Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1895-06-30
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yes" said the old gentleman as he
munched a meditative Glove, there
amt much paw and below, head-dowh-
an'-tail-up business to COWBOY
Speakin' general an not allowln' tor
them infooences which disturbs none,
he's as passive as a fried fish.
about sixteen years ago before l
abides in Wolfville. | was pesterln'
round Vegas with Bill Lockridge, who
was workin' a small bunch of 7-bar-k
cattle way over on the Vermejo. wed
been slashin' round the Plaza all day,
lndin fault with the whisky an amoo-
sin ouselves at our own expense, an
along about five o'clock in the eyenln
Bill allows he's some sick of sech re-
wells. an concloods he'll pint up among
the 'dobys explorin' of Oldtown lot.
So we all goes in concert. l wasn't
frothin' ali the mouth none to go my
self, not seem no relaxation pokn
about permiscus among a passed. of
Mexicans. an me loathin of 'em mach
eral: but | goes, amin to sorter ride
herd on Bill, which his disposition is
some free an various an liable to mix
him into trouble. Not that Bill is bad;
none whatever, but bein' seven or eight
drinks ahead of that Plaza whisky
makes him feel gregar'ous and friend
": an he's cap'ble of goin' about a.
claimin' of acquaintance with people
he don't know at all, an feelin way
hostile when the stranger has symp-
toms of doubt.
so 1 goes along; Bill a-warblin'
The Dyin' Ranger in several keys.
"The senoras and senoritas a-hearin'
of the row would look out an smile, an
Bill would wave his big hat an whoop
from rapture. If he starts toward 'em,
amin for a powwow-which he does
frequent, bein' mighty amiable man
that way-they gives squawk tmme-
diate an shets the door. Well, Bill
goes on then. Maybe he gives the door
a kick or two, informin' 'em of his dis
content. but that's all. All at once,
while we're proylin' up one of them
spacious alleys Mexican thinks is a
street, we comes UP on a Italian with
an organ which he is grindin" This
we're organ amt so bad an I've heerd Z
heap worse strains. AS soon as Bill
sees him he tries to figure on dance,
but no one will dance with him.
"Tn which event. says Lockridge,
I plays a lone hand
so Bill puts up small dance, like a
Navajo, accompanin' of himsef with
whoops. But the Dago can't play
BilPs music. so the ball comes to halt
Whatever is the matter with this
Gimme the music for green corn
dance an don't make no delay
This yere man can't play no green
corn Dance l says.
He can't. can't he?' says Bill
mighty scornful. wait till he tries.
know this man of yore. l meets him
two years ago in Druce's, an me an
him has quite time
Whatever is his name, then" l
asks.
"'Antonio Marino,' says the Dago.
Marino' says Bill, that's right I
recalls it because it makes me think
fust he's a sheep man, an l gets quite
hostile
q never see you says the Dago.
"'Yes. you did says Bill You jest
think you didn't see me. We has
drinks together an goes out an shoots
up the town arm an arm like brothers,
But the Italian insists he never |
sees Bill. This makes Bill ugly a lot,
an before l can get to stop it he Gus
an before I can get to stop it he outs
into the organ.
These yere tunes l hear so far
says Bill, is heap too frivolous, an l
fggers this oughter improve EN-
when Bill shoots the Italian man
leaves the strap as holds him to the or
gan over his head an flies. Bill ketch-
es the music box, keepin' 1t from fallin'
an after awhile begins turnin' the
crank to try it, 1t plays all right, only
ever now and then there's a hole into |
the melody like it had lost a tooth!
This yere's good enough for dog
says Bill, a-twis.in' away on the organ.
Where's Merino? Whatever is the
matter with him? Why didn't he !
stand his hand?
But Meriso amt here no more, so
Bill allows it's a shame to let it go on
that way. an Mexicans sufferin' for
music. SO he straps on the tuneboX
and goes around from one dolby to an
other a-turnin' of it loose.
"'How long did this yere MerinO
turn aut his tunes, said Bill, before he
collects? However, | made new rolls
for the game right we're. I plays them
cadences for five minutes and then |
gifts action on 'em for five. I splits even
with these Mexicans, which is shorely |
fair"
so Bill twists away for five minutes
an me a-timin' of him, an then leans |
the hugag up agai' a dolby, an starts |
to collectin'. ed go up to some house |
hold a-whirlin' his gun like a pinwheel
and at the mere sight of him the mem |
bers gets that generous they even at |
tempts to negotiate loans and give EN-
to Bill. they're that ambitious to don
nate.
One times he runs up band OF tow
erists. who was sorter' trackin' round |
an lookin' at things, an they comes up !
an listens awhile. They was turnin' to |
go away just before the collectin' time
Hold on says Bill pickin' up his
Colt often the toy of the organ; I've
seed people turn that Jack in church. |
but you bet you can't jump no game OF
mine that way. So jest you all line up
agin' the wall until tucks the blankets
in on this yere outbreak in Fiat I'M
workin on an I'll be with you
so when Bill winds up he goes along
the line of them trembling towerists an
collects 81.
They was amin to get away with |
al their nocturnes. an 'peggios an ar
las. oan' not say nothin' says Bill, but
they can come no twist like that an me
q ridin' herd. None whatever!