The Opelousas courier., 1895-11-30

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Sometimes 1 thinks l corrals her an
then agin it looks like l amt in it.
Jest now I'm feelin' some detected
"'Something oughter be schemed to
settle this yere,' says Enright. 1T
keeps the camp in a fever an maybe
gets serious
"'If some body would only prance in,
says Doc Poets, and shoot Jim up
some, you'd have her easy. Females is
like a rabbit in a bush pile-you have
to shake things up a lot to make EN-
come out. Now, if Jim was dyin' an
she cares for him, she's bhorely goin'
to show her hand
Il wants to pause right yere to OBJ
serve Doc Poets was the smartest an
best edicated man I aver sees in my
life. An what he don't know about
squaws is valueless as information.
But to proceed:
THAT'S right says Cherokee Hall,
but Of course it amt goin' to do to
shoot Jim none
81 don't know says Jim. 4 stands
creasin' a little too quick if I'm shore
it fetches her. d.
"'What for a game says Cherokee,
would it be to jest play like jim was
shot? Wouldn't that make her come a.
runnin' same as If it was shore enuff?
~ don't see why not says Enright.
"Well, the idea gains ground an at
last gets to be quite a conspir'ey. It's
settled we plays it. with Dave Tut to
do the shootin'.
IAN we makes the game complete
says Jack Moore, by grabbin' Dase
immediate IN ropin' of him before the
committee, which convenes all regular
and decorous in the Red Light saloon
a purpose: an we all lines out like
we're goin' to hang him for the kill
ing? Otherwise it don't look nacheral
NJ how, and she shorely detects it's a
bluff
$50 we gets things all ready an in
the middle of the afternoon when Jen-
ME is drag giu' her lariat around loose
an nothin' much to do-'cause we amt
comm to disturb her none in her
dooties touching them hapjacks an
salt hoss-we all gets over in the New
York store an lays Jim on some boxes
an a wagon cover over him for a
corpse.
"'Cl'ar things out OF the way along
by Jim's head says Moore, who was
taking a big interest. We want to
fix things SO Jen gets at him easy. You
hyar me? She's goin' to come STAN
pedin' in yere like a landslide when
she gets the news.
"When everything's ready Tut and
Moore, who conclooss it's well to have
a good deal of shootin', bangs away
with their guns about four times
apiece.
"'Jest Shootin' once or twice. says
Moore, might arouse her suspicious.
1t would be yer a heap too quick for
tho real thing
1.-THE minute the shootin' is ceased
we all takes Tut and surges over to
the Red Light to try him; a pendin'
of which Dan Boggs santers cver to
the o. X. restaurant an remarks, all
~casooal an careless like:
"'Dave ,rutt down. Jim Wallace a
minute back-good clSan gun play as
ever | sees, too. Mighty big credit to
both boys this yere is. No shootin' up
the scenery, an the bystanders, MOI
sech %slobberin' work, but everything
goes straight to centers.'
"'Whar is hep says Jennie, lookin'
breathless an sick.
":Jim's remainder is in the New York
store said Dsh.
lis he hiugt??' she gasps.
~ don't reckon he hurts cause
he's done futtered from the perch.
Why, girl, he's dead-eighteen bullets,
caliber 45, plumb through him.
".No, but Dave! Is Dave shot?' Tue
son Jennie says, a~-wringin' of her
small paws.
Now, don't you go to feelin' dis
couraged none, says Dan, begiunin' to
feel sorry for her. we fixes the wretch
SO his murderin' spirit won't be an
hour behind Jim's gettin' in. The
Strangers has hun in the Red Light
maxim plans to stretch him right now
I'VE had just consoomed drinks all
round an Enright was in the chair,
an we're busy settin' up a big front
about hearin' the Ease, when Tucson
Jennie with a scream as scares up sur
roundup things to scch a limit that
five ponies hops out OF the corral an
flies, comes chargin' into the Red
Light, an the next instant she drifts
around TUFTS neck like so much snow.
What for a game do you call this,
anyhow says Moore. who's . heap
is this yere maiden play
in this Campo
"'She's plum locod with grief. says
Dan Boggs, who 4sollers her in. AN
she's done got 'emJmixed in her mind.
She thinks Dave is Wallace
That's it. says Cherokee. Her
minds stampeded with the shock. Ne
Moore takes her over to Jim's
an that's shore to revivesher.
An with that Cherokee and Mooreeoes
up to lead her away.
Save him, Mr.. Enright, ! ' him.
pleaded, still clingin' to TUFTS
neck like the loop OF q lariat. Don't
let 'em hang him! Save him, for nv
sAke!'
Hold on, Jack, says Enright, who
. lookin' mighty thoughtful. .Jest
1vsrybody stand their hands ysre TIL
losnts tho pot m mates who's shy. ~