s a ondertakin'
establishment. Over the front he hangs up his sign.

COFFIN EMPORIUM.

L. TURNER, FUNERAL DIRECTOR.

CORPSES SOLICITED.

"That sign so much uplifts the sperit of the town it mor'n doubles the
day's receipts at the Red Light. Also, two or three shady characters
vamooses for fear of what a nacheral public eagerness to see that
hearse in action may do.

"It's the day next on the hocks of the installation of the Turner
person in business, an' the fooneral director is lookin' out of the
front window of his coffin emporium wishin' some gent'd start
somethin' with his gun an' mebby bump him off a load for his new
hearse, when Enright eemerges from the post office with a iron look on
his face. Peets is with him, an' the pa'r is holdin' a pow-wow.

"The rest of us might have taken more notice, only our sombreros is
fittin' some tight on account of the interest we evinces the day prior
in he'pin' la'nch the Turner person that a-way. As it is, we bats a
lackluster eye, an' wonders in a feeble way what's done corr'gated
Enright's brow.

"It don't go no further than wonder, however, ontil after a few
moments talk with Nell, Enright sends across for the Turner person. As
showin' how keenly sens'tive are the female faculties that a-way,
Missis Rucker an' Tucson Jennie is canvassin' some infantile mal'dy of
little Enright Peets in the front room of the O. K. House, an' same as
if they smells the onyoosual in the air, they comes troopin' over to
the Red Light to note what happens next.

"'Young man,' says Enright, when the Turner person has been brought
in, 'by way of starter, let me inquire, be you preepared to surrender
your destinies, of which you're plumb onfitted to have charge, into
disgusted albeit kindly hands?'

"The Turner person, some oneasy at seein' Moore, who's carelessly
toyin' with a lariat, edgin' 'round his way, allows in tremblin' tones
he is.

"'Thar be those,' goes on Enright, 'who with the best intentions in
the world, has been explorin' the ins an' outs of your Sni-a-bar
troubles, an' while the clouds is measur'ble lifted the fresh light
shed on your concerns leaves you in a most imbecile sityooation. Which
if I thought that little Enright Peets, not yet in techin' distance of
his teens, hadn't got no more sense than you, much as I dotes upon
that baby I'd shore vote for his deemise. However, proceedin' with the
deal, thar