of course we-alls bows p'lite an' hopes she's well an' frisky. She
allows she is, an' heads for the O. K. House.

"It floats over pretty soon that her name's Annie, an' as none of us
wants to call her jest 'Annie'--the same bein' too free a play--an'
hearin' she lives a year or two at Benson, we concloods to call her
Benson Annie, an' let it go at that.

"'The same bein' musical an' expressive,' says Doc Peets, as we all
lines up ag'in the Red Light bar, 'I su'gests we baptize this lady
"Benson Annie," an' yere's to her success.'

"So we-alls turns up our glasses, an' Benson Annie it is.

"The next day the fetid Lung is a thing of the past, an' Benson
Annie has the game to herse'f. Two days later she raises the tariff
to fifty cents on shirts, instead of twenty-five, as previous with
the Chink. But no one renigs.

"'A gent,' says Doc Peets, 'as holds that a Caucasian woman is goin'
to wash a shirt for the miserable stipend of a slave of the Orient
must be plumb locoed. Wolfville pays fifty cents for shirts an' is
proud tharof.'

"Things goes along for mighty like a month, an' then this yere
Benson Annie allows she'll have a visitor.

"'I'm plumb, clean sick,' she says, 'of seein' nothin' but a lot of
drunken, good-for-nothin' sots a-pesterin' 'round, an' I done
reckons I'll have my friend Sal come over from Tombstone an' see me