The Virginia enterprise., 1909-07-30

white bonnet, and asked:
Whose little girl are you, hone: -
"Mamma's," was the prompt repsy.
I'D bet a stack of blue on thar
said l. But what's your name?"
Anna Louise, thank you.'
you're welcome. All right. III
believe that, even. Anna Louise goes
with me, but Anna Louise what?"
Muffin. Jes' Anna Louise"
And where is mamma?"
"Oh, she's right over there" ard
she waved her hand vaguely arouf 1
to embrace most three-quarters Of tt Y
compass. Then she proposed breat@-
lessly: Les play Lunnon Bridgf.'
It's the mos'est fun!"
We told her xe would like to btt
that we had forgotten how.
Bill then swung her up on the bar
and gravely asked her what she would
have to drink. She wanted soda-wa-
ter and We all took the same, although
some of the boys objected.
When the drinks were all in hand l
got on a chair and made an eloquent,
ornate and highly popular speech, in
which 1 said that never before had
l seen the wisdom of naming our
thriving municipality PARADISE" and
that at times it had seemed to me
the party or parties naming it must
have gotten mixed on their Scripture
or else have waxed sarcastic; but that
now great light, the bright white
light of truth, had busted in on my
alleged intellect, and Illuminated the
inmost recesses of an ever sluggish
mind ("Hear, heart" from the boys).
An Angel had come to Paradise, I said,
a sweet little angel straight from
heaven, or St. Louis, or somewhere.
Her given name might be Anna Louise.
as she told US, but if so it was a mis-
take. Angel she was, and Angel she
must be. And inasmuch as she had
no other name, according to her own
statement, statement 1 presumed no
gentleman present would doubt cloud
cries of mo, MOI" from the boys), /
took the liberty of giving her the
name of the fair city she had honored
with her presence, and proposed a
toast to "Angel Paradise
Well, you never saw a toast excite
such enthusiasm-certain not one
drunk in soda-water.
AS we finished the drink, the door
opened with some violence, and a chap
rushed in, clad in spats, white waist.
coat, a stiff collar, derby hat, and
some other useless outer habiliments.
His glance fell on Angel, and he
yelped: me child, me child"
i Angel stood there on the bar, wav.
ing a chubby hand, and said: Hello.
pop!"
After he had calmed down, he in.
troduced himself as Mr.. Hawthorne of
Boston, who was touring Arizona for
his wife's health. He explained they
had stopped at the Cowboys Retreat
for a few hours rest, and Angel had
wandered away.
So Bill turned to Angel and said:
Come, sister, get on my shoulder, and
it's us for mamma" Then he swung
Angel up and strobe out of the saloon.
Papa introduced us to mamma and
explained we were friends of his that
had found Angel and looked after her.
They were just starting for Tucson in
the hotel surry, and we were soon
forced to say good-by to our little
Angel Paradise. The blessed little
baby patted old Bill on the cheek and
said: II love Co.," and then, seeing I
looked disappointed, which 1 was, she
graciously said: AN 90, too. An all
of 'oo," as she took us all in with a
wave of the hand. And the last we
raw of her she was flirting mamma's
handkerchief from the back of the
surrey as it disappeared in the dust
around the bend. -. $50 49,.
On our way back to Pete's Bill
put his arm around my shoulders and
said:
Lonesome, I'm some fond of red
pepper on hash myself"
l grinned little and he went on:
And Lonesome, come to think It
over, that fellow was a rotten bad
actor, anyhow"
We had reached Pete's and were
ju%t going in when he squeezed me a
little:
Furthermore, Lonesome, when ]
was talkin' about ropin' steers I ex.
cepted you in my mind all the time"
And we never did finish that fight.