"Not to create ondoo excitement, the bar"foot onclothed trooth is that his snorin" falls nothin" short of bein" sinful. Boggs has plenty of countenance when he brings them snores to the attention of Enright.
""Thar"s sh.o.r.e a limit somewhar, Sam," Boggs says, "to this yere drunkard"s right to snore. Which he"s simply keepin" everybody over to the O. K. House settin" up. Onless something"s done to check him, thar"ll be a epidemic of St. Vitus dance. You ask Doc Peets; he"ll tell you that this yere Monte with his snorin" is a scourge."
"It"s not alone their volume, but their quality, which makes them snores of Monte so ondesir"ble. Some folks snores a heap deprecatory, an" like they"re apol"gizin" for it as they goes along. Others snores in a manner ca"mly confident, an" all as though the idee that any gent objects would astonish "em to death. Still others snores plumb deefiant, an" like they ain"t snorin" so much for comfort, that a-way, as to show their contempt for mankind. It"s to this yere latter hostile school that drunkard, Monte, belongs.
"After Boggs lodges complaint, Enright takes a corrective peek into the sityooation. Thar"s two rooms over the O. K. kitchen, sort o" off by themselves. Upon Enright"s hint, Missis Rucker beds down Monte in one, an" Deef Andy, who mends harness for the stage company an" can"t hear nothin", in the other.
""It"s for the safety of your excellent car"vansary, Ma"am," Enright explains. "Which Dan"s mighty easy moved; an" some mornin", onless you adopts them improvements, that somnolent sot you"re harborin" "ll go too far with Dan. I takes it you-all don"t want the shack all smoked up with Dan"s six-shooter? In which event you"ll put that reverberant drunkard in the far-corner room, with Andy next."
"Peets once mentions a long-ago poet party, named Johnson, who, speakin" of a fellow poet after he"s dead an" down onder the gra.s.s-roots, lets on that he teches nothin" he don"t adorn. You can go your ultimate simoleon that ain"t Monte"s style. The only things he don"t upset is bottles; the only flooid he never spills is licker.
This yere last would be ag"inst his religion. Wharever he goes, he"s otherwise draggin" his rope, an" half the time he"s steppin" on it.
"It"s him that coaxes that onhappy Polish picture painter our way.
This yere is long after he"s drivin" stage, an" as Wolfville"s offishul drunkard becomes a tol"rated feachure of the camp. This Polish artist person is as much out o" place in Arizona as a faro lay-out at a Sunday school picnic. Monte crosses up with him over at Tucson in the Oriental S"loon, an" while thar"s no ties between "em, more"n what nacherally forms between two gents who sets drinkin"
together all night long, before ever they"re through with each other that inspired inebriate lands the locoed artist party on our hands.
Enright sh.o.r.e does go the limit in rebookin" Monte.
""Why, Sam," says Monte, an" he"s that depreecatory he whines, "I allows you"ll look on him as a acquisition."
""All the same," returns Enright, an" I never knows him more forbiddin", "yereafter please confine your annoyin" a.s.sidooities to drivin" stage, an" don"t go tryin" to improve the outlook of this camp."
"Monte, with this, gets that dismal he sheds tears. "Which it sh.o.r.e looks like I can"t do nothin" right," he sobs.
""Then don"t," says Enright.
"From the start, Monte graves himse"f upon the mem"ry of folk as the first sport, to onroll his blankets in Cochise County, who consoomes normal over twenty drinks a day. Upon festal occasions like Noo Year"s, an" Christmas, an" Fo"th of Jooly, an" Thanksgivin", no gent who calls himse"f a gent thinks of keepin" tabs on a fellow gent, no matter how freequent he signs up to Black Jack. On gala o"casions, sech as them noted, the bridle is plumb off the hoss, an" even though you drinks to your capac"ty an" some beyond, no one"s that vulgar as to go makin" remarks. But that ain"t Monte; he"s different a heap. It looks like every day is Fo"th of Jooly with him, he"s that inveterate in his reemorseless hankerin" for nosepaint.
"Also, regyarded as to his social side, Monte, as I states former, is a nooisance. Knowin" folks, too, is his fad. Only so you give him licker enough, he"ll go surgin" round accostin" every gent he sees. No matter how austere a stranger is, Monte"ll tackle him. An" at that he never says nothin" worth hearin", an" in its total absence of direction his conversation resembles nothin" so much as a dog chasin"
its tail.
"An" then thar"s them footile bluffs he"s allers tryin" to run. He"s been pesterin" in an" out of the Red Light one evenin" ontil he"s got Black Jack incensed. As he comes squanderin" along, for say the twentieth time, Black Jack groans, an" murmurs,
""Yere"s that booze-soaked old hoss-thief ag"in!"
"Monte gets the echo of it, same as folks allers does when it ain"t wanted, but he"s onable to say who. So he stands thar by the bar, glarin" "round an" snortin". Final, he roars:
""Who cuts loose that personal"ty?"
