Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1895-10-13

be plenty testified in takin' odd that as
frequent as a squar man gets shot too
hard to hold his gun, an me see 1t, |
backs his play with mine. He don'n
slip from his saddle none while / can
hold him thar; go gamble on 1t.
never seed no more churches than cal
abooses-no more preachers than po-
lice, but l saveys when to hep pard
withouten no teachin'.
"Speakin' of preachers an police, do
you know I alters allows they must
somehow belong to the same outfit;
cause wharever you cross to trail OF
one you'll shorely find the hOof prints
OF the other They seems to come
West together, they do. Well, | s'pose
they're workin' the same roundup, an
it's all right, an proper, TOO; the
preachers are ridin' the ridges and
mesas, an the p'hce, the valleys an
dark. sinful canyons of human life;
but they're both a brandin' with the
same runin'-iron for decency an law.
1--WE gone on yere heap about dom
Of benevolences, an l recalls a little
missionary play ii come our way TO
make down in Wolfville, Ariz., some
years back on the trail. The victim is
this we're charitable cloud burst was a
woman.
This yere episode l hereby relates
was this way 1t was jest about the
| fourth drink time, as you-alls say,
eight A. NJ, an band Of us was stand
in an stamping round the bar of the
| IT, &c N
minds, when up comes the stage from
Tucson. Old Monte was a lookin'
mighty dignified, an poppin' his whip
like the crack of 49, whereby he was
maxim camp with his outfit on the dead
gallop; an to us lookln' on, these we're
signs was plenty plain he had a squaw
inside.
well the stage stops, an as soon as
the door IS open out capers as nice a
little girl as ever pulled a dress on
over her head. She was put up in
black an looked some pale and tired, as
she shorely has call to, a-ridin' with
such an inebriate forty miles as Old
Monte, an the minute she's out she
goes into the stage office.
THAT young female says Doc Poets
an you can bet your mocassasins
Doc Poets knowed his business every
trip-'is undoubted heap elegant, but
whatever she's meditatin' when she
comes ropin' at a camp like this is a
stack too many for me. Whatever do
you think youse'f, Enright?'
"T shorely has to pass hand like
that says Enright. AT the same time
| deplores a pore rank stranger like
this we're young woman, strikin' camp
an no one to meet an spread blanket
for her. Now yere's Nellie Enright
continues. turnin' at Faro Nell, who's
gettin' her nose paint with the rest an
stands lookin' on, an II strikes me as
a good safe play for Nell to go hold a
pow-wow with her, Nell bein' person
of tact an likewise female, all SINH
lar 10 the other. Meanwhile, we stands
our hands, till Nell comes scoutin'
round to us agin.'
Me go talk to hero says Nell, well
I'll Jest fool you up whole lot. You
hear me! | don't go near her. Not
as I'm none too good continues Nell
a shown of her big sombrero back kim
der Uneasy, but if youalls had as much
savey as some prairie dogs you'd know
mighty we'll this yere lady wouldn't
talk to no such cattle as me-
Just then this yere strange girl
comes to the stage station door an
looks out.
"'She's sendin' up signal smoke
now SAYS Doc Peetes, AN Pm all OWN
| I'll pint I'D that way an see whatever
is up anyhow So Doc threw his belt
and gun behind the bar an up he goes
Jest as placid as a sod house. We was
all watchin' him, an the bow he rpakes
when he throws his rope for her makes
us feel pround, cause we sees the camp
wasn't goin' to get the worst of it.
"'Well. people, says Cherokee Hall
we're all some nervous an stampeded
so s'pose we absorb some beverage
pendin' Docs return|
I'VE gets our whiskey an sets round
not thinkin much, and bimeby in hall
an hour Doc comes In.
"'Gents, he says. 1T devolves on this
! we're camp to make a mighty delicate
play. This yere maiden, who this day
hops into our midst, is broke-clean
busted; nary single centous in her
warbags. A brother of hers, she says
with no brands or year marks, strays
onto this range two years back. She
saws his name was Good-Jim Good
an they tells her in Tucson he's over
we're. | recalls this yere maverick
myself as a man who gets downed over
in Red Dog last summer, grabbin' OF a
bet in a faro game. OF course, I'm
plenty cunnin AN don't divulge none
about this short horns death; but puts
it up guileful as how he's gone som ers
else. | allows he has plenty Of dust an
is rollin' POGO high when he makes his
! last camp with us.
"'This yere,' continues Poets, pleas
es her. She says she got whole out
fit of relatives in Frisco and figgers he's
gone there; an says she'll go too as
soon as she done earns the dinero to
take her. There's how the deal stands
an wants your action / wants to say
| in closin' that when | sees the joy q
gleamin' in her eye when lets go the
| lie about her brother, / makes up my
mind immediate to formulate and tell
her some more
cts unfortunate says Enright, AT
a crises like this that the simple life
of Wolfville don't afford a multitoode
of trials by which a young woman OF
i report an rectitood may travel safe to