K. Restauraw for our grub; an' thar's the stage an'
our ponies to pull our freight with when Wolfville life begins to
pull on us as too pastoral, an' we thirsts for the meetropolitan
gayety of Tucson.
"As I says we alls has all that heart can hunger for; that is hunger
on the squar'.
"Among other things, thar's a Chink runnin' a laundry an' a-doin' of
our washin'. This yere tub-trundler's name is Lung, which, however.
brands no cattle yere.
"It's one afternoon when Doc Peets gets a letter from a barkeep over
in Tucson sayin': Dear Doc:
Thar's an esteemable lady due in Wolfville on to-morrer's stage.
She's p'intin' out to run a laundry. Please back her play. If thar's
a Chinaman in town, run him out.
And obleege, yours,
Dick.
"'Whatever do you think, Enright?' says Doc Peets after readin' us
the letter.
"'That's all right,' says Enright, 'the Chink goes. It's onbecomin'
as a spectacle for a Caucasian woman of full blood to be contendin'
for foul shirts with a slothful Mongol. Wolfville permits no sech
debasin' exhibitions, an' Lung must vamos. Jack,' he says, turnin'
to Jack Moore, 'take your gun an' sa'nter over an' stampede this
yere opium-slave.
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