Marble Hill press. (Marbel [sic] Hill, Mo.) 1881-1923, 1895-10-10

didn't stop to argyfy none with this
! here misguided varmint,' fur there
was look in his eye (he on'v had
one good 'up), what seemed to say,
'thars goln' ter be a one-ring circus
here pooty soon, and | counts on
you ter pervide the amusement !
"Wu, ! wa ut in no rood jist
then to debate with this here coyote
on the silver question. nor the NOR
ality o TriIby, bein' or'y pervidc
with shotgun. J iist gin Mary
Belle Il hOof IN the porterhouse an
off we cahoots.
"Now, my mar kin do some tall
runnin' when she's mind, an win
the gate money agin an ordinary
cyclone, but she's onsartin in her
schedule at times.
This was one Of her off days, fer
we hadn't made more'n Il hundred
yards fore she sot a foot in a prairie
dogs burrow and | kisses the sod
all sproddled cut.
"Of course | gets my gun up as
quick as could, fur [ see that one
eyed critter on the Mexican plug
a-comin' at me like a shot outen 2
gun.
"WaI, would you believe it, J
finds that | left all my shot to hum,
an amt got nary Il thing to feed
the weepon with but powder, an
lnot much O that"
"That was q dangerous predioa-
\ ment to be in," ventured the doe
tor.
"Wal, you'd ha' thought so eff
! you'd ben thar. What do ye sup
pose done? My thinkers hung on
a ha'r trigger, so down the barrel
O. my shootin' iron pours the hull
, box O. your pills an rams 'em down
; Jest as that .''ere land pirate shows
! his red nose above the dust lei
him have the hull cargo plumb in
the waist-band.
"Mebbe he didn't yell! Oh, no
He lets loose howl like a she bal
with q load of buckshot in hel
n trowsers. The last \ sen q Ina
Cd sase Is ! sashays Oii os
Mary Belle hs swsrs Z aehawip Il gaas Az
like ! hungry fBsave- 8 " I u \,
The major paused and expeeto
rated with deadly precision at
le beetle crossing the floor.
"Me an Mary didn't let up unit
we draws in at the Gringo's rancl
J. on Four Forks. I were powerful
hungry, an after film away m,
IL grub stalker I turns in an sleeps til
sleep of a man whats benefited hi
community. The fust thing / see
Id when I lines up to the bar in tn
mornin' was old One Eye O the da
before. He knowed me to once
and didn't seem scared none.
IT. "tNominate yer nose paint h
sings out mighty friendly.
Il bearin' him. no i'll will, bu
s, keepin' a finger on my gun (whic
g' the same day I'd borrv'd), "
c!inks glass simultaneous like Ion
'e! lost brothers.
"'Now,' I says, the compliment
ms benz exchanged, whatever pla
was you arter maxim yestidd
a-comin' at me with sich an end
cent exposure O six shooters!'
of "'Stranger' he says, a tear gat
,e, erin in his good eye, i shorel
'e- hopes that 'ere amoosin' little du
re- won't be treasuredup agin me. Y
of see, I'd jest been held up by swan
ms fever, and some hyener takes tt
chance to elope with my on'y hos
L." So what does l do but git outen be
Is. load up with mescal and take t
lie. trail. Bein' filled with this he
fever an Greaser whisky, folle
he off the wrong wagon track. Cons
quently when I sights your mar
takes her to be my own, and pt
re- cedes to git out my shootin' Caller
ny Bein' wobbly on the draw at t
Ye time, you gifts the drop on me wi
in a broadside below the belt
ION "'Wal, it don't seem to ha' spill
vas your machinery, old man. | sa
in as he percedes to salute his nc
the with drink that might ha' bath
I'M baby.
put Stranger he says, his lone e
ich film, it done me good. / hal
int no fever and feel like a yearl
a colt. knowd iron were good
me the blood in the spring, but lo
O. buckshot sich as you gin me
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