"Yes, Peets says if a gent was to take to loadin' up on loco, or deecoctions tharof, he'd become afflicted by bats, same as cattle an' mules.But no one I knows of, so far as any news of it ever comes grazin' my way, is that ongyarded.I never hears tell in detail of sech a case but onct, an' that's a tale that Old Man Enright sets forth one evenin' in the Red Light.
"We-all is settin' 'round the faro layout at the time.Cherokee Hall is back of the box, with Faro Nell on the look-out's stool, but nobody's feelin' playful, an' no money's bein' changed in.It's only about first drink time in the evenin', which, as a season, is prematoor for faro-bank.It's Dave Tutt who brings up the matter with some remarks he makes touchin' the crazy-hoss conduct of a party who works over to the stage company's corral.This hoss-hustler is that eccentric he's ediotic, an' is known as 'Locoed Charlie.' It's him who final falls a prey to ants that time.
"'An' it's my belief,' asserts Tutt, as he concloodes his relations of the ranikaboo breaks of this party, 'that if this Charlie, speakin' mine fashion, was to take his intellects over to the assay office in Tucson, they wouldn't show half a ounce of idee to the ton; wouldn't even show a color.Which he's shore locoed.'
"'Speakin' of being locoed that a-way,' says Enright, 'recalls an incident that takes place back when I'm a yearlin' an' assoomes my feeble part in the Mexican War.That's years ago, but I don't know of nothln' sadder than that story, nothin' more replete of sobs.Not that I weeps tharat, for I'm a thoughtless an' a callous yooth, but, all the same, it glooms me up a heap.'
"'Is it a love story, Daddy Enright?' asks Faro Nell, all eager, an'
bendin' towards Enright across the layout.
"'It shows brands an' y'ear marks as sech, Nellie,' says Enright;'love an' loco makes up the heft of it.'
"'Then tell it,' urges Faro Nell.'I'm actooally hungerin' for a love story,' an' she reaches down an' squeezes Cherokee's hand onder the table.
"Cherokee squeezes hers, an' turns his deal box on its side to show thar's no game goin', an' leans back with the rest of us to listen.
Black Jack, who knows his mission on this earth, brings over a bottle with glasses all 'round.
"'Yere's to you, Nellie,' says Texas Thompson, as we shoves the nose-paint about.'While that divorce edict my wife wins back in Laredo modifies my interest in love tales, an' whereas I don't feel them thrills as was the habit of me onct, still, in a subdooed way Ican drink happiness to you.'
"'Texas,'says Boggs, settin' down his glass an' bendin' a eye full of indignant reproach on Thompson; 'Texas, before I'd give way to sech onmanly weakness, jest because my wife's done stampeded, I'd j'ine the church.Sech mush from a cow-man is disgraceful.You'll come down to herdin' sheep if you keeps on surrenderin' yourse'f to sech sloppy bluffs.'
"'See yere, Dan,' retorts Thompson, an' his eye turns red on Bogs;'my feelin's may be bowed onder losses which sech nachers as yours is too coarse to feel, but you can gamble your bottom dollar, jest the same, I will still resent insultin' criticisms.I advises you to be careful an' get your chips down right when you addresses me, or you may quit loser on the deal.'
"'Now you're a couple of fine three-year-olds! breaks in Jack Moore.
'Yere we be, all onbuckled an'fraternal, an' Enright on the brink of a love romance by the ardent requests of Nell, an' you two longhorns has to come prancin' out an' go pawin' for trouble.You know mighty well, Texas, that Boggs is your friend an' the last gent to go harassin' you with contoomely.'
"'Right you be, Jack,' says Boggs plenty prompt; 'if my remarks to Texas is abrupt, or betrays heat, it's doo to the fact that it exasperates me to see the most elevated gent in camp--for so I holds Texas Thompson to be--made desolate by the wild breaks of a lady who don't know her own mind, an' mighty likely ain't got no mind to know.'
"'I reckons I'm wrong, Dan,' says Thompson, turnin' apol'getic.'Let it all go to the diskyard.I'm that peevish I simply ain't fit to stay yere nor go anywhere else.I ain't been the same person since my wife runs cimmaron that time an' demands said sep'ration.'
"'Bein' I'm a married man,' remarks Dave Tutt, sort o' gen'ral, but swellin' out his chest an' puttin' on a lot of dog at the same time, 'an' wedded to Tucson Jennie, the same bein' more or less known, Ideclines all partic'pation in discussions touchin' the ***.I could, however, yoonite with you-all in another drink, an' yereby su'gests the salve.Barkeep, it's your play.' "'That's all right about another drink,' says Faro Nell, 'but I wants to state that Isympathizes with Texas in them wrongs.I has my views of a female who would up an' abandon a gent like Texas Thompson, an' I explains it only on the theery that she shorely must have been coppered in her cradle.'
"'Nellie onderstands my feelin's,' says Texas, an' he's plumb mournful, 'an' I owes her for them utterances.However, on second thought, an' even if it is a love tale, if Enright will resoome his relations touchin' that eepisode of the Mexican War, I figgers that it may divert me from them divorce griefs I alloodes to.An', at any rate, win or lose, I assures Enright his efforts will be regyarded.'
"Old Man Enright takes his seegyar out of his mouth an' rouses up a bit.He's been wropped in thought doorin' the argyments of Boggs an'
Thompson, like he's tryin' to remember a far-off past.As Thompson makes his appeal, he braces up.
"'Now that Dan an' Texas has ceased buckin',' says Enright, 'an'
each has all four feet on the ground, I'll try an' recall them details.As I remarks, its towards the close of the Mexican War.
