The Wilmington daily Republican., 1895-09-12
wouldn't that mako her come a-runnin
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wouidn't that mako her come a-runnin
same as II 10 was shore enufr
T" 4 don't see why not, says Enright.
"Well, the idea gains ground, an at last
gets to be quite oonspir'oy. It's settled
we plays IT, with Dave Tutt TO do the
shootin.
IAN we makes the game complete,
says Jack Moore, by grabbin Dave imme
diate an ropin Of him before the commit
tee, wbioh oonvenss all reg'lar an decoroui
in the Rcd Light saloon a-purpose, an wt
all lines out like we're goin to hang him
for the KILN. Otherwise il don't look
nacheral no how, an she shoreiy detects
it's bluff
$50 we gets things all ready, an in the
middle OF the afternoon when Jennie II
draggin her lariat around loose an moth.
In much to do-'cause we amt amin te
disturb her none In her dooties touchlL
tbem fiapjaoks an salt hoss-we oil gets
over In the New York store an lays Jim
on some boxes an wagon cover over him
for a corpse.
"'Crar things out of the way along by
Jim's head, says Moore, who was talin
big interest. We wants to flx things SC
Jen gots at him easy. You hayr mel
She's goin to come when she gets the
news
when everythings ready Tut Moore,
who concloods it's well to have good
deal of shootin, bangs away with his
guns about four times apiece.
Jest shootin once or twice, says
Moore, might arouse her suspicious. II
would be over heap too quick for the
real thing
1.-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:
Dave Tut downs Jim Wallace 0
minute back-good, clean gun play as
ever l sees too. Mighty big credit to both
boys, this yero is. No shootin up the
scenery an the bystanders, nor sech slob
berlin wark, but everything goes straight
to centers.'
'Whar is heP' says Jennie, lookin
breathless an sick
i" 'Jim's remainder is In the Now York
store, says Dan.
"'Is ho hurty' she Rasps.
"I don't reckon he hurts none now,
cause he's done fluttered from the perch
Why, girl, he's dead-1s bullets, calibeI
45, plumb through him.
"'No, but Dave; is Dave shotp Tuc
son Jennie says, a-wringin of her small
paws.
"'Now, don't you go to feelin discom
aged none,' says Dan, beginnin to feel
sorry for her. We fixes the wretch SO his
nurderin spirit won't be an hour behind
Jim's gettin in. Tho strangles has him
in the Red Light maxim of plans tt
stretch him right now
I'VE had Just consoomed drinks all
round, an Enright was In the chair, az
we're busy sottin up big front about
hoarin the case. when Tucson Jennie With
n scrome as scarcs up surroundin things te
soch limit that Eve 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
what for game do you call this
anyhow says Moore, who's a heap scan
dalized. is this yere maiden playin this
campf'
"'She plumb locoed with grief says
Dan Boggs, who follows her in, AN she't
done got 'em mixed in her mind. She
thinks Dave is Wallace
" 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 IN Moore goes up to lead heI
away. - ..- 7.. 49,
"'Save him, Mr.. Enright, save hlmr
she pleads, still olingin to TUFTS neck like
the loop OF lariat. Don't lot 'em hang
him! Save him for my sabep
"' Hold on, Jack, says Enright, who IL
lookin mighty thoughtful. Jest every
body stand their hands yere till counts
the pot an notes who's shy. 1t looks liks
we're cinchin tho hull on to the wrong
broncho. Let me ask this young female a
question. Young woman he says tG
Tucson jennie, be you fully informed ar
TO whose neck you're hangin tor
It's Dave, amt itf she says, lookin
all fearful in his face 10 make shore.
"Enright an the rest of us don't say
nuthin, but jest looks at each other. Tutt
llusbes up an looks pleased both at once,
but jest the same he puts his arms around
her like tho dead game man he is.
'What'll you have, gentsf' EnriglIt
snys at last, quiet an thoughtful THE
drinks is on me, barkeep.'
" Excuse me, says Doc Peets, but as
the author of this ycro pot takes it tho
p'scn is on mo. Barkeep, set out all your
bottles
" 'Gonts,' says Jack Moore, I'm as
peaceful man as ever jingled spur or
pulled gun in Wolfvilie, but as reflects >
on the active part takes in this yerc play
won't be responsible for tho results IL
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 DO a orgy.
" of 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 go others, as besieges an beleaguers
this yere female for six weeks, an she
scorns 'em. Yere's Tut, who amt sayin
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 Noll, who comes in right then, nm
rounds up close to Cherokee. why, 1
could toll you two weeks ago .Iennle's in
love with Tut. Anybody could sce it,
Why, she's been feedin Of him twice rs
good grub as she does anybody elso -
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