The Argosy, Vol. 82, No. 3 — page 189: what you’re looking at

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OI! of cheers. He wiped his face on a ban- danna handkerchief and got off the chair on which he had been standing, glowing with pride and puffing with the effort. Later, bride and groom were driven to Penyan to catch a train for California, where the honeymoon was to be spent. Horsemen rode with them, and prominent among the riders was little Perdue, noisy and genial. Blank cartridges were fired, and Reeves remarked to Lady Ann that all they needed for a Fourth of July celebra- tion were two rockets and a pin-wheel. Some of the gold hunters from Penyan stood in the street of Nugget Notch. “What’s the fracas?” one asked of Colo- nel Hungerford. “Fracas, suh?” stormed the colonel. “I allow if you were heard to refer to this THE OL!! OI!!! 563 event by that name you would be shot full of holes on the spot. “No fracas, suh, no fracas, but a wed- ding. Our esteemed fellow townsman, Mar- tin Reeves, has been joined in wedlock with the girl of his choice, a girl in a million, and as fair of face as she is beautiful in spirit. I refer to Lady Ann Bobbett, whose folks keep the Bazar across the street.” “Oh, he’s the guy that helped the old judge rope the highwaymen,” said another of the stampeders. “What was the judge here for?” “To cure a case of nostalgia, Hungerford with dignity. “What’s that?” inquird the stranger. The colonel didn’t know; and he retired to the office of the hotel to make inquiries of Robbins. 13 answered END. s% dein Hanna MUST say some fellahs got it a nerve | like a prize-fighter. I don’t mean fel- lahs what make a living in a ring with their hands either, but fellahs what make a living with their kopf—the head—trim- ming their neighbors and friends. There is that Asa Wolfinger now. I be- lieve positively he makes more money trimming people than what he makes hon- est on his farm yet. If he don’t lie awake nights and studying how he can make some money without working, why, I’m the champeen prewaricator. The fellahs what I know are always watching Wolfinger to see who he will trim next, so when I went by the Red Heifer one day to talk insurance with Aaron Schlissler what runs the hotel, Aaron he says to me: ‘“Hi, Phares! Phares Himmel! What do you think that Wolfinger done now?” “Search me,” I says. “ Did he sting another sucker?”’ ‘‘ Did he sting another sucker? ‘Yah, he stung two of them this time for fair. Be- lieve me, that Wolfinger is the limit posi- EORMICLOOO (C cS (E@)