The Russellville Democrat., 1883-06-07
HOW SHE FOUND HIM.


frisky mustangs, said goodnight to tn
last sleepy hostler, and were dashin,
away into the darkness with the nose
the City of the Holy Faith. We ha,
been under way an hour before my at
tention was attracted toward the driver
He might have been fifteen and he ma,
have been seventy-five. He was cooke,
and primed with all the slang of tn,
frontier, which he interlarded with bit.
of lingo from the mines, quaint quota
tons from the familiar poets and humor
lists, and when at loss for word or 81
to point sentence slung in Latin OF
Spanish phrase with an inimitable pro
nunciation and graceful wave of tn,
hand that signifed his utter disgust with
mother tongue that was so paltry o.
fitting words in an emergency.
''Now, let me tell you," he would
remark. close on the heels of some long
and astonishing yarn; ''now let me tel
you what occurred to me one night on
the Yellowstone" or the Brazos, or the
South Fork of the Canadian. or the Sea
of Galilee, or other equally distant To-
cality. and off he would gallop at a
breakneck pace, keeping time with the
scampering team in front Of us. 1t was
in the midst of this medley of astounding
adventures by field and flood that he
spun the quaint little yarn that is the
excuse for these paragraphs.
"One night out from Los Animas, I"
he began after carefully lighting prof
fered cigar, and shying the burning
match at the off-wheeler, "a beautiful
torh nj I 1,n,. -
those nights, you know, Cap, when the
prairies seem all aglow with mel
lowness, found when had mounted
the box and unfastened the lines from
the handle of the brake, the strangest
outside passenger in my experience. 1t
was woman-that is. thought her a
woman when she drew herself up with
dignity as l babe her hearty good
evening" and turned up her little nose
at the idea of being accosted so famil-
iarly by driver, but when said some-
thing about the night being filled with
music, and the cares that infest the day.
electra, electra, etcetra-you savez-
she turned a clear-cut, thorough bred
profile toward me and opened a pair of
the biggest, blacklist eyes ever looked
into with most wondering expression.
1t was only moment, however, for
then she opened her lips to show two
rows Of the smallest, whitest teeth as
she sent out peal of childish laughter
that rippled and rang all over the
prairie.
''She had come from Boston, she told
me, and was bound for Tucson, where
she expected to meet friend, the
dearest friend in the world she init
mated. with proud little gesture, and
he loves me to distraction. / am not
alone, you know. Max is with me, and
with him wouldn't be afraid of any
thing. Would Maxp' Now who the
dickens is Max / wondered, and looked
up and down and all around, expecting
to see some fellow, you know, that /
hadn't noticed before And lust then
felt GOLD, wet something come ar~
my cheek that felt for all the .1nst
the barrel of derrin"~ world like
around suddenly -er, and turned
BLACKLIST Ne" 20 see the biggest,
on the ~ .Ioundland stretched out
/ f.'' vof behind me.
And now let me tell You about
Jack. You see Jack and L always
loved each other. He was awfully mis-
chievous, and when he grew up and we
were married he was just as wild as
ever. He got into some foolish scrape,
and the people around there We're all so
stupid and intolerant that he could
never have any peace Of his life, and
one day the sheriff came around to see
Jack about something, and Jack didn't
care to have any words with him, and
so he went away. Don't you know l
hadn't the slightest idea where he had
gone for the longest time. But one day
/ got a letter from Chicago, and it was
from Jack, and he had been having
such hard time, poor fellow, and he
said if he only had some money he could
go to the mines and dig lots of gold,
and then come home, and we would be
rs happy as two bugs in rug. Now,
wasn't that nice of Jackp Well, so as
i had been saving up ever since he went
away. just sent him the money, and
then didn't hear from him again until
about Il week ago. Then letter came
from Arizona, and 1t was from Jack, and
he had been having more trouble, and
unless he could have more money with
in two weeks they would put him in
jail. | can't understand why every one
Is SO down ON Jack. So you see drew
all my money from the bank. and rs l
was afraid the mail might miscarry,
just thought it would be safer to bring
it myself. And so here | am, and-and
that's all. But won't he be glad to see
me, the dear old darling, and won't it
be splendid when | get there to face
those wretches who are SO down on
him, and pay them their old, nasty
money, and say: There, YOU old ras-
Gals. I'm little woman, AS you can
see, but | am Jack Seymour's wife "
oh, won't it be nice, driverP
Great Heavensr | thought. Jack
Seymour. the toughest desperate in
the Southwest and the biggest rascal
unhungr Jack Seymours wifel She
old Nick himself And then l happened
10 think that sure enough the Sheriff
had taken him few weeks before, and
that If Judge Lynch didn't try him in
the meantime he would certainly swing
by due process of law, and all the wives
in the world wouldn't save him. / am
afraid my face, even in the moonlight,
must have shown something of my hor-
ror at the thought, for she peered
curiously into it, and grasped my arm
with little clutch as she said: DO you
know Jack, driver? Maybe you have
seen him. He is tall and fair, and his
hair is ever so light, and curls all over
his head in the cunningest little tight
ringlets.' Oh, yes, / groaned to myself,
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