The Portland daily press., 1895-10-18


Well, the idea gains ground, an at last
gets to be quite e conspiracy. It's settled
wo plays it, with Dave Tutt to Go the
shootin.
An we makes the game complete,
says Jack Moore by grabbin Dave imme.
diate an ropin of him before the commit,
tee, which convenes all reg lar an decorous
III the Red Light saloon a-purpose, an we
all lines out like we're goin to hang him
for the KILN. Otherwise it don't look
nacheral no how, an she shorely detects
it's bluff.
SO we gets things all ready, an in the
middle of the afternoon when Jennie is
draggin her lariat around loose an moth
in much to do-'cause we amt amin to
disturb her none in her dooties touchin
them flapjacks an salt hoss-We all gets
over in the New York store an lays Jim
on some boxes an wagon cover over him
Tor corpse.
"'Cl'ar things out of the way along by
Jim's head, says Moore, who was takin
a big interest. We wants to fix things SO
She's goin to come when she gets the
news
when everything's ready Tut Moore,
who concloods it's well to have good
deal of shootin, bangs away with his
guns about four times apiece.
90 Jest shootin once or twice. says
Moore, might arouse her suspicious 1t
would be over heap too quick for the
real thing.
'The minute the shootin is ceased we
all takes Tut an surges over to the Red
Light to try him, a-pendin of which Dan
Boggs sa' nters over to the o. K. restaurant
an remarks all casool an carelesslike:
&C Dave Tut downs Jim Wallace a
minute back-good, clean gun play as
ever 1 sees too. Mighty big credit to both
boys, this yere is. No shootin up the
scenery an the bystanders, nor sech slob
berlin wark, but everything goes straight
to centers.
i" 'Whar is hep says Jennie, lookin
breathless an sick.
&C Jim remainder is in the New York
store, says Dan.
"'Is he hurt? she gasps.
"tI don't reckon he hurts none now,
cause he's done futtered from the perch.
Why, girl, he's dead-18 bullets, caliber
IS, 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 discour-
aged none says Dan, beginnin to feel
sorry for her we fixes the wretch SO his
murderin spirit won't be an hour behind
Jim's gettin in The strangles has him
in the Red Light maxim of plans to
stretch him right now
"We had just consoomed drinks all
round, an Enright was in the chair, an
we're busy settin up big front about
hearin the case, when Tucson Jennie, with
. serene as scares up surroundin things to
sech limit that five ponies hops out of
the corral an flies, comes chargin into the
Red Light, an the next instant she drifts
round TUFTS neck like so much snow.
"fWhat for a game do you call this,
anyhow says Moore, who's heap scan
dalized rs this yere maiden playin this
Campo
q sShe plumb locoed with grief, says
Dan Boggs, who follows her in, IAN she's
done got 'em mixed in her mind. She
thinks Dave is Wallace
&C That's it, says Cherokee. Her
minds stamped with the shock. Me an
Moore takes her over to Jim's corpse, an
that's shore to revive her.. An with that
Cherokee an Moore goes up to lead her
away.
&c Save him, Mr.. Enright, save hi1np
she pleads, still clingin to TUFTS neck like
the loop of lariat Don't let 'em hang
him! Save him for my saken
:" Hold on, jack says Enright, who is
lookin mighty thoughtful Jest every
body stand their hands yere till counts
the pot an notes who's shy. 1t looks like
we're cinchin the hull on to the wrong
broncho. Let me ask this young female
question. Young woman he says to
Tucson Jennie, be you fully informed as
to whose neck your hangin TOP
{" ITS Dave, amt itP' she says, lookin
all fearful in his face to make shore.
"Enright an the rest of us don't say
nuthin, but jest looks at each other. Tutt
Pushes up an looks pleased both at once,
but jest the same he puts his arms around
her like the dead game man he is.
'What'n you have, gents? Enright
says at last, quiet an thoughtful. THE
drinks is on me, barkeep.'
&C Excuse me, says Doc Poets, 'but as
the author of this yere pot l takes it the
p'sen is on me. Barkeep, set out all your
bottles
"'Gents,' says Jack Moore, I'm as
peaceful a man as ever jingled a spur OF
pulled gun in Wolfville, but as reflects
on the active part takes in this yere play
I won't be responsible for the results if
any man comes between me an payin for
these drinks. Barkeep, I'm doin this
myself
"Well, it's hard enoomeratin Jest
how many drinks we do have. Jim Wal
lace throws away the wagon cover an
comes over from the New York store an
stands in with us. 1t gets TO be a orgy.
" fOf course it's all right, says Enright.
'The camp wins with Tut instead of
Wallace; that's all. 1t Illustrates one of
them beautiful characteristics of the gen
tier sex too Yere's Wallace, to say nuth-
in of 90 others, as besieges an beleaguers
this yere female for six weeks, an she
scorns 'em. Yere's Tut, who amt sayin
a word, don't bat an eye nor wag year,
an she grabs him. 1t is such uncer-
tainties, gents, as makes the love Of
woman valuable,
you should have asked me-, says
Faro Nell, who comes in right then, an
rounds up close to Cherokee. Why, ]
could tell you two weeks ago Jennie's in