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HARD LUCK IN NUGGET
By Harold Carter
Women, certainly are queer. They
ict in the most unexpected ways, and
when you think" you've roped them
they're up and away like a wildmav
erick. Now there was Miss Rose
Crawford, who kept books for Jim
Riley. First he thought he'd got her
and then he thought he hadn't, and.
then, just when he thought he had
We'd heard a new preacher was
coming to Nugget, and naturally the
boys were interested. Doctor Hadley,
who had been with us six years, had
been thought a good deal of. His Sat
urday night illustrated lectures on the
wonders of nature had proved a live
wire. Jim Riley had won the prize
Doctor Hadley offered for the best
collection of lizards and Tom Bullen's
wife got the prize he gave for the
best cake baked for the church so
ciable; and so, with the parson gone,
we saw all our innocent pastimes nip
ped in the bud unless Mr. Frank Cun
ningham turned out a sociable sort
of man like his predecessor.
The minute he steps off the train,
however, he looks so queer we see
something is wrong. He looks about
him surprised like.
"Where's your outlaws?" he asks.
"There ain't been none here for
these ten years, not since they passed
the antigambling laws," says Tom.
"Why don't you carry pistols?" the
parson asks, still more surprised.
"Theys taxed too high," I explains.
"Times is hard in Nugget"
"What, don't you shoot up tender
feet who take drinks of lemonade?"
"Everybody drinks lemonade, mis
ter," explains Jim Riley. "This is a
The parson looks at us with a sort
of scowl, and by the next day every
body knew what was wrong. He had
expected to find a wild west town and
was all nerved up to put down vice.
Naturally this didn't make too gotid
an impression on us, especially when
he preached a sermon against out
laws from the pulpit the first Sunday.
The boys had another thing against
him, too. He'd asked Miss Rose to
go buggy-riding with him on the
Wednesday, and as Jim Riley had
been mopololizing her a good deal, we
didn't like the buttin-in feature. How
ever, Miss Rose went with him, and
when she come back she giggles.
"He didn't talk about nothing but
outlaws," she said to us. "He thinks
we're hiding the vice of Nugget from
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"He Didnt Talk About Nothing But
him to prevent his breaking it up.
He says if he spots it he's going to
"So that's why he eome nosine
round my back door on Sunday be-
lore enurenr exclaimed Jim, hotly.
"Wanted to see if I was violating the'
temperance laws, eh?"
Well, after another week had gone
by things was getting unbearable.
None of us wanted to lay hands on
the parson, but we saw he hadn't