Pawtucket tribune. (Pawtucket, R.I.) 1890-189?, 1893-04-12


b'fore him an Name meets each other an
is mashed. most iinmejit. He was one
O. these slim, purity ducks th't en- sing
lots an put up a real smooth talk, Gn
make book love-one o. these sweet
warts th't feller aches t. spank an kick.
s'pose it's women's natur' t git stuck
ON 'em, cause they allus do.
"Anyhow, Fortescue, as he called his
self, wades right in an rushes Name fer
all he was worth, an Name she liked it
all right, 80 'twa'n't long fore she up an
tells her folks th't him and her Is goin
t. git spliced. The oil lady was tickled
lots, cause Foitescue had lied T. her con-
sid'ble bout his folks an how rich they
was, an so on; but tn oil man kicked
right smart, tellin Name tht Mister
Dood had got t cough up his papers
an show his hand, likewise givin Smith
names Of people they cd write to fer
recommends.
"Mame. as ! said bfore, had sperrits
herself. an she kicked hard, sayin she
was of age an her own boss, an cd do as
she pleased; but tn oil gent got hot in
the collar an tol her t shet up, witch she
done, keepin up heaps O. thinkin all tn
time.
9Th oil gent come T. me an chinned
awhile; then he went an seen Berry
Wright, tn lawyer, an he writes some
letters, witch, for wonder, one was an
swered real prompt. Pinkertons agency
wrote tht tb' description b1onged to a
chap named Ward th't was wanted in
Michigan fer shakin his wife and leavin
tn bank he worked fer In tn hole.
II tuck tn letter an started fer
Smiths after I'd ct supper. On tn way
up, here come Smith, like hen with 'er
head cut off, shakin hans with hisself
an tur'ble 'xcited, cause he'd ben t see
Fortescue, an Fortescue told i'm he was
dead sure t marry tn gyurl eff she didn't
shed IN.
Il tol tn ol gent bout tn letter an
other evidence. an he felt better. Then
we walked up t tn house and waded
inter tn gyurl, provin e her th't the cuss
was as low lived scamp as they was
out o. Jail. Dye think she keered? Oh,
no. She jes' rips out at me. and you bet
she roasted me bad, windin up b. hopen
she'd never see me again. Then she
turns on tn oil gent with a lot o. rot
bout his slanderin Fortescue, an how
she loves the blame rascal an is goin t
foller i'm { tn devil or somewheres.
9Th next mornin her an the dood was
missin. They went t tn next camp, got
married by jestice O tn peace an
skipped. She wrote t tn ol folks firm
Denver, askin { be forgiven an sayin
how happy she was, but her pa wrote
back sayin she cd come home jes' wen
she pleased if she'd leave Ward-Smith
called i'm Ward, witch was his name,
sure 'nough-an came & stay.
"Did she come? sh'd say no. She
stuck T. Ward an got treated like dog
for it. He used t get drank and 'buse
Name, an raised Cain all sorts o. ways
an still she didn't kick none. We never
give Pinkerton's any more inf'rmation,
so Ward wasn't bothered none f'r a cou-
pie o. years Then he up and run away
fm Name an tn kid, leavin 'em nary
red; but it jes happened he met feller
th't knowed i'm, an he was gently ruined
in an TUX { Michigan. They socked it to
IN hard, too, cause his first wife's folks
was riled up, an the bank he'd stole from
was likewise achin t take fall out Of
i'm.
"Mamei She's at D'troit-I don't know
how she got there-takin In SEWN and
tryin t. keep her an tn kid alive till that
skunk gifts out o jail.
Don't women beat tn very doocel'
And Mr.. Hardin shook his head and
sighed heavily.-R. l.. Ketcham in Ar
gonaut.