The Marion daily mirror. (Marion, Ohio) 1892-1912, 1908-08-08


tom man is animile utterly selfish
Once Boggs an Texas an them others
feels safe, the knowledge that the
pore old colonel must 20 cavortin
across the red.hot plowsbares, don't
bother 'em a bit. They all likes him
plenty sincere at that But sech is
lifel They coldly leaves him to
trend the wlne-press alone. an all as
onfeelin' as a band OF prairie dogs.
Which | don't scrupple later, to rec.
proach Boggs with this yere lack OF
sympathy.
What can veal dor he replies.
I'm a friend Of the colonel's; but
what then? This is a case whar every
gent must kill his own snakes. BE.
sides. see now she's doc to make
him happy Do you note how free
, she plays them plum airtlghts on
him? An no more holdin' back, than
II they're canned tomattersl Rightly
looked at the colonels in a heap OF
luck
"Enright is plumb c'rrect in his
count-up of tbe colonel AS Boggs OBJ
serves, he's game as trantlers; still,
it's his sand, it's his onswervin p'lite-
ness, an good manners that's bound to
hold him. Which said trooth is evi.
dent, when the colonel discusses this
new an surprisin' slant in his for
tunes with Enright an Peets. This
yere caucus occurs two days later
after Missls Rucker offers him her
hand.
"It's about second drink time in the
evenin' when the colonel, lookin' pale
an shaken, comes totterin' into the
Red Light, askin' for Enright. Cher.
okee Hall, with Faro Nell on the look
outs stool, is dealin bank at the time,
an divers of us is seein' what we
can do ag'inst him; but, at sight Of
the colonel's face, one an all we
cashes in. Cherokee cleans up his
game, an we all gathers about to
listen.
Which you've no objections,
colonel, asks Enrlght, mighty urbane,
to the camp bein in on this powwow
none? From the rapt look in your
eyes, l sort O. guesses what joyful
things has happened, an OF course
if--bein' over.delicate, mebby, in af.
fairs OF the heart--you prefer this
confab to be private, why then. mach
orally, your wishes should be regard.
ed, an private's the word
rBut the colonel says he valves
privacy. The camp to a man Is his
friend, an plumb welcome to his con-
/, fidence. Hearin' which, we draws up
in silence, waitin' for him TO begin.
AS we does so, Cherokee whispers to
Faro Nell that mighty likely she'd
better put on her shaker, stampede
across, an congratulate Missis Ruck.
er: which suggestion she yields to re.
luctant. preferrin' to listen to them
adventures of the coolnel.
" It's this away says the colonel,
when Faro Nell is gone an every.
bodys organized comfortable. Which
it's Unnecessary for me to go tellin'
a passel OF sech experienced sharps
as you-all, what's took place. Suffice
1t that this evenin'. after supper is
over, she drives me into a corner an
tells me she is mine. Now, understand,
gents all; I'm too much a slave to eti.
Quette, an was too we'll brought up
by my folks, to go backin out of the
objections of AIRY lady. Which I've
alters held that lady is not to be re-
foosed. Her heart Is ever boon;
an, once she bestows II, no gent so
distinguished is possessed of any
crooel license to thrust 1t aside
(Which sentiments does you
credit, colonel observes Enright, as
the comm bridegroom pauses to wipe
his for'head.
That's whateyer!' chimes in
Boggs, emphatic
No, sir resoomes the colonel,
when he ag'in commands himself, a
lady is not to be declined. That is,
| she's not to be declined, assoomin'
her to be free. It's on that pint. an
that alone, I've come meanderin' over
to be heard What | asks is the one
question: Is this yere old man Ruck.
er shore dead? What | urges is that,
ontil the same be proved, I'm entitled
| to stay of execootion. leaves II
all to you-to you, Enright, an to
| you, Peets-do ask too much? Look
| in at the play from every angle, an
keepin 1t before you that my sole
| reason for balkin' Is reason of NOR
ality, puts it to you, as gent to gent,
whether | amt right?"
This yere is a mere quibble!"
shouts Boggs, plenty heated; but En-
right, who's the soul Of fairness, stops
| him.
cts impossible to deny, responds
Enright, when Boggs growlin'ly sub.
sides, that the proof, techin the wip.
in out OF Rucker, an the consequent
widowhood of his relict, is at present
some meager. Also, I'm bound to
add, that Wolfyille, as a strictly moral
outfit, amt hungerln' for no Enoch
Arden games. What's your jedg,
| ment, Doc|
a." Which | entertains feeln's sim.
lar returns Poets. We shore don't
want to go ribbin' up no sityooation,
where one lady has two husbands.
Thar's everything to be said aginst
sech a social solecism not only from
standpints moral but economic. Be.
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