The St. Louis Republic. [volume] (St. Louis, Mo.) 1888-1919, 1901-12-15

I peit. II strikes HE at the time an II SnOre
strikes me yet, that ravishin' the canteer
from Enright that time nacherally en-
feebies him an sets him to talkin' an tell
in of past days. Oh. he don't keep up thi:
| yere onhealthful abstinence forever. Peeti
; declar's Enright removed from ang an
asks him to drink himself inside Of two
weeks.
where a gent says Poets. eloocidatin'
this yere theory Of not drinkin' none, has
been crookin' his elbow constant, IN then
goes wrong. bodily. it's a great play to stop
his nosepaint abrupt. It's a shock to him,
same as is a fifth ace in a poker deck. an
when a gent IS i'll. shocks u What they
needs
But let me savoy about this says Dan
| Boggs, who's alters a heap inQuisitive an
sarchin' after knowledge: do you-all i'm
pose this onwonted sobriety as a penalty
or do you make the play meedic'ual?'
Medicinal says Poets. In extreme
cases. sobriety is plenty cooratif.'
Does Enright bow to Doc Peets'a de-
mands about no whisky that away? Son.
Poets is plumb inex'rable about them pree-
scriptions Of his. He looks on the mildest
argument ag'iu 'em As personal affronts.
Poets Is the most immov'able sharp. medi-
cal, that ever I crosses up with. an when
It comes to them prescriptions, the reck-
iessest sport In Arizona lays down his hand.
Once / knows Poets to pass on the fall
In condition OF a tenderfoot who's bunked
in an allows he'll die q lot over to the o.
K Restauraw. Poets decides this yere
shorthorn needs abstinence from ticker.
Poets breaks the news to the victim. an
puts him on water till the crisis shall be
past. Also. Poets notified the Red Light
not to heed any requests Of this party in
respects to said %nosepaint.
1T turns out this sick person. honin' for
Ticker as is plumb nacheral. forgets him.
SET as a gent an sort O. reckons he'll get
fraudulent with Peets. He figgers he'll Jest
come Injunin' into the Red Light, quill him
SET about a few drinks surreptitious. an
then go trackin' back to his blankets an
Doc Poets none the wiser. So, like I says,
this yere i'll person fronts softly up to the
| Red Light bar an calls for Valley a
BLACK Jack. the barkeep. don't know this
party from a cross-L steer. He gets them
mandates from Peets, but 1t never does
strike Black Jack that this yere is the dyin'
sport aliooded to. In darkness that a-way.
Black Jack onhesdtatinG losses a glass on
the bar an shoves the 0ottle. It shore looks
like that failin' shorthorn is goin't to quit
winner them recooperatifs.
But. son, he's interrupted. He's filled
his glass-an' he's been plenty free about
tan stands thar with the bottle in his
hand. when two guns bark, an one bullet
smashes the glass an the other the bottle
where this person is holdin' it. No. this
artillery practice don't stampede me none;
l ~, ~l,,-,k ~, g%sc noo Deaf. 1orr;Duaro
from the go-of. Poets stands in the door.
one Of his little pup-guns in each hand.
(Which 1 likes your aplomb!' says Black
Jack to Poets as he swabs OF the bar in
a peevish way. 7 makes 1t my boast that
I'm the best nachered barkeep between the
Colorado an the Rio Grande. an yet. I'm
free to confess. sech plays chafes me. May
I ask and Black Jack stops wipin' the bar
an turne on Poets plumb p'lite. what your
idee is in thus shootin' your way into a
commercial AFFAIR in which you has NO IN
terest?
This yere dubious person ID my pa
TENT says Poets. . heap naughty. I pree-
scribes no Ticker; an them prescriptions 10
goin' to be filled. you bet! II l has to fill
'em with a gun. Whatever do you-all reckon
a medical practitioner is? Do you figger he's
a prairy dog. or a Mexican, an that his
dia gnosises, that way. don't go? I noti-
fes you this mornin' as I stands yere get
tin my third drink. that II this outcast
comes p'intin' in with demands for nose
paint to remember he's sick, an throw him
out IN his head. An yere's how I'm
obeyedr
(which. of course. this explains things
to Black Jack. an he sees his inadvertences
He comes out from behind the bar to where
this sick maverick has done tainted in the
confession, an collars him an sets him On
. chair.
"Doc. eays Black Jack. when he's got
the wilted gent planted firm and safe. I
tender my regrets. Havin' neither brands
nor y'earmarks to guide by. I never recog-
nizes this person a your invalid at all;
none whatever: I'd shore bent q gun On
him an harassed him back into his lair. as
you requests. II I suspects his identity. To
show I'm on tho Quar'. Doc. TIL do this
party any voylence even At this late hour
which you thinks will make amends
"'Your 'pology = accepted says Poets.
but still naughty: I decerns how you get
maladroit through errors over which you
has no control. A. TO this person. who's
SO full Of stealthy cunnin'. he's all right.
So long an he don't get no ticker. no voy-
lence is called for in his CASE An with
that Poets conducts his patient. who's come
to ag'in, back to his reservation.
"But I onbuckles this afternoon to tell
you-an about Old Man Enright's early
love, an II I aims to make the trip before
the moon comes up. I better hit the tran Of
them "reminiscences an no further delays.
It's in the back room Of the New York