Wolfville Nights

Chapter 22

""I ain"t none so sh.o.r.e neither," says Peets. "Love may be blind, but somehow, I don"t sign up the play that way. Thar"s plenty of people, same as this pinfeather party, who discerns beauties in their sweethearts that"s veiled to you an" me."

"Of course, these yere discussions concernin" Abby"s charms takes place weeks later. On the weddin" day, Wolfville"s too busy trackin" "round an" backin" Abby"s game to go makin" remarks. In this connection, however, it"s only right to Abby to say that her pinfeather beau don"t share Missis Rucker"s views. Although Abby done threatens him with a gun-play to make him lead her to the altar that time her old paw creases him, an" he begins to wax low-sperited about wedlock, still, the pinfeather party"s enamoured of Abby an" wropped up in her.

""Sh.o.r.e! says this pinfeather party to Texas Thompson, who, outen pity for him, takes the bridegroom over to the Red Light, to be refreshed; "sh.o.r.e! while thar"s no one that egreegious to go claimin" that my Abby"s doo to grade as "cornfed," all the same she"s one of the most fascinatin" ladies,--that is, an" give her a gun,--in all the len"th an" breadth of Arizona. I knows; for I"ve seen my Abby shoot."

""Excoose me, pard," says Texas, after surveyin" the pinfeather party plenty sympathetic; "pardon my seemin" roodness, if I confers with the barkeep aside. On the level! now," goes on Texas to Black Jack as he pulls him off to a corner an" whispers so the pinfeather party don"t hear; "on the level, Jack! ain"t it my dooty--me who saveys what he"s ag"inst--to go warn this victim ag"in matrimony in all its horrors?"

""Don"t you do it!" remonstrates Black Jack, an" his voice trembles with the emphasis he feels; "don"t you do it none! You-all stand paws off! Which you don"t know what you"ll be answerable for! If this yere marriage gets broke off, who knows what new line of conduct this Abby maiden will put out. She may rope onto Boggs, or Peets, or mebby even me. As long as Abby ain"t marryin" none of us, Wolfville"s att.i.toode oughter be one of dignified nootrality."

"Texas sighs deep an" sad as he turns ag"in to the pinfeather party; but he sees the force of Black Jack"s argyments an" yields without a effort to combat "em.

""After all," says Texas bitterly to himse"f, "others has suffered; wherefore, then, should this jaybird gent escape?" An" with that, Texas hardens his heart an" gives up any notion of the pinfeather person"s rescoo.

"Which Abby now issues forth of the O.K. Restauraw an" j"ines the pinfeather party when he emerges from the Red Light.

""This sky pilot," says Dan Boggs, approachin" the happy couple, "sends word by me that he"s over in the New York store. In deefault of a sh.o.r.e-enough sanchooary, he allows he yootilises that depot of trade as a headquarters; an" he"s now waitin", all keyed up an" ready to turn his little game. Likewise, he"s been complainin" "round some querulous that you folks is harsh with him, an" abducts him an" threatens his skelp."

""Now, see thar!" ejac"lates Abby, liftin" up her hands. "Does mortal y"ears ever before listen to sech folly! I suppose he takes that gun I has as threats! I"m a onprotected young female, an" nacherally, when I embarks on this yere elopement, I packs one of paw"s guns. Besides, this sweetheart of mine might get cold feet, an" try to jump the game, an" then I"d need said weepon to make good my p"sition. But it"s never meant for that pastor! When I"m talkin" to him to prevail on him to come along, an" that gun in my hand at the time, I does sort o" make references to him with the muzzle. But he needn"t go gettin"

birdheaded over it; thar"s nothin" hostile meant!"

""Enright explains to him satisfact"ry," says Boggs. "An" as you urges, it don"t mean nothin". Folks on the brink of bein" married that a-way gets so joyfully bewildered it comes mighty near the same as bein" locoed."

""Well," says the pinfeather party, who"s been stackin" up a dust-cloud where some one"s gallopin" along about three miles over on the trail, "if I"m any dab at a guess that"s your infuriated paw pirootin" along over yonder, an" we better get these matrimonial hobbles on without further onreasonable delays. That old murderer would plug me; an" no more hes"tation than if I"m a coyote! But once I"m moved up into p"sition as his son-in-law, a feelin" of nearness an" kinship mighty likely op"rates to stay his hand. Blood"s thicker than water, an" I"m in a hurry to get reelated to your paw."

