The Madison daily leader. [volume] (Madison, S.D.) 1890-current, 1893-05-10

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9Th other case / was thinkin OF is diff
frunt a hull lot. Tn woman In it was
bout tn same caliber as t'other one, !
reckon, but more perseverin.
at was up in Dakoty, too, this here
case; over Z Gilman. bout 90 miles firm
Bessemer. Twas sheruff then an knowed
everybody in tn blame county. B'sides
tn gyurl was q sorter relation o. mine,
how ] came t know s'much about 1t.
This here gyurl was o dandy high
stopper. Her oil man was wd3 fixed an
she'd went & school t. st. Louis an was
purity persnickety. Blame fine gyurl,
stunnin purity an nice, but persnickety,
cause some o. tn finest and best fixed
boys In tn county wanted 'er, an she
turned up her nose at tn hull bilin.
Treated 'em all nice an Ill that, but
treated 'em alike, witch was unpleasant
fer tn boys.
The trouble was, / reckon, she'd ben
readin o hull lot O blame trash, an
'xpected some prince was comm 'long&'
offer hisself, witch did happen, only he
want no prince, Except, mebbe, 'cordin
= her notion. 1t was a blame dood firm
somewhere east th't struck town an got
q Job Z tn Cleveland smelter keepin
time-a Teller named r calm hisself
Ward Fortescue.
HE hadn't hardly struck tn camp
b'fore him an Name meets each other an
is mashed, most immejit. He was one
o. these slim, purity ducks 'tht on sing
lots an put up o real smooth talk, an
make book love-one o. these sweet
warts tint o Teller aches t. spank an kick.
Ispoee It's women's natur' & git stuck
ON 'em, cause they allus do.
Anyhow, Fortescue, as he called his
sell, wades right in an rushes Name fer
all he was worth, an Name she liked 1t
all right, % 'twa'p't long fore she mp an
tells her folks th't him and her is goin
+ git spliced. The oil lady was tickled
lots, cause Fortescue had lied & her con-
sid'ble bout his folks an how rich they
was, IN 70 on; but tn oil man kicked
right smart, tellin Name th't 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.
Name. as I said b'fore, had sperrits
herself, an she kicked hard, sayin she
was OF age an her own boss, an cd do as
she pleased; but tn Of gent got hot in
the collar an tol her t. shet mp, witch she
done, keepin up heaps o. thinkin all tn
time.
''Th' oil gent come t me an chinned
awhile; then he went an seen Berry
Wright, tn lawyer, an he writes some
letters, witch, for a wonder, one was n
swered real prompt. Pinkerton's agency
wrote th't tn description blonged to q
chap named Ward tht was wanted In
Michigan fer shakin his wife and leavin
tn bank he worked fer in th' hole.
81 tuck tn letter an started fer
Smiths after I'd ct supper. On tn way
up, here come Smith, like q hen with 'er
head cut OF, shakin hams with hisself
an tur'ble 'xcited, cause he'd ben t. see
Fortescue, an Fortescue told i'm he was
dead sure & marry tn gyurl eff she didn't
shed I'M.
II toll tn oil gent bout tn letter an
other evidence, an he felt better. Then
we walked up t tn house and waded
inter tn gyurl, provin t. her th't the cuss
was as low lived a scamp as they was
out o. Jail. Dye think she keered? Oh,
no. She jes' rips ont at me, and You bet
she roasted me bad, windin up b. hopen
she'd never see me again. Then she
turns on th' oil gent with o lot o. rot
bout his slanderin F~ortescue, nm how
she loves the blame rascal an il goin T.
foller i'm t tn devil or somewheres.
9TH next mornin her an the dood was
missin. They went T. tn NEXT camp, got
married by q jestice o. tn peace an
skipped. She wrote t tn oil 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 W~ard-Smith
called i'm Ward, witch was his name,
SURE 'nough--an came & stay.
did she conner Ish'd say no. She
stuck t Ward an got treated like a dog
for 1t. He used t. get drunk 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 FIR a cou-
pie O. years. Then he up and run away
FIN Name an tn kid, leavin 'em nary
red; but it jes' happened he met a Teller
th't knowed i'm, an he was gently ruined
in IN TUX T. 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 q fall out Of
i'm.
Name? She's at D'troit-Idon't know
how she got there-takin in SEWN and
tryin Z keep her an tn kid alive till that
skunk gifts ont o. Jail.
Don't ONE beat tn very doocet'
And Mr.. Hardin shook his head and
sighed heavily.-R. L. Ketcharn in Ar
gonaut.
spent $50, 900 to Match q Col M.
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