Santa Fe daily New Mexican. [volume] (Santa Fe, N.M.) 1885-1897, 1896-05-06
A MEAN REVENGE.

"Sam Sam Sam! Where the deut,a
ia that fellow?''
had rung the bell until was tired
and out of patience, and then called for
him until was out Of breath, and still
he did not come.
If you want to know who am, allow
me to inform you that my name is
George Boomerang, better known i'll
Frazedona, where I reside, as Captain
Boomerang, late of the army. am a
man of considerable wealth, own tho
finest house in town and keep, or did
keep, man by the name of Sam, whose
duty it was to brush my clothes, hat and
boots and adjust my leg.
l refer to wooden leg. The original
leg ran against a cannon ball during our
late unpleasantness, and have never
seen it since.
Well, it was Sans duty to take til ut
wooden leg off at might and to be GIL
hand in the morning to put it OIL before
got out OF bed and now you know
why was yelling, "Sam Sam! Sand"
And when I inform you that this was
the morning Of my wedding day perhaps
you can imagine how anxious I was to
get on to my legs as soon as possible.
eyes, ma am, / was the lucky fellow
that had walked into the affections-on.
wooden leg too-of the handsomest'
girl in Frazedona and was that day to-
lead her to the altar. But must get my
leg on first, and, as Sam wouldn't Or
couldn't come, rolled out of bed and
went hopping around OH one foot to find
my leg.
Now, my dear reader, when the sur
geon trimmed my stump after that little
affair with the cannon ball he sawed it
off uncommonly short, SO perhaps You
can family imagine my feeling when,
after hopping around my room, found
what / supposed to be my leg, but, upon
attempting to adjust it, discovered that
it was intended to 60 OH below the knee
"Do wooden legs shrink? That's just
what I want to know" said ]. And
then rang the bell and called Sam p
Well, Samuel didn't come, but my
housekeeper, Mrs. Bloom, did
Mrs Bloom" I cried, where is
Samf"
She answered me through the keyhole
Of the door. "He left the huase last
night about Ii O'Clock. Took his trunk
with him, and said he was gong to
leave town by the midnight train.
I couldn't understand it at first. I
had always used Sam we'll. paid him
good wages. and he had seemed perfect
~ contented with his situation, and
served me faithfully until now.
Suddenly an idea struck me, and the
whole cause Of Sans perfidy was re-
vealed to me.
"By heavens, it is Sly,npkins'' /
yelled. "Slympkirs is the, cause Of all
my VICE. He bribed Sam to steal my
leg Oh this my wedding day and lenve
this insufficient prop in place of it.
Jim Slympkins is or was my rival
He is the only son of his father, who,
by the way, is the most wealthy gentle
man in Frazetlona. Consequently Jim
doesn't do anything but smoke cigars,
drive round town behind his splendid
grays, and devote himself to the ladies
generally.
rather had the advantage of Slymp-
kins. To be sure, Slympkiris had or was
expecting to have much more wealth
than ! could boast Of, but lie hadn't my
face. you know, or anything like it.
| was sorry for Slmypkins, but, hang
it, my dear sir. what could do? If he
had chosen Miss Short, Miss Ginx, Miss
Broad, or. in fact. any one but Miss
Amelia Seymour, 1t would have beer
we'll. But it was really absurd fol
Slympkins to suppose that I would al
low him or any other man to marry
| Amelia-at least while had wooden
leg.
| would have given Slympkins any
thing in reason, but it was truly ridicu
lous for him to think that I would Civ.
him Amelia. I told her 30, and then
| folded her to my breast, and she foldet
me to her breast, and allowed her t
| sip the honey from my ruby lips
Yes. I had won her, and poor Slymp
kins was fairly wild with rage. He hat
sworn to be revenged, but I laughed a
his threats.
Twas seated at the breakfast table sip
ping my coffee half an hour afterwart
when Mrs. Bloom came running in, cry
ing:
ooh, captain, / know all about itP'
What, the leg?''
"Yes, ! think 80. Ny sdaug hter Ellis