The record-union., 1897-03-26

square game agoin', n wen the deal
goes 'roun' n I've got the winnin' hand,
l play 'er FIR all she's worth. Now, so
frs I know, tn games open t. every
body at en- chip, n while I may mt
have no shakes NV a hand T. come in
with, Pm agoin' t STAN tn boost an
draw t. tn high card. 1 can't say as
tn sailing's very smooth, FIR because
the OF girls s obtuse s en- be; but 1
tell yous feller citizens, she shows signs
Nv weakenin-sort Nv sof'e ems UP like,
! Wen / go 'roun, n don't mind layin'
even money on my chance"
well, you see," said THE Company"
to Jack Eurnock, who had been one of
her best customers and the most ar
dent of her admirers, Il haint got
much faith in 'Speedy's' gush n senti-
mental stuff, but he's got slugs, pockets
/ full of 'em, m he's a gentleman n
en- keep womern like a lady. 1 don't
say as how I'm agon' t. take UP 18th
him, though he is powerful persuadin'
but Jack Burnock, you know tn life
1v led in this camp, n you know at
Lucky don't bring in no dust to speak
Nv, an is f'rever n eternally lookin' FIR
that pocket, n I don't b'leeve Tiers a
pocket in a thousan' mile wv here. Now,
| like Lucky better AN tn whole Nv
| you, but what's a pore womern t do?
that's jest it," and she turned to her
table and rubbed the tops of the loaves
fresh from the oven with a bacon rind
as sure preventive for drying out
| But Lucky Smith toiled on, running
| the cut slowly but surely toward the
| top of the hill, and while his sale of
| dust was as small as usual, he was in
| the best of spirits
I'm only prospectin'," he informed
Bob Daniels, as he watched a dollar in
dust, down weight, disappear, and in
return received two pounds of onions.
up weight; I'm only prospectin', but
m on shore lead n Wen I do strike
1t, III strike it rich. wy, man. over in
CalveraS there's a thousan men foller-
In jest sich lead S mine n they all
strike 1t sooner er later. But my lead
| S narroWin' up, n S l tol' tn Little
Womern las night, I'm certain shore t
strike 1t lthin a month; n Wen / do
mebby you think We won't git out'n
| this purity soon? TIL fack NV tn mat
| ter is, tn Little Womern is a gittin'
nh ty tired Nv tn society NV these here
! parts, n bleeve she's homesick FIR oil
; New Jarsey. Well, Wen l strike that
/ pocket Well pull out'n this n live like
somethin'"
But l hear" returned Daniels, "'at
at fly chicken I'm Pokerville is a-play-
in up t The Company N he's got
slugs, whole hatfull Nv 'em; m sugs,
special durin' these hard times. is
slugs, n looks right smart chance
t anybody, mos particular t. a womern
| NV tn feminine gender"
"Oh, pshaw," replied Lucky; you
jest let tn Little Womern alone t.
head him off! She's after some Nv 'em
slugs, n f light loaves won't bring 'em.
n she lets her voice git sof' an low en-
| she's got tn mellerest voice in TIL whole
worl, l reckon), you en- jest set it
down in 'ur day-book at she's a-play-
in f'r tn bottom Nv his sack, n wen
she fms it, wy then, somethin'n hap
pen, an don't you f'rgit it."
L hain't SO shore Nv that fack,' NUT
tered Daniels, as he turned to wait up
on another customer.
We'll, you jest wait n see," retorted
Lucky, as he left the store
You see, it's like this" said Jack
Burnock to Bob Daniels; I'D got hun
CRY, like, n jest thought I'd go 'roun'
N git a loaf Nv bread en- The Com
pany' do make spankin bread m no
. mistake about iD, n Wen I got out
side'n the shanty l hearn Speedy
talkin'-pleadin' sof' like; N l Jest
stood ther'n hearn him call The Com
pany' the sweetes' m deares womern
on tn face Nv tn whole earth, m coax
n coax'er t g long 18th him, m all tn
time The Company sorter hel back,
like n talked NIFTY low, N tlas' she
toP him as how she couldn't make up
her min jest yit, m at he'd have t
wait a week, er sich a matter, afore
she'd ans'er him. An after / hearn her
say that 1 felt kinder queer on my
stummick, m wuzn't hungry no more"
Bob Daniels only grunted a reply as
he sat sack of self-rising -four in
conspicuous place; but by night every
man in the camp, excepting Lucky,
knew that The Company" had hes-
tated, and few of them knew what
that meant
/ 1t was noted, however, that Lucky"
his days work was done earlier than
formerly, and the wonder was what he
could find to talk about; and the Won
der increased when a day or two later
he took the stage for Sacramento
Now, Lucky's gone m done it," ex-
claimed Job Peterson to a select few
who had gathered at his place of bust
ness. He's jest skun out N lef' tn
fieP clear FIR Mister Speedy John, who,
ef l do say it, air a scholard an a gem
tleman. My 'pinion is, at ther' won't
be no Company Wen Lucky gifts back,
s'posin' he do git back, w'ich / hope w
got tn privilege Nv doubtin'''
Meantime Speedy John was assiduous
in his attentions to The COMPANY"
and Jack Burdock and other admirers
were constrained to keep a respectful
/ distance. And when two days later.
'"rhe Company and the sport boarded
! the Sacramento night stage. not
man in the camp was surprised, though
a number showed their chagrin by
making business for Job Peterson's bar.
! Two days later Lucky Smith returned
! to Paygravel Culch. and with him came
+ two well fed sIeek-looking strangers
who seemed greatly interested with
everything in sight. The citizens avert
/ ed their heads when they met Lucky, a
sort of uncouth sympathy being felt
/ for him which none of them were will
4 ing to express in words, and many eyes
! followed him as he opened the door of