The Pioche weekly record. [volume] (Pioche, Nev.) 1877-1900, 1893-06-01

was tough, tell ye. Samlnis. he's out
now, doin good bizness, an got his kids
at Bessemer, too, bgosh-an also behavin
hissel. But he was considerable broke
up wen tn woman shuck i'm"
Here Jim paused to refill his pipe, and
We took advantage of the opportunity
briefly to debate the question as to wheth-
tr or not Mrs. Sammis was justified in
doing as she did. Jim then proceeded:
9Th other case was thinkin of is diff.
f'runt hull lot. TIL woman in it was
bout tn same caliber as t'other one, I
reckon, but more perseverin.
'It was up in Dakoty, too, this here
case; over It Gilman, bout 20 miles firm
Bessemer. Twas sheruff then an knowed
everybody III tn blame county. B'sides
tn gyurl was a sorter relation O. mine,
how l came t. know s'much about it.
'This here gyurl was dandy high
stopper. Her ol man was well fixed an
she'd went t 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 all that, but
treated 'em alike, witch was unpleasant
fer tn boys.
1.-The trouble was, reckon, she'd ben
readin hull lot O blame trash, an
expected some prince was comm long t.
offer hisself. witch did happen, only he
want no prince, 'xcept, mebbe, 'cordin
t. her notion, 1t was blame dood firm
somewhere east tht struck town an got
job It tn Cleveland smelter keepin
time-a feller named r callin 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 th't en- sing
lots an put up a real smooth talk, an
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, SO 'twa'n't long fore she up an
tells her folks th't him and her is goin
t. git spliced. The ol lady was tickled
lots, cause Fortescue had lied t. her con-
sid'ble bout his folks an how rich they
was, an SO on; but tn ol 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 1 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 f. shet up, w'ich she
done, keepin up heaps O. thinkin all TIL
time.
9TH ol 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 th't tn description b'longed 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 or
head cut off, shakin hams 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 m.
81 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 t 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 ol gent with a lot O. rot
bout his slanderin Fortescue, an how
she loves the blame rascal an is 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 jestice o tn peace an
skipped. She wrote t. tn oil folks firm
Denver, askin t. 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 t. stay.
"Did she Gomez sh'd say no. She
stuck t. Ward an got treated like dog
for it. 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 feller
th't knowed i'm, an he was gently ruined
in an TUX t Michigan. They socked it to
m hard, too, cause his first wife's folks
was riled up, an the bank he'd stole from
was likewise achin t take a fall out of
i'm.
"Mame? She's at D'troit-I don't know
how she got there-tal1in in sewin and
tryin t. keep her an tn kid alive till that
skunk gifts out O Jail.
Don't women beat tn very doocer
And Mr.. Hardin shook his head and
sighed heavily.-R. L. Ketcham in Ar
gonaut.