The Kenna record. (Kenna, Roosevelt County, N.M.) 190?-1924, 1913-10-10

face | see done wrong. even before
she complains to the manager. I'm
surely miserable to think I've insulted
lady.
The managers suspicious Of me. but
Bull talks French so rapid that even
froggy can't keep up, although he
smiles and shrugs, and gives us sang
fraws to drink.
This sort of cocktail had, WAS the
first liquor, I'd tasted. It's powerful
as harbor tug, dropping me cut of
the conversation while the restaurant
turns slowly round with list to star
board, and Bull deals for a basket in
the front window full of decorated
eggs. Says they're vintage eggs. all
verd-antique and bookay. For years
the millionaires of Invicta has shrunk
from the expense. My job when we
leaves is to carry the basket, cause
Bulls tot lg a second-handed SADDLE.
| dunno why Bull has to introduce
me to the gentleman who keeps the
peanut store down street-seeing I'd
dealt there before. Anyway, Pm intro
duced to Affable Jones, and I'm the
Marks of Worms-the same being a
nom de plume. We proceeds to the
opery-house climbs in through little
hind window, and finds a dressing
room. Affable Jones dresses up as a
monk, Bull Durham claims he's rugged
out already as a vice bishop, and I'm
to be chicken, cause I'm dealing
vintage eggs in the cotillon. All the
g I'M Of al 90
and it's only when they comes back
with a cocktail that I'll consent to
dressing up as a chicken-which in
passing out through that lii window is
some crowded. We proceeds up street,
me toting eggs. and practicing chicken
talk, and it seems the general public
is surprised
So we comes to the Masonic Hall,
which is all lights, and band, and fash
ionable persons rugged out in fancy
dress. dancing the horse doooer.
got the name from Bull who says that
the next turn is my day boo IN the
omlet cotillion. Seems it's all ar
ranged, too Affable Jones lines up
the ladies on the left, the dudes on
the right, all the length of the hall.
Bull marches up the middle spurs
trailin' behind him, and there's me
dressed as a chicken, with a basket
of eggs, wondering whether this here
cowboy Is two persons l see, or only
the one l can hear. Bands playing
soft, Affable serves out tin spoons to
the dudes, and / deals each a deco
rated egg, laying it careful in the bowl
of the spoon, till there's only a few
left over, and I'm safe along with Bull.
So far everybody seems pleased.
Bull whispers in my ear, Make for
the back door, you son of a sea cook"
which offends me, being true; waves
an egg at the band for silence, and
calls out, Ladies and gents" From
the back door l seen how all the dudes
has to stand dead still for fear of
dropping an egg.
Ladies'" says Bull, has any OF
you seen live mouse? On the way
up among you, seems I've dropped my
mouse, and it's climbing skirts for
solitude"
Then there's shrieks, screams, la
dies throwing themselves into the
arms of them dudes, eggs dropping
squash, eggs going bang, Bull throw.
ing eggs at every man not otherwise
engaged, and such a stink that all the
lights goes out. I'm grabbed by the
scruff of the chicken, run out through
the back door, and slung on the back
of horse. Bulls yelling Ride! Ridel
Git move on" He's fogging the
horse with his quirt, he's yelling at
me; Ride. or Wen be lynched!"
My mouths full of feathers, chick
ems coming all to pieces-can't ride
daresn't fall off. So on the whole l
dug the chickens spurs into Mr..
Horse, and rode like a hurricane in a
panic. All of which reminds me that
the hinder parts of an imitation bird
is comforting whar she bumps. Still.
draw them stars across.
I'm feeling better with twenty miles
between me and Invicta City. The
sun transpires over the eastern sky
line, the horses is taking a roll I'm
seated or the remnants of the chicken,
and Bull Durham says I'm his adopt
ed orphan.
Looking back 1t seems to me that
the first nights proceedings was calm.
Thar was the fat German fire brigade
pursuing an annual banquet across
lots by moonlight, all on our way
north, too, till the wagon capsized in
a river.
Thar was the funeral obsequies of