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"I expect you're going to tell me now that Sanson T. Wrangler got foolin' around in some low down gamblin' saloon and lost that pile of dollars over a game of poker. What?" "No," continued Isa, "that wasn't the way of it; though I allow he was in Brierley's saloon Saturday night, boastin' to his friends about how he'd rounded up the cash, and had locked it away in his iron safe back of the store.
Isa Blagg handed him his box, which was partly open, showing about a dozen matches with pink heads. "Ah," Kiddie nodded. "Where'd you get 'em?" "Bought 'em in Brierley's saloon in Laramie," said Isa. "Why?" "Nothing," replied Kiddie, "only they're the same sort as a broken one I found in the canoe. Chap as left that pipe must have tried to light it in a high wind.
I couldn't face them for shame." "Oh, Thomas," cried Ned, "what a slave the drink's made of you: mustn't! can't! durstn't! what! ain't you a man? haven't you got a will of your own?" "No, Ned, that's just it; I haven't a will of my own: the old lad's got it off me long since." "Ay, but, Thomas, you must get it back again," exclaimed Brierley's wife; "you must go to Jesus, and he'll help you."
"Then we've no need ter hang around much longer," said Rube, "for I've fixed on Lone Wolf Cañon. There's a strong appeal in the name of Lone Wolf." "Gives promise of romantic solitood, don't it?" mused the sheriff. "I'm not hankerin' after solitoods, myself. For real enjoyment, give me Brierley's saloon in Laramie on a Saturday night."
People who talked about total abstinence as a sour and mopish thing, should have spent an evening at Ned Brierley's when the whole family was at home; why, there was more genuine, refreshing, innocent fun and mirth there in half an hour than could have been gathered in a full evening's sitting out of all the pot- houses in the neighbourhood put together.
Have you arrested him?" "Nick's vamoosed," resumed the sheriff; "an' that goes against him. He was sure in Laramie Saturday night even in Brierley's saloon. He knew about Sanson T. Wrangler's pile o' money bein' fixed up in the safe. He wasn't anyways friendly disposed to Sanson T. neither. Thar's a heap of evidence pointin' straight to Nick Undrell.
And Fanny answered, with a blush and smile, "And I, father, was never able to act a daughter's part by you until now, and therefore I think you have every right to expect I should do so for some time longer. I have no objections to be Charles Brierley's wife, and I have told him so; but we are both young, and at all events I will not leave you." "Now," said Mrs.
Spite of all his swaggering and blustering speeches no man knew better than he the sterling worth of Brierley's character; no man was more truly convinced, down in the depths of his heart, that Ned's principles and practice were right.
But there was a farther future; there was in the far distance the blackness of darkness for ever, yet rendered visible by the glare of a coming hell. Evening thickened round her, but she sat on. The air all about her seemed crowded with spirits of evil; her misery became deeper and deeper; she did not, she could not repent and what then? An hour later Betty returned from Ned Brierley's.
"No, no," said the other; "you're none of that sort. You look very down; a pint of ale'll be just the very thing to set you right." Johnson took the ale. "Didn't I see you coming out of Ned Brierley's?" asked one of the drinkers. "Well, and what then?" asked Johnson, fiercely. "Oh, nothing; only I thought, maybe, that you were for coming out in the teetottal line.
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