The Penn's Grove record., 1883-09-29

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wife would have kissed their benefac-
tors band. Kate prevented this act of
homage and dfs~ peck with something
like a flush Of shame on her face.
'No. no." she cried, mot that
"Under her directions the family were
removed to a cheap boarding house near
and a doctor was summoned to attend
the sick woman. The crowd cheered
and the train came in. A man among
the passengers Joined Kate and the pair
drove off together in a hack.
The next time | met Monte Kate HN
was behind the monte table at a from
tier post, deity manipulating the thin,
gaudily cololed Spanish cards. 1t was
just after pay day, and judging from the
size of the ''bank" spread out on the
table before her, she had made a big
winning. 1t was very cold outside, and
he abode cassine was full of that heter
ogenous crowd to be found only on the
frontier-soldiers, gamblers, cowbows,
scouts, Mexicans, rustlers, Indians and
negroes. In the Darkroom a ball was
in full blast, and the clink of the gam
bler's ivory chips kept time to the music
OF the asthmatic orchestra. Contrary
| to all precedent, Kate was beginning to
drink before her game was closed, but
she apparently knew how much to take,
for she was cool and collected, although
several empty champagne bottles on the
window ledge beside her, bore evidence
10 the fact that her hbrations had not
been governed by any great amount of
temperance. A gambler explained her
! unusual indulgence
"Poker Bill was killed last night at
that table yonder, he whispered, land
| Kate's been drinking eve since"
Poker Bill was Kate's latest friend
and her hacker at monte. She desired
to treat the house and called all hands
up. One alone remained behind he
| wept at the stove. Kate went to his
side and learned his story. He was a
poor vanquero, who made a scanty
| living for a large family of little children
riding the range" on a big stock
| ranch. That morning his little son, ten
years old, while riding a broncho pony
had been thrown by the animal, and
when picked up it vas found that his
leg had been broken. sYg
81 KEN in hyre arter Their doctor,' y
| concluded the man, beginning to cry
| again sbut he lows ez how he won't
90, out thar for less than 500 an /
amt got that much money. Jimmy,
thet's my boy, mum, is cryin' an takin'
ON terrible with pain, an | don't know
what TO do.n nNeNr
Il reckonthe doctor Will go out, y said
Kate veryquietly. Il think can induce
him TO 60"
Then turning to a Mexican who
worked about the casino, she ordered
him to saddle a couple of ponies and
bring them around to thedoor. She said
TO the vanquero :
'FYou shall be here when 1 come back
| to guide us out to your camp. I'm going
| out too"
She buckled a belt about her slim
| waist and thrust into it a pair of 40
| calibre six shooters. When the ponies
came up she put two bottles of wine
in one of the saddle pockets, and wrap
ing herself in a heavy serape, mounted
one pony, and, leading the other, rode
| off in the direction of the post. The
vanquerof followed her. Wesaw nothing
more of her that night but the next
morning the whole story came out. AT
the muzzle of her six-shooters, she had
forced the obdurate surg IN to mount
the lea pony, and guided BY the over
joyed vanquero, had conducted the maj
of medicine to the poor fellows camp,
and had remained there until the
leg had been properly set. OF
late years poor Kate went to the
dogs.