The Deef
Woman ain't seemin' to regard the Major's jumpin' the outfit as no
loss, however. Wherein she's plenty accurate, for that Major shorely
ain't worth ropin' to brand.
"After he's gone--an' the Major's moccasin track ain't never seen in
Wolfville no more, he's gone that good--the next we-alls hears of
the deal, this yere Deef Woman's playin' the piano at the dance-
hall.
"Doc Peets an' Enright, likewise the rest, don't like this none
whatever, for she don't show dance-hall y'ear marks, an' ain't the
dance-hall brand; but it looks like they's powerless to interfere.
"Peets tries to talk to her, but she blushes an' can't hear him;
while Enright an' Missis Rucker--which the last bein' a female
herse'f is rung in on the play--don't win out nothin' more. Looks
like all the Deef Woman wants is to be let alone, while she makes a
play the best she can for a home-stake.
"I pauses to mention, however, that durin' the week the Deef Woman
turns her game at the piano--for she don't stay only a week as the
play runs out--she comes mighty near killin' the dance-hall
business. The fact is this were Deef Woman plays that remarkable
sweet no one dances at all; jest nacherally sets'round hungerin' for
them melodies, an' cadences to that extent they actooally overlooks
drinks.
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