The attempt of the Stranglers to lynch a horse-thief at Las Salinas, the same being me.
Then came a paragraph about a young lady staying at the home of the Misses Jameson.
"We are informed that Miss Hilda Jameson, of Norfolk, Va., arrived last week on a visit to her aunts, the Misses Jameson. We regret to hear that on her journey westward this young lady met with an unfortunate accident, being severely bruised on the arm by the fall of a valise out of an upper bunk in the sleeping-car. This bruise has developed a formidable abscess, which the Misses Jameson are treating by the peculiar methods of Christian Science, of which craze they are well-known exponents. For our part we would suggest the calling in of a doctor; but as these ladies are way-up experts at nursing, we trust that their efforts will be successful, and that in a few days more we shall see the young lady around, enjoying all the pleasures of Grave City society. In the meantime Miss Blossom Jameson wishes us to say that the patient needs absolute quiet, and friends are requested not to call at the house until further notice."
"As to the pleasures of Grave City sassiety," says Curly, "I'm plumb fed up already. 'Spose they dream that I'll go back to shoveling manure in that stable?"
I asked her if there had been any visitors at the house.
"They came every day to inquire, and Miss Blossom insulted them regular in the front yard. Now they've quit."
"But nobody saw these ladies meeting a guest at the train."
"No, but you should hear Miss Blossom telling lies out thar in the yard! She's surely an artist."
"Curly," says I, "pull that wig straight, and hide up that scar on yo' brow. Cayn't you even pretend to act like a lady?"
"Like a woman, you mean."