""Thus steered, I goes streakin" it across, an" follows directions. I boards my dollar, an" demands action. The outcast who"s dealin" the license game writes in my name, an" shoves the paper across. In a blur of bliss I files it away in my jeans, mounts my hoss, an" goes gambodin" back to Peggy, waitin" at ancestral Sni-a-bar."
""Is your Peggy sweetheart pretty?" asks Nell.
""She"s a lamp of loveliness! Sweet? Beetrees is gall an" wormwood to her.
""As to the weddin", it"s settled Peggy an" me is to come flutterin"
from our respective perches the next day. Doubtless we"d have done so, only them orange blossom rites strikes the onexpected an" goes glancin" off.
""It"s the Campbellite preacher, who"s been brought in to marry us, that starts it. The play"s to be made at Peggy"s paw"s house, after which, for a weddin" trip, she an" me"s to go wanderin" out torwards the Shawnee Mission, whar I"ve got some kin. The parson, when he has the entire outfit close-herded into the parlor, asks--bein" a car"ful old pract.i.tioner--to see the license. I turns it over, an" he takes it to the window to read. He gives that docyooment one look, an" then glowers at me personal mighty baleful. "Miserable wretch," says he, "do you-all want to get yourse"f tarred an" feathered?"
""In my confoosion I thinks this outbreak is part of the cer"mony, an" starts to say "I do!" Before I can edge in a word, however, he calls over Peggy"s old man. "Read that!" he cries, holdin" the license onder old Pap Parks" nose. Old Parks reads, an" the next news I gets he"s maulin" me with his hickory walkin" stick like he"s beatin" a kyarpet.
""Without waitin" to kiss the bride or recover my license, I simply t"ars out the front of the house an" breaks for the woods. The next day, old Parks takes to huntin" me with hounds. Nacherally, at this proof of man"s inhoomanity to man, I sneaks across into Kansas, an"
makes for the settin" sun."
""An" can"t you give no guess," says Enright, "at why old Parks digs up the waraxe so plumb sudden?"
""No more"n rattlesnakes...o...b..rn, onless his inordinate glee at gettin"
me for a son-in-law has done drove him off his head."
""Which it couldn"t be that," says Enright, takin" a hard, thoughtful look at the Turner person. Then, followin" a pause, he adds, "thar"s some myst"ry yere!"
""Ain"t you-all made no try," asks Nell, "sech as writin" letters, or some game sim"lar, to cl"ar things up?"
""You-all don"t know Pap Parks, Miss, in all his curves. Why, it"s lucky he ain"t wearin" his old bowie at that weddin", or he"d a-split me into half apples. If I goes to writin" missives that a-way, he"ll locate me; an" you can take my word that invet"rate old homicide "d travel to the y"earth"s eends to c"llect my skelp. That ain"t goin" to do me; for, much as I love Peggy, I"d a heap sooner be single than dead."
""That party ain"t locoed," says Texas, noddin" towards the Turner person, whar he sets sobbin" in a cha"r when Enright gets through examinin" him. "He"s simply a howlin" eediot. Yere he escapes wedlock by a mir"cle; an"--chains an" slavery!--now he can"t think of no better way to employ his liberty than in cryin" his heart out because he"s free. If I"m bitter, gents, it"s because I speaks from hard experience. Considerin" how she later corrals that Laredo divorce an"
sells up my cattle at public vandoo for costs an" al"mony, if when I troops to the altar with that lady whom I makes Missis Thompson, my gyardian angel had gone at me with a axe, that faithful sperit would have been doin" no more than its simple dooty in the premises."
"Enright takes it onto himself to squar" the Turner person at the Red Light an" the O. K. Restauraw; an", since his ensooin" conduct is much within decent bounds, except that Rucker steps some high an" mighty when he heaves in sight an" Black Jack gives him hard an" narrow looks, nothin" su"gestive of trouble occurs. In less"n a week he shakes down into his proper place, an" all as placid as a duck-pond.
He"s even a sort o" fav"rite with Nell, Missis Rucker an" Tucson Jennie, they claimin" that he"s sufferin" from soul blight because of a lost love. Certainly, thar"s nothin" in this yere fem"nine bluff, but of course none of us don"t say so at the time.
