Fairhaven herald. [volume] (Fairhaven, Wash.) 1890-????, 1893-03-24
A FLASH IN THE PAN.

an apple horn" from "Yisaiia." er a
rope" from lass ," er either of EN- from
a"mecarte." spose, now, y'd look at me
red eyed ef was T. tell y tibet I've done as
much twinin amongst tn chaparral as [
have on top o. tn bunch grass, an Topped
my lip over TIL chuck in greaser's adobe
a. often as Pve pounded my ear in Mon
tana shack
DO tell y soy No, pards, amt say.
IN word. But s'pos'n ! was, 'twouldn't
be tn first man, by a big crowd. thet's lit
out o. Texas between two days, fergittin
his own name before he got T. tn line, he
was In such rush
"Senoritas an tarantula juicep Thet's
tn pair T. draw to- "Nibs," an any man as
says y'r locoed, don't know straight up.
don't need e be told tibet amt got no
call e set up fer Professional beauty, an
didn't lay claim t any woman's havin fell
In love weth me Whut did say was tibet
women an bug juice did tn trick an / say
IL agin.
NOW, Jest spose "A man-not me, but an.
other teller-t' be pe8ceably shackin along
ON his mustang over one o. them big mesas
down there, when out from tn gates o. a
hacienda be WAS passin rode beautiful
creature not l6--they ripen early down
Herewith black hair, languishin eyes an
ahgger t set fire t tn heart o. any vaquero
that ever coiled "A rope, an dashin up Z Bill
Shocks turned loose her pleadin dark eyeo
ON him an said
Does tn caballero ride e tn rancho Of
Senior tn intendant o. tn herds o. tn Blaz-
tn Brazos2"
Good LordP' said Bill Shocks to him
self, this lays over me" But e her be said
In ms softest voice, good deal spoiled by
pretty steady "singin TO EN-" for number
Of years
Isl, senorta y can bet your sweet life he
does"
IAN will he charge himself with this, to
me, letter o. life an death, an deliver it
safely into the hand of one Don Henrico
Martinez at that ranchoY
That little cuss, Ben Martin, fer tn
whisky George, whut luck some men do
haveP said Shocks agin to himself But,
bein short on Spanish, he had T. git off
pretty much th same old gag . her
Isl senorita, y can bank on Hen-on
Don Henrico's gettin IT all right"
An | shall t tn Senior Cabaiiero my
thanks o. tn most deep, and prayers T. tn
Holy Mother Of heavenr with which polite
remark tn lady wheeled her horse an va
mosed az sudden as she come
Now, o. course, don't need to tell a crowd
q galoots thet's had tn experience tibet
you've Jest bin BLOWN about tibet Bill
hadn't got far-weth tibet letter o. life an
death" lyin snug in his inside vest pocket
before he found tibet tn bright eyes o. tn
lady o. tn hacienda had got him fast in a
Californy snare. But Shocks was a man O.
his word, an tn first thing he did on reachin
th' rancho O. tn Biazin Brazos was t take
q look around fer Hen Martin, tn smart
young clerk an accountant o. tn establish
ment
Martin was man o. simple habits an
easy G. find He was stretched In a ham
mock under big cottonwood, with a ciga-
rette in his mouth, dirty French novel in
his hand an a whisky cocktail close by.
BE was a handsome little cuss, born an
bred In Boston, where most o. tn company
stockholders lived, an though his services
wasn't very valuable it was understood q
be worth all it cost to his friends Z keep
him safely cached 3000 miles away from
home
Shocks havin delivered tn letter, Martin
chucked away his cigarette an preceded
read it, not noticin tibet Bill was still
standin there. Now, as told y, Bills af-
fections had taken such a strong delaweIt
around th lovely senorita tibet, not havin
much fear o. Hen Martin before his eyes, he
Jest naturally staid there Z see whut ID hap
pen, an in about minute Martin jumped
up, an pitchin his novel after bis cigarette
yelled out: oh, Lord, whut FIX Whut
an internal hxp'
"Whut's upy said Bill. There bein no
body else there he took tn view thet Mar
tin must a-spoke T. him.
"UpP' said Martin. iookin at Bill sort o
wild like. 'Eyerything's upl I'm up; up
treel Look here. Bill, y saw tibet girl
tibet sent me tn letter. We're in love,
Bill madly in love An at last she's con
sented T. go off with me, Listen. One 80
sdoredP Bother. tbet's not it I'm, um.
here you are
inject you on foot at 0 tonight. by tn
broken cross where tn roads meet, an fly
Z be parted neyerp
well" says Bill, 'whut's the matter
weth theti You'll fly. o. course, an every
thing'll be lovely"
"0h, Bill, can't haven't got any
money Pm dead broke, strapped, clean
bustedl | got my quarters pay on Friday,
an Willie tn Kid an Black Jose cleaned
me out at draw before night Oh, curse tn
luckl Bill, whut shall do, | love her sol
An she'll die weth shame an disappoint-
ment, fer she loves me jest as hardi Oh.
BILL BillP
How much d II takey" said Bill
About 800 Jest tn lot | dropped at
those cursed cards Enough . go north
an live on till We can bully her uncle out o.
some more She's an orphan an rich. IL
we was once married. he couldn't keep her
out o. 1t long"
I'm lend 1t to y !" said Bill.
Martin pulled himself up an giared at tn
other weth a blink o. manly spirit in his