Bisbee daily review., 1909-02-07

Stingeree wrung the hand of Tuber culosis Watson and deftly slipped the kohinor of old Cochise on the index finger of Watson's debilitated right hand, and as he slowly dragged his spur-rowells down the carpeted aisle. he said. Now, Watson, every time that spark daszles your eyes, or you feel 1t, or you think of it. take on just as big a bunch of ozone as you- lungs will hold. And, remember: Every time you forcibly eject one of i those bugs into this arid. anhydrous. Arizona atmosphere. he's gone gos- | ling. Adios."
 CHAPTER V.
 It was nine o'clock D. m on the | night following the third day of the first and only National Stock Crow CTS Association ever held in El Paso. Five representatives of the Seab Eight outfit. together with the Tri- angieli- Wsddy and stranger. sat ia easy chairs around Q table covered | with green cloth in the poker room of ! tte Coney Island
 It was Stingeree's deal. but he passed 1t. fer at the last showdown. the stranger had showed up an ace full against his pat flush, which was backed by his entire assets.
 Same old tale" remarked Sti1ge- rec. tho gentleman loses and the gambler wins. Say, fellows. I'm as rayenous as a coyote, and that re- minds me that I've paced the streets Of Fl Paso for ten hours with pocket full Of batskins and the finest viands mentioned between the ceiiuloid GOV I CTS of Zeiger's menu cards would cause the tip of my retrousse nose to meet my noble brow in disdain. Then I've seen my last twobit piece fall into the dealers long sack and I've instantly discovered that l was 1un-
 to ugh to enjoy q sun-dried tor tiila that had been patted flat on the scaly thigh of a Yaqui squaw" : 4 stranger. somewhat conspicuous by his breadth of shoulders and ranh growth of red whiskers, arose from a nearby chair where for more than an hour he had sat silently watching the game, and said Young man, let ITO stake you to fifty before you die of hunger"
 Stranger, that fifty is sure baIsam for sore eyes" replied Stingeree. and would cause me, while it lasted. to pass up rich foods like my friend John D. of the Standard Lubricant. It is, however. contrary to my code of decorum to accept a stake from any D,Hy. and l only borrow from friends"
 And if I gave you the pass-grip of Q friend?' replied the stranger.
 you've had no intrigues with bankers daughters, no misunde-- standing with Wells-Fargo. nor any other reason to change your name to that of your favorite poet. proclaim yourself John Hancock replied ! Stingeree
 For answer the stranger held cut his hand. the index finger of whicI was embell'shed with the 'Kohinor of Old Cochise."
 well I'll be d-d, May the hide Of the original and only living Stinge- rec Jones be petrified throughout i eternity if it ain't Tuberculosis Wat son escaped from the bugst" Gentlemen" said Watson. after he had mada the rounds and gwen all the boys the glad hand. My daughter is awaiting me at the Sheldon. want you to break up your game at l lAiiNt A4e1At dAltti III Jun Llt III Aut DIS gest fsed that was ever concocted by an Fl Paso chef"
 The "Kohinor of Old Cochise" ly- ing on the top of Stingeree's bank roll proved talismaa greater than left hind-foot of a graveyard rabbit, and when we arose from the game 9. midnight, Stingeree whispered en- dearing words to il as he slipped 1t upon the middle finger of his right hand, and then he slipped s23G0.00 into his inside pocket.
 It was great feedlfourteen coursas Of viands of unproaouncible names and wine enough to irrigate the San Simon. Silyer-ware and cut1glass dazzled our eyes and yet still brighter was the sparkle that shone from the clear, grey eyes of Miss Virginia Watson, as, after shaking the hand of each of us, she pressed her exqui- site pink lips to those Of Stingeree.
 Inn. in explanation of her at-firSt- sight affection for Stin ngeree, she told how. on the day that Watson started for Louisiana, he wired her that he was coming home. S5e. however. feared that ne was too weak ao travel alone, and wired the conductor to se- cure the best rooms at the Bow.e Hotel until she could meet him there. Four days later when Miss Watson arrived at Bowie there was a marked change in Watson's health. Stingeree's positive injunction to breathe deeply kept ringing in his ears, and the "KohinOr of Old Cochise' was ever there to prompt his memory. The deep breathing, Arizona sunshine and dry atmosphere cured him, and he and his daughter bought a Cochise county farm instead Of returning to Louisiana
 | Let's irTigate with 8 Manhattan fo rhc hea'th If Doctor Sti1geree Pones." exclaimed tne Triangle R. aofv. -lLs 8 s,ranga" he ntinu~d. during the three years since the KohinOr left the Scab Eigdt outfit, the doctor has refused to tell what heca-''o rf 't Tbesa D'H-roIlers gre a sureenough reticent bunch at times.''
 All drained their ol@esne except the doctor and Miss Watson.
 Two hours later. long after Miss Watson dad retired to her room when the cut-glass and silver was bur'ei beneath an avalanche Of empty and halialled wine bottles and all. except Stingeree, felt the conviyal after effect of an unlimited take-on. the Triangle R. Waddy arose and said: "Gentlemen, to bring this ex- tr2ordinaTy affair to a Bertha M. Clay finale, t is only necessary that tEc doctor and Miss Watson should, in the near future, promenade down