The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1904-01-16

could wish. I've carried it on alone
for fifteen years, and probably always
snail. But it's botherin' sometimes,
q used to formerly think, sometimes,
that might in the future get mar
rled; but, oh calamities of Jeremiah!
how IS anybody goin' to find the suit
able kind of a man? The men now
petents, like them coots in the stage
At this recollection, Miss June IN
dulged in grim chuckle. !.
:. Dellcti gave her a sly look of INTEL
ligence, and when their eyes met, his
face wore a smile that matched hers.
AS they went along, Miss June's eyes
rested on her escort with an express
sion that indicated strong interest, not
unmixed with speculation as to possi-
b1l1t1es; and as he walked at her side.
he had the air Of a man trying to
make up his mind on a difficult ques-
ton.
The rendezvous was soon reached,
out Herr Smithson had not yet APP
peared. Deficit showed no signs of
impatience at this, but the Kiote was
disappointed and anxious, Miss June
remarked that, while they were wait
Ing, she would take a, stitch In her
dress, which had been torn In the
scuIne; and she was soon busy among
the contents of the bandbox.
The sound of wheels grinding in the
sand was heard, and Herr smithson
appeared, driving horse and buck
board. He aHghted, and came briskly
forward. but his enthusiasm went
down to zero when, instead Of meeting
Madame Allanni. he was confronted
whose face had look in 1t that BODIED
trouble. but quickly changed to one
of grim amusement.
$50 you're the man that wants me,
are your" she said. "Gonfound your
imudence, to s'pose I'd take up with a
Oh, my! Goodbye, Johnny" She shut
her eyes with a grimace, snapped her
fingers, and went back, to her band
box. 5.
By this time: the resourceful mana
ger had got his second wind. "A fine
day, Mr.. M Corpus. Well, here we
are, but where's the lady?"
naked eye" answered Deficit, motion
ing with his head in the direction of
Miss June, but looking very steadily at
Smithson.
why. my dear sir. you are Joking %
"Whyfore? She's the only lady I
know Of In these parts.''
but, my esteemed friend, there's a
mistake. That-ah-party over there
is not the lady,"
whats that you say ?'' roared De-
! licti. What did you call her? Her
no lady! Take that back, you sucker,
| Or he reached his hand behind him,
drew his revolver half out of his belt,
| and made a stride forward.
stop it!' cried Miss June. "Stop
| it right off! I won't have no fghtin'
over mel" She came up on run, and
with a deYterous movement hooked
| the crooked handle OF her umbrella
into Delicti's belt and jerked him
backward. There was sharp report;
Deficit gave a roar, and grasped one
| Of his legs with both hands. A cham
| Der Of his revolver had been dis
| ward had gone thru his foot.
| Then there was q quick shifting OF
| characters in the scene. At the re-
| port Of the pistol, Herr Smithsou
| bounded into the air like rubber
ball, and sprinted down the road at
a pace that would take him out OF
the state by the next morning; while
the Kiote, giving a yell of dismay
| took to his heels, and working his un-
equal legs to their full capacity, made
off thru the sage brush in the oppo-
site direction. But prompt as were
these movements, they were not quick
er than those of Miss June. Before
/ the manager had made dozen jumps
! she was into her bandbox, and had
out OF it heavy shawl, the bottle OF
whisky, some walls, pieces. of cloth
and pair Of scissors. She spread the
shawl on the ground, then flew to the
| blackboard, and was back in a flash
:, with the seat cushion, which she put
down on the shawl. Then she went to
Deficit, and put her shoulder under
his arm. He, in the meantime, had
been hopping about on one foot, and
believing forth his wrath and anguish
L u. = L.
the terror-inspired legs Of Herr
Smithson, and sent the alarmed burrc
galloping off after the ,Kiote.
"Come right along with me now
right along. You may holler all yor
want to; It's good for relievin' pain