"Boggs holds that the Turner person"s only a pecooliarly gifted liar, an" refooses to believe in him. "Because it"s prepost"rous," says Boggs, "that folks would go in to frame up a weddin", an" then, led by the preacher, take to mobbin" the bridegroom on the very threshold of them nuptials."
""It ain"t by no means sh.o.r.e, Dan," says Texas, to whom Boggs imparts his convictions, "but what you"ve drove the nail. Which if that Parks household reely has it in for this Turner person, they"d have let him go the route. Could even the revenge of a fiend ask more than simply seein" him a married man?"
"In about a fortnight, that Turner person"s got fully cooled out, an"
the worst effects of what Red Dog licker he imbibes has disappeared.
As he feels himse"f approachin" normal, as Peets puts it, he mentions to Enright casyooal like that, if the town sees nothin" ag"in it, he reckons he"ll open an ondertakin" shop.
""Not," he says, "that I"m the man to go hintin" that what former foonerals has been pulled off in these yere parts ain"t been all they should; but still, to get a meetropolitan effect, you oughter have a hea.r.s.e an" ploomes. Let it be mine to provide them marks of a advanced civilization. It"ll make villages like Red Dog an" Colton sing low, an" be a distinct advantage to a camp which is strugglin" for consid"ration. Yes, sir," goes on the Turner person, warmin" with the theme, "what"s the public use of obsequies if you-all don"t exhaust "em of every ounce of good? An" how can any outfit expect to do this, an" said outfit shy that greatest evidence of modern reefinement, a hea.r.s.e? Given a rosewood coffin, an" a black hea.r.s.e with ploomes--me on the box--an" the procession linin" solemnly out for Boot Hill, if we-all ain"t the instant envy of the territory, you can peg me out by the nearest ant hill ontil I pleads guilty to bein" wrong."
""Thar"s no need for all this yere eloquence," replies Enright, blandly. "What you proposes has been a dream of mine for years. You open your game as fooneral director, an" if we can"t find material for you local, we"ll go rummagin" "round as far as Lordsburg an" Silver City to supply the deficiency."
"Feelin" Enright is behind him, the Turner person goes to work with sech exyooberant enthoosiasm, that it ain"t a month before he brings over his hea.r.s.e from Tucson, said vehicle havin" been sent on from the East. She"s sh.o.r.e no slouch for a catafalque neither, an" we p"rades up an" down the street with it, gettin" the effect.
"Boggs voices the common feelin".
""Thar"s a conveyance," says he, "that comes mighty close to robbin"
death of half its sting. Any sport is bound to cash in more content, when he savvys that his last appearance is bound to be a vict"ry an"
he"ll be freighted to the sepulcher in a swell wagon like that."
""It is sh.o.r.e calc"lated to confer cla.s.s on the deeparted," a.s.sents Tutt.
"These praises certainly exalts the sperits of the Turner person a whole lot. He buys the old Lady Gay dance hall, which, since the goin"
out of the Votes for Women S"loon, has again become the ondispooted property of Armstrong, makes a double-door to back in the hea.r.s.e, an"
reopens that deefunct temple of drink an" merriment as a ondertakin"
establishment. Over the front he hangs up his sign.
COFFIN EMPORIUM.
L. TURNER, FUNERAL DIRECTOR.
CORPSES SOLICITED.
"That sign so much uplifts the sperit of the town it mor"n doubles the day"s receipts at the Red Light. Also, two or three shady characters vamooses for fear of what a nacheral public eagerness to see that hea.r.s.e in action may do.
"It"s the day next on the hocks of the installation of the Turner person in business, an" the fooneral director is lookin" out of the front window of his coffin emporium wishin" some gent"d start somethin" with his gun an" mebby b.u.mp him off a load for his new hea.r.s.e, when Enright eemerges from the post office with a iron look on his face. Peets is with him, an" the pa"r is holdin" a pow-wow.
"The rest of us might have taken more notice, only our sombreros is fittin" some tight on account of the interest we evinces the day prior in he"pin" la"nch the Turner person that a-way. As it is, we bats a lackl.u.s.ter eye, an" wonders in a feeble way what"s done corr"gated Enright"s brow.
