Sullivan republican. [volume] (Laporte, Pa.) 1883-1896, 1892-05-27

-Tf" Nf.v Sne COOKS at tne stage
station, an she gives it out cold, she's
called Prescott-Mollie Prescott-an'
most likely she knows her name, an
knowed it year ago."
As Rosewood was historian of known
petulance, no one cared to challenge
either his facts or conclusions; so the
real name of "The Cactus" was accepted
by the Cinnabar public as Prescott.
"The Cactus" was personable lady,
comely and round; and her advent in
to Cinnabar society had caused some.
thing of flutter. Her mission was to
cook. and in the fulilment of her des-
tiny she presided over the range at the
o. X. Hotel. Being publicly hailed as
THE Cactus" seemed in no wise to de-
press her, and it is possible she even felt
a secret glow over an epithet which was
meant by the critical taste that awarded
it to illustrate those thorns in her nature
which repelled and held in check the
male of Cinnabar.
Women wear icwelry in Cinnabar, and
on her first coming "The Cactus" had
many admirers. Every man in camp
loved her the moment she stepped from
the Tucson stage six months before.
From the term ''every man," however,
a careful writer would except Rosewood
Jim. That obdurate scientist, given as
he was to the inner workings of faro as
a philosophy, had no time for such soft
and dulcet affair as love. Another thing,
Rosewood had scruples of honor born of
his business.
''Life behind deal-box is a mighty
sight too fantastic" quoth the thought
fu Rosewood, ''for family. 1t does
well enough for single-footers, which it
don't make much difference with, when
a player pulls his shooter an sends
'em shoutin' home to heaven some abrupt
But there amt no room for woman
with man who turns cards as pur-
SCOT"
As time went on, the score OF lovers
who sighed on the daily trail of 1.-THE
Cactus dwindled down to two. The
re- gaw out dispirited.
'Im clean strain enough" said Bill
Tut, in apolegetic description OF his
failure to persevere, "but knows when
I've got through. I'll play game to a
finish, but when it's down TO the turn
an my last chips gone over to the
dealer, why shoves my chair back an
quits. An it's about that Away of an'
coneernin' my love for this yere Cactus
girl. jest cau't get her none, an that
settles il. now drors out an gives my
scat to some one else. "
"That's whatever" said persoeage
known as Texas Joe. who was an inter.
ested listener to the defeated Mr. Tut,
''an' you can gaNbIe I'm with you on
them views. lsyes The Cactus my
se'f to iIightml degree. au' thar's times
Jest goes about whinin' for her; but
yere awhile back come projeetn' around
her kitchen, an 'bisgp comes a skillet
at my head, AN that let's me out. You
bet don't pursoo them explorations
round her no more. don't want TO get
my rope onto no woman who is that cal.
lous as to heave kitchen brio a. brac at
heart that's pantin for her."
Two lovers still knelt at the shrine Of
"The Cactus. These were hailed by
men OF Cinnabar respectively as Rice
brogn aud Riley brooks. A descrip.
slon Of Que would have besa q portrait
OF the other. They were young, good
looking, ot the breezy southwestern
type, tanned "A 10 face, aad 1.-the aud
Timber ~ black snakes as 20 person.
These sIlll held the affections OF "fhe
Cactus Ia siege and demanded eapitula.
tloa. That esllmable virgin paid aa
heed 20 their court, nor the comment Il
oalo0klng Clnaabaf. she pursued her
path Ia life sven and uamosed She
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