Santa Fe daily New Mexican. [volume] (Santa Fe, N.M.) 1885-1897, 1893-12-12


cause love We already. Call me Jess
"Lord. Lord! She We're delightful
creatur-tall nd slim, with black hair
md eyes the color of water. You sh'd
hev' heered her laf. Mother used to say
ct made her feel young agin to hear tibet
laf, ct was so good nd hearty.
Jess cd pull dory against any Teller
along shore. nd they all 'mired her after
tibet big shoal o hArrin come in late, md
she helped pick the nets cause they was
short O hands nd dories. She saved al
crazy Bills life one day when his boat
capsized in squall. Bill never forgot
that, cracked as he were. The little I'm,
Neddy, too, how she did love i'm! He
were fat, solemn looking little Teller,
onstidy on his legs nd jes' beginnin to
talk. Favored Sam, but he'd her eyes
bootiful eyes!
"Well, one mild, bright day in winter,
the Breezy agin dropped anchor in the
harbor. She he'd a fust rate haul O fish
aboard 'er, md they'd been very easy
trip.
"Sittin ct supper Peter i1ny brother
thet's deaO said the men off the Breezy
was raisin hi with their money down
to Jilly's. 81 Jilly KEEP the store then
nd sold bad whisky in a back room.
'Yeh didn't see Sam Weston with 'em,
did yeh2 mother asked, kinder anxious.
She was very fond O. Jess, mother was.
NO said Peter. He must hev' steered
straight home Mother give sigh O
relief nd asked us not to go a-nigh Jilly
md his crew tibet night. We humored
'er md staid to home. I member Peter
played on is Gordon all the evenin
Lord, how he did make the thing work
1t al'ays pleased mother nd father so.
"Long arter midnight, when we'd all
turned in, cd hear the singin nd howl.
in goin on down to Jilly's. Et must hev
been bout in the mornin tibet couple
o the devils come reelin by, yellin md
cussin. Then I fell asleep, nd the mex
thing knew I was sittin straight up in
bed a-list'nin. Et was knock tibet he'd
woke me-a knock ct our door, Quick
I jumped into my clothes nd run down
below. A secon knock come, so very
gentle tibet ct made me feel queer.
thought of the 'Moonfaced Lady nd the
'Wisitin Cod Not tibet rb'lieved them
yarns-Lord, no! I didn't unbolt the
door, but called out low: who is til
What d'yeh wantT
"No answer. Then agin, a little loud.
er: who is ct? Tell me what yeh want.
Nd a strange voice answered: It's me,
Jess. Let me in Nd l threw open
the door. In she walked with the boy
in 'er arms. 1t were Jess, nd yit it warnt
Jess. I didn't dare to speak. A fearful
look was in 'er eye. Mother was up by
this time md in the room. The gal walk.
ed straight up to 'er md put the boy in
'er arms. Mis- Jameson said she in
tibet cold, strange voice, Mis- Jameson
I've killed Sam. He wanted to strange
my baby. See! See! The black marks
on his soft little neck. drove knife
deep, deep, into the cruel heart, nd with
tibet she seemed to let go O 'erself, fell
right down on the floor screamin, nc
ct was all Peter md cd do to keep 'e1
from banging 'erself to pieces.
"Neddy begun to cry. He were
frightened, poor little fellerl md moth
er took i'm away, huggin i'm close
Father nd Jack Andrews pulled over tt
the islun nd come back lookin white nj
skeered. She done et,' was all fathe
cd say, she done et.' Then come som
black days-Jess carried off nd San
buried. Eft seemed the wagabond he,
gone home tibet night mad wi the drink
md he must have set out to strangle hi
boy. The marks were on i'm.
Some say Jess were murdress, nd the
she ought t. hev been hung, but I can
see ct in tibet light. Anyway they lie
'er be, nd ct warn't long afore she lei
this world o 'er own accord. Poo
creatur'! Poor suff'rin creatur'v'
"And the little fellow, what became O
hin?' I ventured to ask, breaking tn
long pause that followed the cap'ns las
words.
"The little fellert" repeated my friend
raising his bowed head and mechanical,
rolling a bit of thread. "Well, d'yel
see green dory over by the lighthouse
eyes, cap'n."
"And fine, strappin boy in 'er setti,
a lobster trapt"
eyes"
"Thet's the little Teller. Boston Tran
script.