Santa Fe daily New Mexican. [volume] (Santa Fe, N.M.) 1885-1897, 1897-04-12
HE STOLE A MARCH,
And Afterward Had Plenty of Time to
Repent at Leisure.


When was running the Geeville Beacon
Light Of Liberty, one Of my patrons from
a way back district came into the office
one day late III the fall. Joy was beaming
from his face like candle shining through
the holes in jack lantern.
''Tol de rol, de rol, de raddidy! Tol de
rol, dc rol, de ray!'' was his first remark
rs he cut "a series of backwoods pigeon
wings around the room. 1t was court
week, during which event the Geeyille tay-
ems were won't to set forth to their eager
patrons tipple that had won much fame
for the promptness with which it took dull
care by the neck and tossed it out of the
window, and l at first thought that my
friend from way back had been in fond
and too protracted dalliance with the in
sinuating bowl but such was not the fact.
After he had warbled and pirouetted off
his first burst of glee he plunked down in
chair and said
I'm goin ter give yer a piece fer yer
paper better'n boss stealth, or runnin off
with somebody else's wife, or burnin yer
neighbours barn. Ye know the Widder
Bicycles, an ye know the Widder Buggles'
place, don't yep
told him did.
Glow old dye s'pose the wilder isp' he
asked, and told him had no idea
why dod durn it, she's 6S-6S pastl
An amt she humly? She's SO all fired
hu1nly that she sot in her corn patch this
season an actuly skeered the crows awayl
That's poorly durn hunly, amt it? An
amt she thin? An ash saplin's got more
meat on it than the widder has! Factl
She's deefer'n apost too, an her off eye Is
out, an you couldn't raise white beans on
that clearin of her'nl For agriculture pur-
poses that clearin amt with 9 shil Il an
acre. But, do We know, she won't sell the
durn place for any price. She says if any
Teller wants that clearin he's got to take
her with it! An who dye thinks ben
edgin round the widder, anxious to git the
clearin on them diskerigin terIns2 Actu'-
ly willin to marry the Widder Buggles to
git that clearina Why, Pete Sykes! An
why is he SO durn willin to git the clearin
on them diskerigin terms? cause he's
found out that the clearin has got this yere
on it, that's why
My friend from way back took hand
full of glittering, heavy bits of ore from his
pocket and handed them to me- Then he
danced joyously again. shouting:
"Gold, by thumps-gold Tol de roll
dc rol, de raddidy! Gold on the Wilder
Buggles' clearin! She's old an rattly as
dried gourd an def an short an off eye, an
her clearin amt with shill n an acre for
agricultur', but there's gold on her clearin
tons an tons of it! An Pete Sykes, he's
found it out somehow an is willin to
IT., t,JI p,x%
he don't know that the widder's dead sot
on me! Pete's goin up to ask her tonight!
Tol, de rol, de rol, de raddidy! An the
wilder don't know she's got gold on her
clearin! She's dead sot on me, an Pete
can't fetch her! She's old enough to be
my nanny but she's got gold! Say,
amt this goin to be piece fer your paper
that'll make things rattle?"
1 took the specimens my way back
friend handed me. They were iron pyrites
put them on a shovel and held it in tho
fire. Presently they vanished as if they
had never been. The look on my visitors
face was sight to see.
That's what they call FOOLS gold, Jag
gers" said. "1t's entirely worthless
You couldn't get dollar q thousand
tons of it. You've had .rrow escape
You might have married the decrepit
Widow Buggles and her worthless clearing
Let Pete Sykes have the widow il he wants
her."
My friend at Last awoke to the true
situation. He stamped and thumped and
knocked things around the office and yelled
and swore until things looked blue.
"Let Pete have the widder?" he yelled
"Why, great crackin heels of Julius Cm-
sar's ghost There ain t no wilder! The
Widder Buggles, old an rattly an def an
without an off eye, amt the Wilder Bug
giles! She's Mrs. Elnathan Jaggers, by
thunps, fer I stole march on Pete an
married her this mornin!''
And my friend from way back dashed
out of the office and away. never put
his piece in the paper.-Ed Mott in New
Yol Journal