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The idea of me eatin' with rich folks with one of them solemn butlers that you read about standing behind me chair why, honest, I'd choke to death on the first bite." Leaving Whimple, William marched into Simmons' office and demanded of Lucien Torrance, "Have you gotter clean han'kerchief?" Lucien said he had, and produced one in proof of his assertion.
"'Farewell to you, I says, and the tears come in her eyes, and she says to me wipin' 'em on a han'kerchief I give her, nothing any Welshman ever done for her, and you can bank on that Duke she says to me: 'I'll always think of you as a gentleman, Mr. Wilson. I wasn't onto what that Welshman told her then; I didn't know the straight of it till she wrote and told me after she got to Wyoming."
I do assure you, sir, it is a most beautiful sight to see the gentlemen in defficulties waitin' here for their friends to come to their relief, like the last scene in Blue Beard, where sister Ann waves her han'kerchief from the tower the tyrant is slain and virtue rewarded!
'Twould be some kind of an explanation, though mebbe not the most satisfactory. . . . When I tell you that the man walked into my bar, three days since, an' scattered sovereigns all over my floor! When I tell you he couldn' pull out a han'kerchief to blow his nose but he sneezed sovereigns!" Mrs Polsue gasped.
The han'kerchief was in the air. Don't seem so it had fell an inch when the pistols went pop! pop! Jack's hollered fust. Clarke's pistol fell. His arm dropped an' swung limp as a rope's end. His hand turned red an' blood began to spurt above it. I see Jack's bullet had jumped into his right wrist an' tore it wide open. The Lieutenant staggered, bleedin' like a stuck whale.
I were skeered I don't deny it 'cause a gun don't allus have to be p'inted careful to kill a man. "We all stood watchin' every move. I could hear a bird singin' twenty rod, 'twere that still. Preston stood a leetle out o' line 'bout half-way betwixt 'em. Up come his hand with the han'kerchief in it. Then Jack raised his pistol and took a peek down the line he wanted.
Lot on 'em clim' over the row o' lights, yellin' luk wildcats, 'n' hauled thet air mis'able cuss out o' the grave, 'n' stud 'im up, 'n' gin 'im a drink o' liquor. In half a minute he up with his han'kerchief 'n' waved it over 'is head t' mek 'em keep still. Soon 's they wus quiet he up 'n' he says: 'Gentlemen, says he, 'this 'ere chap hes stood the test o' the sword.
S'pose you let me look before I move you?" He took out a knife and gently slit the coat away. "Sho! I know that hurts! But you got first to the gun! You ran like you was possessed, and you yelled, and you was the first to touch the gun. Thar now! I air a-tying the han'kerchief from your head around your arm, 'cause there's more blood " "They'll have to cut it off," moaned Coffin. "No, they won't.
"That was the spring that Ken Douglass hit this range. One day when she is actin' more foolish than, most he pats her on thu back an' calls her 'Sappho' an' spouts a lot o' hifalutin dago talk an' wipes her eyes with his new silk han'kerchief really! Tenderfeets air cu'r'ous critters an' Ken acts loco a leetle hisself sumtimes.
They had a sense of the ridiculous, most of those poor sun-dried Bushwomen. I fancy that that helped save them from madness. 'We lost nearly all our milkers, she told Mary. Well, Mrs Wilson, I was dead-beat, an' I giv' in. Without seein' what I was doin' I put me finger through one hole in the han'kerchief an' me thumb through the other, and poked me fingers into me eyes, instead of wipin' them.
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