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Page 37
McKee caught the weapon, muttering "Thanks."
"It needs cleaning," sneered the Sheriff.
Turning at the doorway, McKee said; "I ain't much stuck on
weddin's, anyway." Looking at Jack, he continued threateningly:
"Next time we meet it'll be at a little swaree of my own."
"Get," was Jack's laconic and ominous command.
With assumed carelessness, McKee answered: "I'm a-gettin'. Well,
gents, I hopes you all'll enjoy this yere pink tea. Say, Bud,
put a piece of weddin'-cake in your pocket for me. I wants to
dream on it."
"Who brought him here?" asked Jack, facing his guests.
"I did," answered Bud defiantly.
"You might have known better," was Jack's only comment.
"I'm not a-sayin' who's to come and go. This ain't none of my
weddin'."
Polly stopped further comment by laying her hand over his mouth
and slipping into the seat beside him.
"Well, let it go at that," said Jack, closing the incident.
He rejoined Echo as he spoke. The guests reseated themselves.
Mrs. Allen laid her hand on Jack's shoulder and said: "Just the
same, it ain't right and proper for you to be together before the
ceremony without a chaperonie."
"Nothin' that's right nice is ever right proper," laughed Slim.
"Well, it ain't the way folks does back East," replied Mrs. Allen
tartly, glaring at the Sheriff.
"Blast the East," growled Allen. "We does things in our own way
out here."
With a mischievous smile, Slim glanced at his comrades, and then
solemnly observed: "Still, I hear they does make the two
contractin'-parties sit off alone by themselves--"
"What for?" asked Jack.
"Why, to give them the last bit of quiet enjoyment they're goin'
to have for the rest of their lives," chuckled Slim.
The cowboys laughed hilariously at the sally, but Mrs. Allen,
throwing her arms about Echo's neck, burst into tears, crying:
"My little girl."
"What's the use of opening up the sluices now, Josephine?"
"Let her alone, Jim," drawled Slim; "her feelin's is harrowed
some, an' irrigation is what they needs most."
The outburst of tears was incomprehensible to the bridegroom.
Already irritated by the McKee incident, he took affront at the
display of sentiment.
"I don't want any crying at MY wedding."
"It's half my wedding," pouted Echo tearfully.
"Ain't I losin' my daughter," sobbed Mrs. Allen.
"Ain't you getting my mother's son?" snapped Jack.
The men howled with glee at the rude badinage which only called
forth a fresh burst of weeping on the part of Mrs. Allen, in
which the girls began show symptoms of joining.
Polly sought to soothe the trouble by pushing Jack playfully to
one side, and saying: "Oh, stop it all. Look here, Echo Allen,
you know your hair ain't fixed yet."
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