint goin one
! foot. This here's all I've got, 'cept I'll
ole lady an Hetty, an I'm goin stay
right here An hold it. FL them wimmen
he'd me an no ranch they'd be wusa OF
nor nothin-' An thar Ole 81 etaid, an
bundled me n til artist an the women
! folks of fer Chloride quick. TIL VIM
men was In light Vaughn, little jose,
Greaser kid. drivin, an two Greaser
girls ON tn back seat. Ne n 6penceley
| rid the bronco back 1onggide.
"'Long in tn AFTERNOON, bout 3, we
looked over south. an here come Teller
ON hossbaclx, like streak o. creased
1ghtnin, THROWN dust like TIL very
dooce- IAN back o him, bout two r three
miles, come bout Il dozen r fifteen fell
lers--near as we cd guess--also kickin
up big cloud.
"HTwas 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 ket his teeth an looked at
his guns, an so did l. Then he rid up Z
tn Vaughn, give Hetty six shooter,
sayin somethin didn't hear, and told
| tn boy T. make them mules fly. Then
be como back whar / wuz an sez real
quiet, Dye think we kin hold EN- Of
long 'nough, Mr.. HardenY guessed
yes, but great Scotti didn't wish was
outer thatl
eth lone chap come racin up. Twas
Perry Roane, whiter'n q gravestone. He
didn't stop, on.y yelled 'Injunsr an KEEP
on going, not stoppin Z say 'Hellor I
Hetty in tn Vaughn jes' KEEP on, headed
fer Chloride. TIL 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 til blood
sort Of come back t. my heart agen,
cause we cd see mile off tibet they
was white--surveyors an cowboys; some
stampeded theirselyes, we foun out.
Things got quiet in q day r SO. fer it
happened tibet Uncle Sam he'd q 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 4 so up come Mister
Roane. jes z big ez life, an ez clipper,
an goes t. Hendershott's when TIL old
folks was at tn store and Spenceley out
ridin. reckon him n Hetty jes' he'd
real lovely row. He he'd ii. gall T. tell
'er tibet he was jes' ridin fer doctor fer
sick cowboy, an hadn't heard O no In
juns. Hetty was onto him, though, an
talked real rough T. the cuss, reckon.
s'Bout o'clock little Jose come ridin
T. tn store in hurry, an tole us he he'd
ben listenin t. Hetty an Roane talkin,
an all Of q sudden he heerd little
scream. Mex thing he seen Roane
carryin Hetty outer tn door an putin
Ter 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.
eth ole man an guessed tn same
thing--he'd doped tn girl with chlory-
form, r somethin', an Lit out for Mineral
Point, whar Eph Hines, . Justice Of TIL
peace, lived. don't know how we come
t think Of it; but ! he'd read o sech
things, an so had 81, I reckon. Lord,
but TIL ole chap looked tur'blei He
didn't say nothin, but he looked like he
was thinkin lots, an it didn't take men
him long T. git = 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 Pm jay.
I'VE 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
frustrated, but smilin. riz up, an pointin
t Hetty, who was settin in cheer,
lookin kind of pale, SEE, Gentlemen, let
me interjuce my wife
Twas this way: Roane hes doin
time nowhedn't drugged tn gyurl,
only gagged 'er, an, between thar an TIL
point, he'd made 'er promise t 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 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.