"Thar ain"t no answer, an" Monte ag"in takes to pitchin" on his rope.
""Show me the galoot who insults me," he roars; "let him no longer dog it, but p"int himse"f out as the gent."
""All right," says Black Jack, whose indignation gets the best of his reespons"bilities as barkeep, "which I"m the party who alloodes to you as a booze-soaked old hoss-thief."
""An" so you"re the gent," says Monte, castin" a witherin" glance at Black Jack; "so you"re the would-be sooicide who calls me a booze-soaked old hoss-thief?"
""Which I"m the identical stingin" lizard. Now what is it you"re so plumb eager to say?"
""What am I eager to say? I merely wants to remark that you ain"t done nothin" to swell up over. You-all needn"t go thinkin" you"re the first barkeep who calls me a booze-soaked old hoss-thief."
"Havin" la"nched this yere, Monte turns off as stiffly pompous as though he ain"t left a grease-spot of Black Jack.
"When folks won"t listen to him no longer, Monte goes bulgin" forth into the highways an" the byways, an" holds long an" important discussions with signs, an" dry-goods boxes, an" sim"lar inan"mate elements of the landscape. Also, to mules an" burros. I remarks him myse"f, whisperin" in the onregyardful y"ear of a burro, an" said anamile as sound asleep as a tree. When that drunkard"s through his confidences, he backs off, an" wavin" his paw plumb myster"ous at the burro says:
""Remember, now; I"m givin" you this yere p"inter as a friend."
"That time Black Jack offends Monte, after the latter hits the sidewalk followin" what he clar"ly considers is his crushin" come-back on Black Jack, he gets the feelin" that Jack"s ha"ntin" along on his trail. Before he"s gone fifty foot, he w"irls about, an" shouts:
""Don"t you-all follow me! Which, if you crowds me, them places that has knowed you won"t know you no more forever."
"When Monte gets off this menace, it seems like the Black Jack specter becomes intim"dated, an" tries to squar" itse"f.
""What"s that?" Monte asks, after listenin" mighty dignified to the spook"s excuses; "you begs my pardon? Not another word. If you-all keeps on talkin" now you"ll sp"ile it. Thar"s my hand," givin" the fingers of the phantom a mighty earnest squeeze. "I"m your friend, an"
that goes."
"Havin" established a peace, Monte insists that the Black Jack phantom b"ar him company to the O. K. Restauraw. In spite of all Missis Rucker can say or do, he plants the spook at the table, feeds it on the best that"s in the kitchen, an" all as confident as if it"s sh.o.r.ely troo.
Also, he insists on payin" for two.
"When Missis Rucker tries to show him he"s down wrong, he refooses to have it that way.
""Do you-all reckon, Ma"am, that I can"t trust my eyes none?" he demands. "Which you"ll tell me next that them airtights I tops of with is figments."
""But thar"s only one of you-all," Missis Rucker persists.
""Ma"am," returns Monte, his manner plumb s"picious, "I don"t jest quite sense your little game. Whatever it is, however, you-all can"t play it on old Monte. You write back to my fam"ly an" the neighbors, an" the least flatterin" among "em"ll tell you that I"m as cunnin" as a squinch owl. Thar"s two of us who feeds, an" for two of us I settles. Bein" a woman, you"re too feeble-witted for reason, too mendacious for trooth."
""Don"t you go callin" me no woman," says Missis Rucker, her eyes snappin", "onless you"re ready to cash in."
""Women!" repeats Monte, sort o" addressin" the scenery, but still plenty cynical, "what be they except a fleetin" show to man"s deloosion given. Also, thar"s nothin" to "em. You opens their front door, an" you"re in their back yard."
"Texas has been givin" y"ear to the talk. It"s before his Laredo wife starts ropin" for that divorce; but she"s already makin" war medicine, an" the signs an" signal smokes which p"int to an uprisin" is vis"ble on every hill. Texas is careful not to let Missis Rucker hear him none, but as he walks away, he mutters:
""That ghost-seein" sport"s got the treemors, but all the same I strings with him on them estimates of ladies."
"Texas is that fav"rably affected about Monte, he talks things over with Tutt, who himse"f ain"t married to Tucson Jennie none as yet.
Them nuptials, an" that onbiased blessin", little Enright Peets Tutt, who results tharfrom, comes along later.
""Which thar"s good in that Monte maverick," says Texas; "only so we could get the nosepaint out of him."
""Now, I wouldn"t wonder none, neither," says Tutt.
""He drinkt up two quarts an" a half yesterday," says Texas.
""Ain"t thar no steps which can be took?" Tutt asks. "Two quarts an" a half, though, sh.o.r.e sounds like he"s somethin" of a prop"sition."
"These yere remarks is made in the Red Light, an" Tutt an" Texas appeals to Cherokee, whar that courtier of fortune is settin" in behind his lay-out. Cherokee waves "em off, p"lite but firm.
""Don"t ask me none," he says. "You-all knows my doctrines. Let every gent kill his own snakes."