The Pacific commercial advertiser. [volume] (Honolulu, Hawaiian Islands) 1885-1921, 1904-10-02

Mr.. Jackson with-our chemist, you
know, an expert wine-maker-and that
he was drawing beads on anybody that
tried to stop him. Even while he was
talking we heard bang, bang, bang out
there and Mr.. Jackson came pelting in
| like Observation-Disclosures a bit hurt you
know-but like person on a sinking
ship wanting to catch the last boat. +
started upstairs to get under the bed.
but hadn't got up a step before saw
Pa reaching for his Winchester and
ipinning his deputy sheriff badge on the
lapel of his coat. / knew that was the
| end of Bill, and it came over me I
couldn't bear to have him killed-he
was too big and splendid to be shot
down like dog, and, anyhow I had
never liked Jackson since he tried to
kiss me once at a dance-and so I just
ran out to see if something couldn't be
done. I tell you, Bill looked eight feet
high, and his eyes were bloodshot and
crazy. and ne kind of sobbed When he
| breathed-and if you ever looked down
| the wrong end of frontier Colt, you
| can imagine my feelings for yourself
But I went straight up to him and
| wrested his gun away and stood in
| front of him so Pa couldn't shoot him
| from the house. Fine? 1 should say
1T was-nobody was more surprised than
me, I'm sure, and I'm surprised now.
| But 1 guess I knew pretty well Bill
/ wouldn't have hurt me for the world;
| though, looking back at it, / can't see
how I didn't choose underneath the
bed.
| We'll. I led him back to the bunk
house and made him sit down on the
I CT faa
down his face and felt too sorry for
him to say a word. They say girl
always likes a bad man-not that Bill
| was really bad, you know--only unfor-
| tunate that he should have complicated
| his biennial bust with a quarrel with
Jackson. When he saw Pa prancing
| towards us he begged like mad for the
pistol to kill himself with; and / almost
| felt like giving it to him when he talked
about wearing stripes and perhaps be-
| ing sent up for years. But I felt sure
| / could handle Pa; and anyway, Bill
was sort of my dog, you know, and I
wasn't going to let anybody hurt him.
But 1 had a tough time with Pa. Pa
| is such a stickler for law and order.
Wanted to take him off to the county
seat and lay felony charge against
| him. He hadn't been deputy sheriff
very long, you see, and was doing new
broom. Then Bill made it worse by
saying it was all about a woman-never
mentioning that I was the woman and
! jackson had said something then
Well, Bill was such gentleman
that he wouldn't bring my name into
it, Said woman, like that, till won
! der Pa didn't burst
1T was then that 1 felt what training
Il vrys&E Do
and how wise 1 had been to always
; keep the upper hand of him. He was
determined to settle Bill out of hand
was positively prejudiced against him
and for time it looked as though /
was nowhere in the scrimmage. And I
think he was cut up too about my liking
Bill so well, for of course didn't 1
tell you?) Bill was just silly about me
always had been since All Sue gave
him that chicken tamale on the door
step-wore things next his heart and
all that, and thought anything sacred 1
had ever touched. The whole ranch is
a sort of church to Bill. you know
Well, as I said Pa was awful
He paced up and down like a royal
Nubian lion. while I, with my heart
ia my mouth, did Little Spangles in the
wild beasts cage, Little SpangIes won
out, OF course, though once OF Twice
it was pretty close call. But at last
Pa quoted down and went off, quite
mild, to find Mr.. Jackson. But he did
MT find Mr.. Jackson. Nobody ever has.
He disappeared like an orange under
a conjuror's hat. All that's left of him
is upstairs n two trunks and a debit
balance of a hundred and thirteen dol
lars on the payroll. I think he must
have changed his name and quit the
country If you had ever been Up
against Bill I guess you'd have done it
too. Anyway, peace descended like
beautiful dream. and Bill stayed Dago
foreman instead of going into the jute
business at San Quentin Prison. dare
say he might never really have got
there. but he might have, you know.
and he didn't want to try.
That's all more than a year old now
and Bill has never been on a tear since /
He says it was all my running out at
him and looking down his pistol, but /
tell YOU it was the scare he got from |
Pa Tt wasn't as though he really liked !
It. you know-dr1nking. I mean-but