The sea coast echo., 1895-10-05


broke ag'in billed shirts and similal
deadfalls daily. or course, this yer,
first frenzy subducs whole lot after
month.
II Jennie notices II, don't know,
but she never tips her hand TO no body
Jest shovcs these foolish youth thei,
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,
shores back an quits. Finally they're
all out but two, an one OF them was
never in so far rs himsef or anyone
else ever sees. These yere is Tut an
man named Jim Wallace. Tutt Is
tall IN good loolsin' enuff, but back.
ward an bashful. No one ever detects
him once loolsin' at Jennie an | don't
think he does. lie confides in me all
quiet after the smoke Glars away, that
he never thinks of II.
But Wallace is different lie 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 tho trip, too. Miss Bucker Ia
backin his play, aud Jennie herself
sortcr lets him set roun in the lSetchen
an watch her work, which this we're Is
license an riot itsef 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.
"'lIow's 1t goin', Wallace?' Enright
asks one day.
" It's too many for me- says Jim.
Sometimes thinks corrals her an
then agin 1t looks like | amt in il.
Jest now I'm feelin' some detected
"'Something oughter be schcmed to
settle this yere, says Enright. 1T
keeps the camp in fever au' maybe
gets serious
"'If some body would only prancein,
says Doc Poets, and shoot Jim up
some, you'd have her easy, Females is
like rabbit in bush pile.--you have
to shake things mp n lot to make 'em
come out. Now, If Jim was dyin' an
she cares for him, she's Bhorcly goin
to show her hand.
Il wants to pause right we're 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 information.
But to proceed:
"'Thats right, says Cherokee Hall,
but of course it amt goin' to do to
shoot Jim none.
81 don't know says Jim. Il stands
crcnsin' little too quick II I'm shore
1t fetches her. .s...
What for game says Cherokee,
would it be to- jest play like Jim was
shot? Wouldn't that make her come n
rnnuin' same as II 1t was shore enuR?'
i don't see why not says Enright.
well, the idea gains ground an at
last gets to be quite conspir'cy. It's
settled we plays il, with Dave Tutt to
do the shootin
AN we makes the game complete
says Jack Moore, by grabbin' Dave
an ropin' of him before the
committee, which convenes all regular
and decorous in the Red light saloon
n purpose: an we all lines out like
were goin' to hang him for the kill
ing2 Otherwise it don't look nacheral
no how, and she shorely detects it's a
bluff
so VIC gets things all ready an in
the middle 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 fiapjacbs an'
salt hoss-we all gets over in the New
York store an lays Jim on some boxes
an a wagon cover over him for
corpse.
"'Crar things out of the way along
by Jim's head says Moore, who was
taking big interest. We want to
fix things so Jen gets at him easy. You
hyar me? She's goin' to come STAN
pcdin' IN yere like landslide when
she gets the news
when everythings ready Tutt and
Moore, who conclools it's we'll to have
II good deal of shootin', bangs away
with their guns about four times
apiece.
"'Jest shootin' once or twice. saws
Moore, might arouse her suspicious.
1t would be over q heap too quick for
the real thing
The minute the shootin' is ceased
we all takes Tutt and surges over TO
the Red Light to try him; pendin
of which Dan Boggs santers ever to
the o. X. restaurant an remarks, all
casooal an careless like:
"'Dave Tutt down. Jim Wallace n
minute back-good clean gun play as
ever l sees, too. Mighty big credit to
both boys this yere is, No shootin up
the scenery, an the bystanders, nor
sech slobberin' work, but everything
goes straight to centers,
"'Whar'is hep says Jennie, lookin'
breathless an sick.
'Jim's remainder is in the New York
store, said Dan.
Is he hurt?' she gasps. ta
~ don't reckon he hurts none, cause
he's done fluttered from the perch.
Why, girl, he's dead-eighteen bullets,
caliher As, plumb through him
mo, but Dave! Is Dave shot?' Tue.
son Jennie says, a-wringin' of her
small paws.
Now, don't you go to feeliu' dis
conraged none,' says Dan, beginnin' to
feel sorry for her. we fixes the wretch
so his murderin spirit won't be an
hour behind Jim's gettin' in. The
Strangers has him in the Red Light
maxim plans to stretch him right now ;
I'VE had just consoomed drinks all
round an Enright was in the chair,
an we're busy settin' up big front
about hearin' the case, when Tucson
Jennie with scream as scares up sur
roundin' things to sech limit that