"But Enright has his notions of what"s proper, an" he su"gests the services be delayed ontil old Glegg gets in. Meanwhile he despatches Jack Moore an" Dan Boggs as a gyard of honor to lead old Glegg to our trystin" place in the New York store.

""An" the first thing you-all do, Jack," says Enright, as Jack an" Dan rides away, "you get that outcast"s guns."

"It ain"t no more"n time for one drink when Jack an" Dan returns in company of this Glegg. He"s a fierce, gray old gent with a eye like a wolf. Jest before he arrives, Enright advises the pinfeather person an" the bride Abby, to go camp in the r"ar room so the sudden sight of "em won"t exasp"rate this parent Glegg to madness.

""Whatever"s the meanin" of this yere concourse?" demands old Glegg, as he comes into the New York store, an" p"intin" to where Peets an" Texas an" Cherokee Hall, along with Enright, is standin" about; "an" why does these hold-ups"--yere he indicates Dan an" Jack,--"denoode me of my hardware, I"d like to know?"

""These gents," says Enright, "is a quorum of that respectable body known as the Wolfville Stranglers, otherwise a Vig"lance Committee; an"

your guns was took so as to redooce the chances of hangin" you--the same bein" some abundant, nacheral,--to minimum. Now who be you? also, what"s your little game?"

""My name"s Benjamin Glegg," responds old Glegg. "I owns the Sunflower brand an" ranch. As for my game: thar"s a member of my fam"ly escapes this mornin"--comes streamin" over yere, I onderstands--an" I"m in the saddle tryin" to round her up. Gents," concloods old Glegg, an" he displays emotion, "I"m simply a hara.s.sed parent on the trail of his errant offspring."

"Then Enright makes old Glegg a long, soft talk, an" seeks to imboo him with ca"mness. He relates how Abby an" the pinfeather sport dotes on each other; an" counsels old Glegg not to come pesterin" about with roode objections to the weddin".

""Which I says this as your friend," remarks Enright.

""It"s as the scripter says," replies old Glegg, who"s mollified a lot, "it"s as the good book says: A soft answer turneth away wrath; but more speshully when the opp"sition"s got your guns. I begins to see things different. Still, I hates to lose my Abby that a-way. Since my old woman dies, Abby, gents, has been the world an" all to me."

""Is your wife dead?" asks Enright, like he sympathises.

""Sh.o.r.e!" says old Glegg; "been out an" gone these two years. She"s with them cherubim in glory. But folks, you oughter seen her to onderstand my loss. Five years ago we has a ranch over back of the Tres Hermanas by the Mexico line. The Injuns used to go lopin" by our ranch, no"th an" south, all the time. You-all recalls when they pays twenty-five dollars for skelps in Tucson? My wife"s that thrifty them days that she buys all her own an" my child Abby"s clothes with the Injuns she pots. Little Abby used to scout for her maw. "Yere comes another!" little Abby would cry, as she stampedes up all breathless, her childish face aglow. With that, my wife would take her hands outen the wash-tub, snag onto that savage with her little old Winchester, and quit winner twenty-five right thar."

""Which I don"t marvel you-all mourns her loss," says Enright consolin"ly.

""She"s sh.o.r.ely--Missis Glegg is--" says old Glegg, shakin" his grizzly head; "she"s sh.o.r.e the most meteoric married lady of which hist"ry says a word. My girl Abby"s like her."

""But whatever"s your objection," argues Enright, "to this young an"

trusty sport who"s so eager to wed Abby?"

""I objects to him because he gambles," says old Glegg. "I can see he gambles by him pickin" up the salt cellar between his thumb an" middle finger with the forefinger over the top like it"s a stack of chips, one evenin" when he stays to supper an" I asks him to "pa.s.s the salt."

Then ag"in, he don"t drink; he tells me so himse"f when I invites him to libate. I ain"t goin" to have no teetotal son-in-law around, over-powerin" me in a moral way; I"d feel criticised an" I couldn"t stand it, gents. Lastly, I don"t like this yere felon"s name none."

""Whatever is his name, then?" asks Enright. "So far he don"t confide no t.i.tle to us."

""An" I don"t wonder none!" says old Glegg. "It shows he"s decent enough to be ashamed. Thar"s hopes of him yet. Gents, his name"s Toad Allen. "Allen" goes, but, gents, I flies in the air at "Toad." Do you-all blame me? I asks you, as...o...b..ased sports, would you set ca"mly down while a party named "Toad" puts himse"f in nom"nation to be your son-in-law?"

