Picture Play Magazine (Sep 1916 - Feb 1917)

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up ter me," Happy went on. "Well, I got her. She only waits my invite to bring her trunk. Now, seein' as how I've been made the goat, I've figured it's up to you fellers to do your share. That there shack uh mine needs consid'ble fittin' out. So what I says is, get busy. In the general store you'll get sofys an' them there things that ladies expect. Go to it, pards. If you agree, shake yer heads up an' down. Them what disag-. ee shake their heads sidewise an' let me see how quick I am with this here cannon. " Solemnly they shook their heads "up and down," and Happy Jack, satisfied, stuck his revolver in its holster. 'That's settled, then. Now let me show you the lady an' ask your opinion of her an' the letter she sends." ' With a certain pride in his bearing, Jack elbowed his way through the group, handed the photo to Monte and 4 the message from the outside world to "Big Bill" McFarland, the sheriff. While the miners grouped around Monte, Big Bill read aloud the letter from Glad Mason. Happy Jack leaned over the bar and grinned contentedly at the barkeeper. "Yuh know I never took much stock in fee-males, Ben," he said ; "but this little lady is different. That's the truth, eh?" "Sure it's the truth; sure you're lucky !" agreed Ben. "So lucky that you'll be wantin' to change the name uh this here camp to Hell Gulch afore you're a month older ! Say, yuh poor Piute, yuh don't suppose the lady what wrote that letter is anything like the picture !" "Wh-why not?" stammered Jack, appalled not so much by Ben's words as by the deep pity expressed in his voice.