The representative. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1893-1901, 1895-05-08


honors Kif," said Doc Poets as he looked
encouragingly at Killefer, who had re-
surned his seat and was gloomily shak-
ing lis head, flor bein' frank an
straight in this .
Il don't want you-all to spread your
blankets on the ant-hill and then blame
me-" interrupted Kiliefer.
Il think Mr.. Chairman" resumed Doc
Poets, I'VE fully understand the impulses
of our townsman in this matter. But
am convinced of the correctness Of my
first view. Thar can shorely be ncthin'
in the daily life Of Wolfville to which the
lady could object, and we need the
benifcent example of home. would,
therefore, insist on my motion, with
perhaps a modification"
II rise to ask the chair question"
interrupted Dan Boggs.
LET her roll. then" retorted En-
right
How would it be to invite KITS wife
to come on yere on o visit:" Queried
Boggs, "sorter take her on probation.
That's the way an old short-horn of an
uncle of mine in Missouri j'ned church.
An it was lucky the congregation took
these yere precautions, which they saw
ed the trouble of cuttin' the old felon out
of the herd later when he falls from
grace, which last he shorely did"
mot waitin' for the chair to answer"
replied Doc Poets, II holds the sugges-
ton Of Boggs to be good. l therefore
modlfies my resolution 20 the effect that
if XII brings his wife on yere for say a
month. Let her stack into the daily
game and triumph for a deal or Sc, an
she'll never quit Wolfville nor Wcifville
her. l shorely deems the present occa-
sion the opening of new era
1t was month later, perhaps, when
everybody assembled at the post Office
to receive the lady on wncni the local
public had built SO much in hopes. Kill
her escort into Wolfville. and as re said
etc sorter break the effect" Sue was an
iron~visaged heroine. AS Kiilefer hand
e6 her from the stage. q. ceremony upon
which he bestowed all Il t;iat delicate
care with he would have aided the de-
barking of so much dynamite, Doc Poets
stepped CALAMITY forward, raising his
hat. Doc Poets, as the proprietor of the
only stiff hat in town, presumed on 1t.
"Who is that sot, Mr.. Killefer," de-
manded the lady as she bent her eye on
the suave Poets with such an air of
point blank wrath and contempt that
it silenced salutation ON Poets lip. ''No
friend of your'n, hope
(Which I say it IN confidence, re-
marked Old Monte, the stage driver, as
an hour he refreshed himself at the
bar of the Red Light. "for holds it on
| professional to go BLOWN the private af-
fairs OF my passengers; but l thinks the
old silver tip gives Xii a clawin' on the
way over. hears him yell like wolf
back in Longs Canon. OF course, mes
inside, an I can't see, but I'm that shore
she was lickin' him l offers 10 to 1 it's
so; if l don't, I'm a Digger
1t was as Killefer had predicted He had
| read the lady Alright There was moth
| ing in Wolfville to which she yielded ap-
prevail. 1t would be as impossible as it
would be terrific to repeat in print the
| conduct of this remarkable and resolute
woman. She utterly terrified Enright
while such rare hearts as Jack Booth
| Cherokee Bill, Dave Tut and Dan Boggs
| fled from her like quicksilver. Even the
| redoubted Doc Poets acknowledged him
| self abashed and put to naught. The
very least of her feats was the invasion
of peaceful poker game to which Kill
| lefer was a party, and the sweeping
| confiscation of every dollar in the bank
on the theory that it was money felon-
iously ravished from Killefer by vena
! practices. The very mildest of he1
threats was one to assail the Red Light
with an axe if she ever detected an odol
of whisky about Killefer again.
'An' do you know Doc" observed En-.
right, a fortnight later, as they met fol
their midday drink, 1.-THE boys sorter lay
it to you? You know me, Doc. 70
stand up against the iron for you. But
as square man, with a fairly balanced
mind, I'm bound to admit the boys arc
right. Now, l don't say they feels re-
sentful; it's more like they was mourn.
full over what was an day of peace
gone by. But you knows what people
are whose burdens are morn they car
bear, an if I was you this yere lady or
would leave camp. I'm the last man tt
go dictatin' of another gents game, bu
you an me, Doc, has been old friends
an as warnin' from source which
means you well, tells you the camp il
gettin' hostile"
1t Is always a spectacle to inspire tt
witness great spirit rise to an occa
sion. And Doc Poets never so proved
the depth and power of his nature as il
this day when the tremendous shadow
| of Killefer's wife had fallen across
Wolfville like blight. Poets, following
Enright's forbodings, held long ant
secret conference with the unhappy Kill
]efer. That night Poets rode to Tucson
| The next day Old Monte with his 81,
horses afoam came crashing into Wolf
vile, two hours ahead of his schedule
Before ever a Welis-Fargo box was tum
bled into the street, or even mail bag