""None whatever!" says Jack Moore; an" Dan an" Cherokee an" Texas echoes the remark.

""You-all camp down yere with a tumbler of Valley Tan," says Enright, "an" make yourse"f comfortable with my colleagues, while I goes an"

consults with our Gretna Green outfit in the r"ar room."

"Enright returns after a bit, an" his face has that air of se"f-satisfaction that goes with a gent who"s playin" on velvet.

""Your comin" son-in-law," says Enright to old Glegg, "defends himse"f from them charges as follows: He agrees to quit gamblin"; he says he lies a whole lot when he tells you-all he don"t drink none; an" lastly, deplorin" "Toad" as a cognomen, an" explainin" that he don"t a.s.soome it of free choice but sort o" has it sawed off on him in he"pless infancy, he offers--you consentin" to the weddin"--to reorganise onder the name of "Benjamin Glegg Allen.""

"Son, this yere last proposal wins over old Glegg in a body. He not only withdraws all objections to the nuptials, but allows he"ll make the pinfeather sport an" Abby full partners in the Sunflower. At this p"int, Enright notifies the preacher sharp that all depends on him; an"

that excellent teacher at once acquits himse"f so that in two minutes Wolfville adds another successful weddin" to her list of triumphs.

""It "l.u.s.trates too," says Enright, when two days later the weddin"

party has returned to Tucson, an" Wolfville ag"in sinks to a normal state of slumbrous ease, "it sort o" "l.u.s.trates how open to argyments a gent is when once he"s lost his weepons. Now if he isn"t disarmed that time, my eloquence wouldn"t have had no more effect on old Glegg than throwin" water on a drowned rat.""

CHAPTER XVII.

The Clients of Aaron Green.

"And so there were no lawyers in Wolfville?" I said. The Old Cattleman filled his everlasting pipe, lighted it, and puffed experimentally.

There was a handful of wordless moments devoted to pipe. Then, as one satisfied of a smoky success, he turned attention to me and my remark.

"Lawyers in Wolfville?" he repeated. "Not in my day; none whatever!

It"s mighty likely though that some of "em"s done come knockin" along by now. Them jurists is a heap persistent, not to say diffoosive, an"

soon or late they sh.o.r.e trails into every camp. Which we"d have had "em among us long ago, but nacherally, an" as far as argyments goes, we turns "em off. Se"f-preservation is a law of nacher, an" these maxims applies to commoonities as much as ever they does to gents personal.

Wherefore, whenever we notices a law wolf scoutin" about an" tryin" to get the wind on us, we employs our talents for lyin", fills him up with fallacies, an" teaches him that to come to Wolfville is to put down his destinies on a dead kyard; an" he tharupon abandons whatever of plans he"s harbourin" ag"in us, seein" nothin" tharin.

"It"s jest before I leaves for the East when one of these coyotes crosses up with Old Man Enright in Tucson, an" submits the idee of his professional invasion of our camp.

""Which I"m in the Oriental at the time," says Enright, when he relates about his adventure, "an" this maverick goes to jumpin" sideways at me in a friendly mood. Bein" I"m a easy-mannered sport with strangers, he has no trouble gettin" acquainted. At last he allows that he aims to pitch his teepee in Wolfville, hang out a shingle, an" plunge into joorisprudence. "I was thinkin"," says he, "of openin" a joint for the practice of law. As a condition prior advised by the barkeep, an" one which also recommends itse"f to me as dictated of the commonest proodence, I figgers on gainin" your views of these steps."

"""You does well," I replies, "to consult me on them p"ints. I sees you"re sh.o.r.e a jo-darter of a lawyer; for you handles the language like a muleskinner does a blacksnake whip. But jest the same, don"t for one moment think of breakin" in on Wolfville. That outfit don"t practice law none; she practices facts. It offers no openin" for your game.

Comin" to Wolfville onder any conditions is ever a movement of gravity, an onless a gent is out to chase cattle or dandle kyards or proposes to array himse"f in the ranks of commerce by foundin" a s"loon, Wolfville would not guarantee his footure any positive reward."

"""Then I jest won"t come a whole lot," says this law sharp. Whereupon we engages in mootual drinks an" disperses to our destinies."

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