Western Kansas world. [volume] (WaKeeney, Kan.) 1885-current, 1885-09-05
Romance of Rata.
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The movements of real cowboy on
Kearny street attracted great attention q
few days ago. He stood nearly six feet in
his boots, and his regular features and
dropping blonde mustache gave his face
an aspect of beauty fully in keeping with
his handsome proportions. His attire
was that of the vaquero, consisting Of
buckskin trousers, wooden shirt fasten.
ed at the throat with a carelessly knotted
silk handkerchief, coarse chinchilla
sack-coat, and broad-rimmed felt hat Of
the sombrero pattern. An Alta reporter
learned his name and history. Hif
name was Edward N. Willetts, and six
years ago he was at college, when he re-
ceived peremptory orders from his father
wealthy Boston merchant, to enter the
theological class and fit himself for the
ministry. The command came like q
thunderbolt to the happy'go: lucky
young fellow, who had always believed
himself destined to follow his father in
business when the latter should be ready
to retire. A quarrel with his peer was
the result, and the young fellow suddenly
left for the west.
At Cheyenne he laid over for a short
hunt on the plains. The wild life of the
cowboys caught his fancy. Salary
proved little object, and he had little diff
ficulty in attaching himself to big
ranch until he had mastered his new vo.
cation. Finally he drifted through por.
tons of Montana, Nebraska, Dakota,
Idaho, Nevada, and finally into Oregon
and California. The opening Of the sum.
mer found him engaged with three OF
four comrades in driving small band OF
steers over the Santa Cruz mountains.
Cattle in the mountains are not pleasant
objects to deal with. Every unruly steer
that broke from the band required an
hours chasing up and down steep slopes,
over rocks and fallen trees, and through
the spiteful brush.
Toward the end of the drive the steep
bluffs that line the road on either hand
kept the steers in fairly good order, and
only occasionally did an unusually juicy
bunch of grass tempt some hungry one
to bolt up the slope or into the canyon
below. 1t was an occasion of this sort
that sent Willetts careering among the
brakes and ferns on the slope above. A
chase of nalf mile had seen the truant
return to the road, and Willitts was
skirting the edge of the bank some dis
lance in advance of the drove in search
of a safe place to descend, when
in the middle of the narrow road he saw
a lovely girl. The drove was laundering
down on her, and promised to soon crush
her young life out beneath their ponder
GUS weight. Escape for the girl seemed
impossible. From the road to where
Willetts' horse stood was a wall of rock
full twenty feet in height, and below to
the bed of the stream was sheer decent
of double the distance. For only a sec
ond was the horseman inactive. Then
with the speed born of long practice he
lifted his trusty rawhide RATA from the
horn of his saddle and threw it. "Put
that under your arms, MISS" was Will
let's hasty injunction. It was obeyed,
and not a moment too soon the girl was
lifted above the heads and horns of the
cattle.
When they were well by Willetts
slowly Stacked down until his "catch"
dropped softly to the earth. Five m in
utes later, when he managed to find a
pathway down and reached the subject
of his daring bit of horsemanship, she
was lying in the dust in faint. When
she recovered he learned that she too
was from Boston, and with her father
and mother was spending the summer
amid California's most favored spots.
The old gentleman, her father, was
highly delighted when he learned of
Wilietts' identity, as he soon did. "His
daughter foolishly placed high value
on my little SERVICE" explained Willetts,
"and when I saw how she had
overestimated it meanly demanded the
largest reward could think of. The de-
tails were settled yesterday, and l came
up by the evening train to fit myself for
her society. She swears that look like
IN angel IN my WOODEN shirt and buck
skin trousers, but 1 will try to get her
used to me in civilized grab, for vague
ro's dress is hardly the thing for aesthet-
&c Boston"
"Are you going back?"
eyes, in September. We shall tour
Y Yosemite as man and wife, and then 90
pack home. My father-in-law says that
nv father has long since been anxious
% have me come home, and that he will |
et me up if the old gentleman doesn't,
70 think had better CO."
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