"It don"t go no further than wonder, however, ontil after a few moments talk with Nell, Enright sends across for the Turner person. As showin" how keenly sens"tive are the female faculties that a-way, Missis Rucker an" Tucson Jennie is canva.s.sin" some infantile mal"dy of little Enright Peets in the front room of the O. K. House, an" same as if they smells the onyoosual in the air, they comes troopin" over to the Red Light to note what happens next.
""Young man," says Enright, when the Turner person has been brought in, "by way of starter, let me inquire, be you preepared to surrender your destinies, of which you"re plumb onfitted to have charge, into disgusted albeit kindly hands?"
"The Turner person, some oneasy at seein" Moore, who"s carelessly toyin" with a lariat, edgin" "round his way, allows in tremblin" tones he is.
""Thar be those," goes on Enright, "who with the best intentions in the world, has been explorin" the ins an" outs of your Sni-a-bar troubles, an" while the clouds is measur"ble lifted the fresh light shed on your concerns leaves you in a most imbecile sityooation. Which if I thought that little Enright Peets, not yet in techin" distance of his teens, hadn"t got no more sense than you, much as I dotes upon that baby I"d sh.o.r.e vote for his deemise. However, proceedin" with the deal, thar"s this to say: Nellie thar, writes to your Peggy sweetheart, while I opens negotiations with old man Parks. I plans to read you them replies, but after advisin" with the Doc, an" collectin"
the views of Nell, it"s deemed s"fficient to tell you what you"re goin" to do, an" then head you fo"th to its accomplishment. Our conj"int findin"s, the same bein" consented to by old Parks in writin", an" tearfully deesired by your Peggy sweetheart in what she commoonicates to Nellie, is that you proceed at once to Sni-a-bar, an"
get them interrupted nuptials over. After which you"ll be free to return yere with your bride, an" take up the hon"rable an" useful c"reer you"ve marked out. As the preesidin" officer of the Stranglers, my word is that you be ready to start by next stage; which, onless Monte gets so deep in licker that he tips that conveyance over a bluff, should permit you to clasp your Peggy to your bosom an" kiss the tears from her cheeks by the middle of next week."
""But," interjects the Turner person, his voice soundin" like the terrified bleatin" of a sheep, "can"t you-all give me no glimmer of what"s wrong that time? I don"t hanker overmuch to go back in darkened ignorance, like a lamb to the slaughter. What guarantee have I got that old Parks won"t lay for me with that bootcher knife of his"n? It ain"t fair to leave me to go knockin" about, in the midst of perils sech as these, like a blind dog in a meat shop."
""Your Peggy," returns Enright, "encloses a letter to you by the hand of Nellie yere, which may or may not set fo"th what insults you perp"trates upon her fam"ly. Also, said missive furnishes the only chance at this end of the trail of you findin" out the len"th an"
breadth of your ignorant iniquities. For myse"f, the thought of what you-all does that time is so infooriatin" I must refuse to go over it in words. Only, if in his first reesentments old Parks had burned you at the stake, I would not have condemned him. As to your safety pers"nal, you can regyard it as a.s.sh.o.r.ed. Your Peggy will protect you, an" your footure parent-in-law himse"f acquits you of everything except bein" an eediot. It"s, however, got down to whether he preefers to have a fool in his fam"ly or see his darter wretched for life, an"
he"s done nerved himse"f to take the fool."
""Thar"s your sweetheart"s letter," an" Nell puts an envelope which smells of voylets into the Turner person"s hands.
"That ondertaker reads it; an" after bein" confoosed by shame for a moment, he begins to cheer up.
""Folks," he says, kissin" his Peggy"s letter an" stowin" it away in his coat, "I trusts a gen"rous public will permit me, after thankin"
them whose kindness has smoothed out the kinks in my affairs, to close the incident with onlimited drinks for the camp." That"s all he says; an" neither can we dig anything further out of Enright or Nell.
"We sees the Turner person aboard the stage, an" wishes him all kinds of luck. As Monte straightens out the reins over his six hosses an"
cleans the lash of his whip through his fingers, Peets vouchsafes a partin" word.
""Neither I nor Sam," says Peets, "wants you to go away thinkin" that you an" your bride ain"t goin" to be as welcome as roses when you an"
she comes ramblin" in as one on your return."