Pawtucket tribune. (Pawtucket, R.I.) 1890-189?, 1895-08-21
wouIdn't that mako hcr pome a-runnin
same M II 10 wsss shore enufY

samo ~ II it w.s shore enufr
~ don't see why not, says Enright
"wcll, the idca gains ground, an mt last
gets 10 bo quite q coDspir'cy. It's settled
we plays IL, with Dave Tut to do the
shootin.
" AN we makes tho game complete
says jack Moore by grabbin Dave immo-
dato an ropin of him before tho commit.
tee, which conyenos all reg lar nn docoroua
In the Rcd Light saloon a-purpOso, m wa
all lines out liko wore goin to hang him
for tho KILN, Otherwise 10 don't look
nacheral no how, AN sho shorely detects
It's bluff
so W. gets things all ready, an I'm the
middle Of tho afternoon when Jennie II
draggin her laria. around loose AN moth
In much 10 do--'causo we amt amin 10
disturb her none in hGr dooties tOuchin
them flapjacks an salt hoss--we all gets
over In the New York store an lays jim
on some boxes AN IA wagon cover over him
for "a corpse.
"'Clar things out Of the way along by
Jim's head, says Moore who was takin
a big interest. We wants To fix things So
Jen gets at him easy You hayr me,
She's goin to como when she gets tho
news.
"When cvorythings roady Tut Moore,
who concloods it's well TO have good
deal Of shootin, bangs away with hi1
guns about four times apiece.
" Jest shootin once or twice. says
Moore might arouse her suspicious. IL
would bo over heap too quick for tho
real thing
"Tho minute the shootin IL ceased we
all takes Tutt an surges over to tho Red
Light to try him, a-pendin Of which Dan
cai mt t..t th.n ma
| an remarks all casool an carelesslike:
Dave Tut downs Jim Wallace a
minute back-good, clean gun play as
ever / sees too. Mighty big credit TO both
boys, this yere Is. No shootin up tho
scenery an tho bystanders, nor scch slob-
berlin wark, but everything goes straight
| to centers.
"'Whar is hep says Jennie, lookin
breathless an sick.
'Jim's remainder Is In the New York
store says Dan.
"'Is he hurtY she gasps.
"I don't reckon he hurts none now,
cause he's done huttered from the perch
| Why, girl, he's dead-l8 bullets, calibef
45, plumb through him.
"'No, but Dave; Is Dave shotr 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 30 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 oonsoomed drinks all
round, an Enright was IN tho chair, an
we're busy settin up a big front about
hearin the case. when Tucson Jennie, with
a 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.
What for a game do you call this,
| anyhow says Moore, who's a heap scan
-1alized. Is this yere maiden playin this
camp?'
{" She plumb locoed with grief, says
Dan Boggs, who follows her in AN she's
| 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 an Moore goes up to lead her
away.
"'Save him, Mr.. Enrieht, save himr
she pleads still clingin to TUFTS neck like
the loop of lariat. Don't let EN- hang
him! Save him for my sake!'
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 like
we're oinohin the hull on to the wrong
bronoho. Let me ask this young female q
question. Young woman, he says to
Tucson Jennie, be you fully informed as
to whose neck you re hangin tor
It's Dave, amt it?' 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. Tut
Aushes 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 gentsT Enright
says at last, quiet an thoughtful. Tho
drinks Is on me, barkeep.
Excuse me, says Doc Peets, but az
the author Of this yere pot takes 1t 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 spur or
pulled gun In Wolfville, but as 1 reflects
on the active part takes In this yere play
won't be responsible for the results II
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. II gets to be a orgy.
OF course It's all right says Enright
The camp wins with Tut instead o.
Wallace; that's all. 1t Illustrates one o
them beautiful characteristics of the gen
tier sex too. Yere's Wallace, to say nuth
In of 90 others, as besieges an beleagucr,
this yere female for six weeks, an she
scorns 'em. Ycre's Tut, who amt sayiL
word, don't bat an eye nor wag year
an she grabs him. II Is such uncer
taintics, gents, as makes the love o,
woman valuable
"'You should have asked me, says