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THE SCHOOLMA'AM OF COYOTE COUNTY.
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Mexican could do nothing but obey, and in that undignified position he made Pedro march ahead of him to the school-house. The arrival was most opportune. Lazy Lawton, the foreman of the jury, was handing in the verdict for the schoolma'am to read. Deathly pale and with trembling hands, one would have thought that she was the accused herself. But encouraged by a pressure of the hand from Buckley, she opened the envelope and read aloud, "The jury find the prisoner guilty."
Buckley received the verdict calmly, but the young schoolma'am was horrified. The miners, waiting no longer to carry out the sentence on the prisoner, started to rush him out, but their exit was stopped by the entrance of Sam Wah and his prisoner, Pedro.
"Him velly much bad gleaser," announced the Chinaman. And to the amazement of all he continued, "Pedro, him fight Buckley, Buckley drop handkershiff. Pedro pick it up — me see him. Pedro get money, and him get levenge on Buckley. Mebbe Heathen plitty good detectif?"
"Search that man !" commanded Molly, pointing to the greaser. Big Ben attended to this and at once brought forth the money.
"Caught with the goods !" exclaimed Lazy Lawton, while Big Ben showed his disappointment by saying nothing.
Out they rushed with the terrified Mexican, leaving Big Ben to apologize to the injured pair.
"We got the wrong man, ma'am," he admitted to Molly, "but I'm sartin that you've got the right one for keeps."
The departure of Big Ben was the signal for Buckley and Molly to fall into each other's arms. And they were unaware that anyone was watching them until a rapping on the desk made them look up to find "The Heathen" playing teacher.
"How much you think, one plus one?" quizzed the Celestial.
"In this case the answer is one," replied the schoolma'am, smiling at her "Class-for-life."
OXE AXD OXE MAKES ONE.