The Marion daily mirror. (Marion, Ohio) 1892-1912, 1908-06-06

Never but once is Old Man Enright
hoored,' observed the Old Cattleman
reminiscently; that is foored by one
OF them mastery manoovers by which
a gent goes round another gents flank
an crawls his hump strategic. An
yet ] don't aim to be understood as
sayin' that Enright never is up aginst
It, He amt no more upholstered TO
make aces-up beat three-of-a kind than
you or me, an mentally when brought
to bay by sech barriers of nacher, he,
like other folks. is shore obleeged 10
lay down. What I'm tryin' to say Is
that when it's case of savey an
seein your way through, Enright
never gets downed but once
It's Cottonwood Wasson who per-
forms this mir.cle. An what contree-
butes speshul to the strangeness OF
the play is that this Cottonwood per-
son is nothin more'n yooth-s cal.
low yooth-camped on the sunrise
side OF 20. Enright, to Offset this
yere callowness OF Cottonwoods s,
shows three times the years. never
counts the rings on his horns, per-
sonal, holdln' II bad manners to go
,projectin pbout locatin' another gents
age, but It's safe to say he's so. Now,
thar's a heap of experience comm to
gent In go years-a heap of cattle
to travel the trail--an' for him, with
all he's seen an met an coped WITH
TO be took out of the saddle by
child Is strange to the pint of crowd
In the yoonique. Enright says him
sef that on the hooks of II his con-
ceit goes to bed sick for week. The
deevice. too, which overcomes him Ia
as simple as seven-up-an' something
like it--after Cherokee Hall explains.
II let's Cottonwood out though; an
fools Enright to frazzle--fools him
likewise in his offishul opacity as
chief of the strangers, which is draw
In the cincb plenty tight"
The Old Cattleman made pro
found pause. and forgot everything
else, apparently, while he filled his
briar pipe. / was too well taught to
put a question or break in comment
He would back away from either like
a pony at sight of a bride. There
fore, acting upon a wisdom born of
many years acquaintance with the
old gentleman, ! puffed at my cigar
In silence. My wary forbearance
went not without results. Pipe light.
ed, grizzle head in a cloud of smoke,
through which his fine, II wrinkled
features cleaned upon me az through
a fog he again took up the thread
OF narrative.
This Cottonwood Wasson," he con
tinued In musing way. don't live
in Wolfville. For that matter, ! amt
none shore he resides anywhere, My
idee is that he passes his shallow days
cayortin round permiscus, now In
Wolfville, now in Red Dog, or Tucson
or Cotton. or Lordsburg, or mebby
even Silver City. Not that he's hos.
tile. or prone to lock horns with
peaceful folks an paw for trouble, but
his common gait is to go chargin
up an down the street, between
drinks. spurrin' his mustang to a
frenzy of buckin'. meanwhile slammin
away with his six,shooter at tin to-
matter cans, an empty beer bottles
an similar obsolete truck
But Cottonwood never shoots at no
people. That is, never onless you In.
sists on countin Chinaman, which
Wolfyille is too conservative to do.
What! Chinaman Is folks? Not in
the eddicated estimation of Arizona,
son! His merely bein' willin' to
work can't be permitted to pedestal
him as part Of an American pop'la,