The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1907-12-20

(which I've told you, observed the
Old Cattleman, putting at his cob-pipe
which I've already told you how
Missis Rucker goes on surroundin' old
Rucker with connoobial joy to sech
degree that, one mornin' when her
wifely back is turned, he ups an
stampedes off into the hills, an takes
refutcb with the Apaches. But never
relates how he gets aroused to his
dooty an returns. That mir'cle comes
to pass in this wise"
Following a reminiscent, smoke
filled pause, the old gentleman con-
tinued:
When Rucker is guilty of this yere
desertion, Wolfville says nothin' an
does nothin'. 1t is no part of Wolf
ville's comoonal RESPONSE ility, as 1t
sees the same, to go pirootin' off on
the trail of Rucker, with purpose OF
draggin' him back hathaway to his
domestic happiness. His elopement is
wholly private play, an one wharin
we amt entitled to ask for kyards.
ION the imme'git heels Of Fuckers
plunge into savagery, Missis Rucker
never aloods to him-never let's on
she so much as notices his absence.
She continyoos to deal her game at
the o. X. Restaurant onmoyed; she
fries our daily salthoss an complies
our daily fiap-jacks-six to the stack
an neither bats an eye nor wags a
year concernin' that vanished hus-
band.
'Nacherally, thar amt no one so
prodded of a morbid curiosity as to go
askin' Missis Rucker. With her view
as to what's comm to her as a lady,
an her bein' alters in the kitchen, sur
rounded by sech weapons as flatirons
an griddles an stove-lifters, any sech
impolite break might result disaster
Gus. Old Man Enright puts it right,
an his views gains endorsement by
Doc Poets, an among the best intel
lects of the camp.
Ito go pesterin' around Missis
Rucker,' says he, in her bereave
ments, would be ongentlemanly to the
verge of bein' rash, an the gent don't
live in Wolfville who's that foolish or
oncooth.
IF mem'ry is sittin' squar'ly in the
saddle, l reckon it's mebby year
before Missis Rucker mentions her
loss. It's one time when veal shows
up for chuck, and finds her IN a dress
as black as spade flush.
1.-The same bein' mourni:.',' she ex-
plains, in answer to a ren:ark by Doc
Poets complimentary her looks-which
Poets was the genteelgsJ sharp, an
the best edicated, that ever shows up
in Arizona. I'm mogfnin' for my de-
parted he'pmeet. !. hears about it in
Tucson Pore Rucker is deceased;
an of course / dons black, as markin'
his cashin' in
"Yere Missis Rucker' snut-cs a lit
tie, an gouges into one corner OF her
eye with her handkerchief, like sne's
roundin' up tear; after which, she
sort O. runs a calc'latin' glance over
us gents, then an thar assembled,
like she's sizin' us up as to our do
nestle p'ints.
''Thar's a heap of silence follows
that look. Not bein' gifted none as
mind reader, l can't say how 1t af-
fects the balance of the outfit; but
speakin' for myself, chill like ice
creeps up an down my back. Also.
observes apprehensive look on the
faces of Enright an Boggs, as though
they smells perils. AS to Texas
Thompson, who is camped next to me
at the table, an has had marital ex-
periences which eliminates In a di-
vorce down Laredo way, I overhears
him grind his teeth, plenty determin-
ed, an mutter:
"'By the Lone Star OF nay natif
state, won't be took!'
Were all some eager to ask about
them tidings which Missis Rucker
ropes onto in Tucson, but none has
the nerve. It's Faro Nell who comes
headin' to the general rescoo. She's
perched next to Cherokee Hall, an
looks gently up from piece of pie
she's backin' of the board, and says:
"'Good sakes, Missis Rucker! An
whatever do you-all track up ag'inst
about pore Mister Rucker?
"That unfortunate pard O. my bos'm
has departed this life,' responds the
widow, moppin' away her grief I
crosses up with a Tucson party, who
ashores me that when them Apaches
goes all spraddled out last spring,
they nacherally begins them hostili-
ties by prouncin' on Rucker, an
leavin' him on both sides Of the can
yap.'