The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1895-08-21

ar. who runs the o. K. restaurant, gets
this female from Tucson to fry flap
jacks an salt boss, an hep her deal her
little gastronomic game. This we're
girls name is Jennie-Tucson Jennie.
She seems nice, good girl, too, an in
less'n two weeks there's half the camp
jest whinin' to marry her. 1t affects
business, it's that bad-almost changes
the channels of trade. Cherokee Hall
tells me there amt half the money
gets changed in at faro as usual, an
the New York store reports men goin'
broke ag'in billed shirts and similar
deadfalls daily. OF course, this yere
first frenzy subdues a whole lot after
month.
IF Jennie notices it, 1 don't know,
but she never tips her hand to no body;
jest shoves these foolish youth their
daily beans, an ignores all winks and
looks complete. At last one by one
the various hands goes in the discard,
an the boys, gettin' discouraged.
shoves back an quits. Finally they're
all out but two, an one of them was
never in SO far as himself or anyone
else ever sees. These we're is Tut an
a man named Jim Wallace. Tut is
tall an good lookin' enuff, but back
ward an bashful. No one ever detects
him once loolSin' at Jennie an don't
think he does. He confdes in me all
quiet after the, smoke Glars away, that
he never thinks of it.
But Wallace is different. He sets
in to win Jennie hard and heavy an
tries to crowd the game an get action
for his money. 1t looks likes he's doc
to make the trip, too. Miss Bucl1er is
backin' his play, and Jennie herself
sorter let's him set 'roun in the kitchen
an watch her work, which this yere is
license an riot Itself compared with
how she treats others. Occasionally
some of us sorter tries to stack up for,
Wallace an see whar he stands with
the game.
Elbows it goin', Wallace? Enright
asks one day.
It's too many for me- says Jim.
Sometimes thinks corrals her an
then agin it looks like 1 amt in it.
Jest now I'm feelin' some detected
Something oughter be schemed to
settle this yere,' says Enright. 1t
keeps the camp in a fever an maybe
gets serious.
"'If some body would only prance in,
says Doc Poets, and shoot Jim up
some, you'd have her easy. Females is
like rabbit in a bush pile-you have
to shake things up a lot to make 'em
come out. Now, if Jim was dyin' an
she cares for him, she's shorely goin'
to show her hand
81 wants to pause right yere to OBJ
serve Doc Poets was the smartest an
best edicated man ] ever sees in my
life. An what he don't know about
squaws is valueless as informa ton.
But to proceed:
"'That's right says Cherokee Hall,
but of course it amt goin' to do to
shoot Jim none
~ don't know says Jim. I stands
creasin' a little too quick if Pm shore
it fetches her.
What for game says Cherokee,
would it be to jest play like Jim was
shot? Wouldn't that make her come "a
runnin' same as if it was shore enuff?
~ don't see why not says Enright.
"Well, the idea gains ground an at
last gets to be quite conspiracy. It's
settled we plays it, with Dave Tutt to
do the shootin.
can we makes the game complete
says Jack Moore, by grabbin' Dave
immediate an ropin' of him before the
committee, which convenes all regular
and decorous in the Red Light saloon
purpose: an we all lines out like
we're goin' to hang him for the kill
ing? Otherwise it don't look nacheral
no how, and she shorely detects it's
bluff
$50 we gets things all ready an in
the mi ddle of the afternoon when Jen-
ME is drag giu' her lariat around loose
an nothin' much to do-'cauSe we amt
comm to disturb her none in her
dooties touching them fapjacks an
salt hoss-we all gets over In the New
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