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

Colonel, you can't have that lady
ontil you proves conclusive she's a
single footer She's a prize worth
strugglin' for, an waitin' for; an, II
you're worthy Of her, you won't be-
grech the time an labor to prodooce
evidence that her former husband is
defunct." The colonel struggles
aginst this dictum, for his love is
overpowerin'. But he is also a gent
OF reason, so at last he submits
"'This yere'll do for sing.song.
Sam Enright!' returns Missis Rucker
none the less she's softened by them
encomiums-but whyever then don't
the colonel bid me a fond adoo?'
(Which he couldn't have stood II
none declar's Enrlght. He says so
himsef. let us start at onctl" is
his observation. "If ever sets eyes
on her feechures, their alloorin' love
Illness will carry my resolootion off its
feet" An so--the Doc an ! an
Boggs an Texas concurrin-theyg goes
prancin' of for the mountains, with
out further procrastinations
All IlEHlg Ddul
Missis Rucker after thinkin' a spell,
her tones full of meanin'; since you.
all sees, fit TO pick up my hand an
play it, you'd shore better make it
win. You can gamble the limit, IL
my colonel don't come back to me no
more, I'll jest the same know what to
do
"'You hears her, Docr whispers
Enright; an cool and steady as he
is, he can't repress a shudder.
However, the kyrds falls as they
should. IL amt three weeks before
the colonel, with Boggs an Texas,
comes ridin' in, whoopin an shoutin'
triumphant Which thar's reason in
their whoops; for along with em. his
feet tied underneath pony, is Ruck.
er, lookin' as morose as captive
badger Thar's an Apache ridn'
along, who's out to offer explanations
an take the Rucker pony back ag'in
the same bein' his chattel.
Which / informs this aborigine.'
explains Boggs, in eloocidation OF the
Apache that away that he's been
harborin' a criminal in this yere foo.
gitive Rucker. ! tells him he'll play
In luck II the Great Father don't
send his big thunder guns to blow
him an his outfit of the map.
hands him these fictions for fear, II
once he grasps what we really aims
to do with pore Rucker, his hooman-
ity gets to millin', an he turns loose
in his blinded way an gives us bat.
tie
"'Well, well!' says Texas Thomp
son, as he swings from the saddle an
sa'nters into the Red Light TO wash
the dust from his throat; now it's
over, I'm yere to say feels a lot re.
lieved. II amt overstatin' the case
when / announces that it's the first
time, since Missis Rucker puts on
black an hands it out she's single
I've felt my old.time self
"As to the Apache, Enright as.
SCORES him no apologies is necessary.
Meanwhile the colonel--who's sort o.
hysterical-heaps that savage with
presents to the years. He certain.
ly does endow that painted outcast
with half the New York store!'
"'Whar did you.all run up on
him, DAM asks Peets, alloodin' to
Rucker.
(Which we discovers the old
grounding, says Boggs, in camp with
them Apaches, an all as contented
as a toad onder a cabbage leaf. The
outfit he's with warn't on no war.
path. It's that bunch over by the
Cow Springs, with which these yere
Iniuns of Fuckers amt been on speak.
in terms for moons, that dug up the
war.aN last spring. It's my belief
this deceitful Rucker starts them
tales about his death himself It
would be jest his size; for he's as
cunnin' that away as pet fox.
when the foogitive is reestored
to Missis Rucker that lady never
says a word. She looks sour as
lemons, though; an the glances she
casts at Enright an Peets borders on
the baleful.
An / amt above remarkin', Sam,
observes peets TO Enright, comment.
in on them glances, 'that-only
knows her to be honest an troo an
humane at heart-I figger she'd halE
way like to put spider in your
biscuit, for roundn' Rucker up
ITS the day followin' that eXiles
return, an from whar we sits in the
Red Light, we can see him settin
The table for supper, rattlin cups an
slammin' plates permiscus, an all a
heap egreegious an recalcitrant.
"Go over, Jack says Enright TO
Jack Moore, which latter gent acts
IN the dooal role of marshal an kettle
!ender for the stranglers-of which
arm Of Wolfville jestice, Enright is
shief-'go over an bring that mis-
srabe tarripin to me. 1 wants to
give him warnin'
in a moment Jack Is back with
the old felon, who looks as genial as
a sore-head bar.
See yere, Rucker!' says Enright
his tones ringing hard an cold, like
iron on ice, a word is as good as a
thump in the ribs to a blind mule
Now remember! If ever you-all plays
the domestic trooant in the footure