Emersons Wife and Other Western Stories

Emerson's Wife and Other
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Title: Emerson's Wife and Other Western Stories Emerson's Wife --
Colonel Kate's Protégée -- The Kid of Apache Teju -- A Blaze on Pard
Huff -- How Colonel Kate Won Her Spurs -- Hollyhocks -- The Rise,
Fall, and Redemption of Johnson Sides -- A Piece of Wreckage -- The
Story of a Chinee Kid -- Out of Sympathy -- An Old Roman of
Mariposa -- Out of the Mouth of Babes -- Posey -- A Case of the Inner
Imperative
Author: Florence Finch Kelly

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EMERSON'S WIFE AND OTHER WESTERN STORIES
by
FLORENCE FINCH KELLY
Author of "With Hoops of Steel," "The Delafield Affair," Etc.
With Illustrations in Color by Stanley L. Wood

[Frontispiece: "Want my guns?" shouted Nick derisively. "Then come
and take 'em!"]

Chicago A. C. McClurg & Co. 1911 Copyright A. C. McClurg & Co.
1911 Published September, 1911 Entered at Stationers' Hall, London,
England

CONTENTS
EMERSON'S WIFE
COLONEL KATE'S Protégée

THE KID OF APACHE TEJU
A BLAZE ON PARD HUFF
HOW COLONEL KATE WON HER SPURS
HOLLYHOCKS
THE RISE, FALL, AND REDEMPTION OF JOHNSON SIDES
A PIECE OF WRECKAGE
THE STORY OF A CHINEE KID
OUT OF SYMPATHY
AN OLD ROMAN OF MARIPOSA
OUT OF THE MOUTH OF BABES
POSEY
A CASE OF THE INNER IMPERATIVE

ILLUSTRATIONS
"Want my guns?" shouted Nick derisively. "Then come and take
'em!" . . . . . . Frontispiece
Wemple dug his spurs into its sweating side and the beast sprang
forward at a faster gallop
Out on the plain we saw the Kid yelling like a wild man, with
Dynamite at his highest speed, chasing a jackrabbit
"I'd hate to have to spile your hide, but I'll do it if you don't get out o'
this trail"

EMERSON'S WIFE
AND OTHER WESTERN STORIES

EMERSON'S WIFE
Nick Ellhorn awoke and looked around the room with curiosity and
interest, but without surprise. He had no recollection of having entered
it the night before, and he was lying across the bed fully clothed. But he
had long ago ceased to feel surprise over a matter of that sort. His next
movement was to reach for his revolver, and he gave a grunt of
satisfaction on finding that it hung, as usual, from his cartridge belt. He
was aware of a deep, insistent thirst, and as he sat up on the edge of the
bed he announced aloud, in a tone of conviction, "I sure need a
cocktail!"
Glancing out of the window, he saw a little plaza, fresh in the morning
sunlight with its greening grass and budding trees, and beyond it the
pink walls and portalled front of a long adobe building. He nodded
approvingly.
"I reckon I pulled my freight from Albuquerque all right. And I had a
good load too," he reflected with a chuckle. "And I reckon I sure
bunched myself all right into Santa Fe; for if this ain't the Plaza Hotel, I
'm drunker 'n a feller has any right to be who 's been total abstainin'
ever since last night. But I 've sure got to have a cocktail now, if it busts
a gallus!"
He stared wistfully at the door; but drunken lethargy was still upon him,
and his disinclination to move was stronger than his thirst. His eyes,
roving along the wall, fell upon the electric call button. Stretching a
sinewy arm to its full length he made dumb show of pressing it, as he
said, "One push, one cocktail; two pushes, two cocktails!" Then he
shook his head despairingly. "Too far, can't reach it," he muttered. But
his face brightened as his hand accidentally touched his revolver. Out it

flashed, and there was no tremor in the long brown hand that held it in
position. Bang! Bang! Bang! went the gun, three shots in quick
succession, and then three more. "Six pushes, six cocktails!" he
announced, triumphantly.
The button had been driven into the wall, and several holes hovered
close upon its wreck. A clatter of hurrying feet on the stairway and the
din