Wolfville Days

Johnson's

arty, Toothpick Johnson does, an' no gun on the gent, the same bein' out of roole entire. Nacherally, while no one blames Toothpick, who makes the play w

yere over- zealous people, an' prematoorely prone that a-w

s up a poker hand, kyard by kyard, as they comes. They're that for'ard,-that headlong to get out

y?' I says to Toothpick, reprovin' of him. 'Wh

f I ain't got three aces or some sech,' s

your whole hand together. Likewise, you'd display a mighty sight more savey if you keeps your eyes on the dealer till he lays d

oothpick is too quick. His intellects, it look

him an' Boggs is discoursin' together, sizin' up Toothpick. 'He's th

e we-all disapproves an' stamped

'round in front of the Red Light, breakin' into letters an' papers, an' a-makin' of comments, when along wanders a party who's been picnicin

yooal an' never does lapse into bein' sober for a second. It's shore remark'ble, now, how all them Red Dog people stays intox'cated while they sojourns in Wo

it may not; I don't go pryin' none to determine. But bein' he's plumb drunk, as you readily discerns, it keeps up a barrier ag'

ut, as I'm sayin', this totterin' wreck I mentions comes stragglin' up, more or less permiscus an' vague, an', without sayin' a word or

this yere bluff on th

Toothpick, who's been

', an' is at that time

d thing to eat

rds him. It's then I notes the lights begin to dance in Toothpick's eyes; with that imp

ck like he's found a victim. Toothpick is fidgetin' on his feet, with his thumbs stuck in

me shootin'. I don't then nor now know why none. But that ignorance i

th his six-shooter. Which if he's cool an' ca'm, it would never come to me that a-way; a cool gent never p

gloatin' over, I asks? Or, mebby you're thinkin' o

makes a move, which is reasonable quick, for his hip. He's got on a long coat, an' while no gent ca

led two inches onder his surtoot, when Toothpick cuts free his '44, an'

does kick or flutter once. It'

w he tries to fill h

, mighty

k? He don't have no weapon, none whatever; nothin' more vig'rous than a pea

ick, straightenin' up an' lookin

ho's more abashed an' discouraged than he is when he finds this pers

kes for his whiskey which I mistakes for a gun play. Thar I errs, an' stacks up this Red Dog person wrong. Now that I onderstands, while acknowledgin' my fal'cies, the least I can do is to respect deceased's las

hat. No one talks of stringin' him for what's a plain case of bad jedgment, an' nothin' more. But s

s 'abeyance.' Without puttin' no stain on your character, it's right to say you ain't sedentary enough, an' that you-all is a heap too soon besides. In view, tharfore, of what I states, an' of you droppin' this yere Red Dog gent-not an ounce of iron on him at the time!-while we exonerates,