Connecticut western news., 1885-09-16
THE COWBOYS ROMANCE.
Saving a Boston Girls Life
 With His Lasso.
And Then Himself Becoming Entangled
 in Matrimonial Moose

Tn late number of the San Fran cisco Alta we find the following exter- taining story of cowboys romance:
 The movements of a real cowboy on kearney street attracted attention yes terday. He stood nearly six feet in his boots, and his regular features and dropping blond moustache gave his face an aspect of beauty fully in keep ing with his handsome proportions. His attire was that of the vaquero, consisting of buckskin trousers, wooden shirt fastened at the throat with a acarelessly knotted silk handler chief, coarse chinchilla sack coat, and broad -brimmed hat of the sombre- TO pattern. An Alta reporter learned his name and his history. His name was Edward N. Willetts, and six years ago he was at college, when he received peremptory orders from his father, wealthy Boston merchant, to enter the theological class and fit himself for the ministry. The command came like thunderbolt to the happy-go-lucky fel- low, who had always believed himself destined to follow his father in business when the latter should be ready to re tire. A quarrel with his pers was the result, and the young fellow suddenly left. F~
 The wild life of the cowboy caught his fancy. Salary proved little object, and he had little difficulty in attaching himself to big ranch until he had mastered his new vocation. The open ing of the summer found him engaged with three or four comrades in driving a small band of steers over the Santa Cruz mountains. 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 occasional ly did an unusually juicy bunch of grass tempt some hungry one to bolt up the slope or into the canon below. It was an occasion of this sort that sent Willetts careering among the brakes and ferns on the slope above. A chase oc half a mile had seen the truant return to the road, and Willetts was skirting the edge of the bank some distance in front of the drove in search of safe place to descend, when in the middle of narrow road he saw lovely girl The drove was thun- dering down on her. and promising to soon crush her young life out beneath their ponderous weight. Escape for the girl seemed impossible. From the road to where Willett's horse stood was a wall of rock full twenty feet in height, and below to the bed of the stream was sheer descent of double that distance. For only sec ond was the horseman inactive. Then, with the speed born of long practice, ho lifted his trusty rawhide riata from the horn of his saddle and threw it. "Put that under your arms, miss. D was Willett's hasty injunction. It was obeyed, and not moment too soon the girl was lifted above the heads and horns of the oncoming cat, tie. f a ~
 When they were we'll by Willetts slowly slacked down until his catch dropped softly to the earth. Five minutes later, when he managed tc find pathway down and reached the subject of his daring bit of horseman. ship, she was lying in the dust in a faint. When she recovered he learned that she, too, was from Boston, and with her father and mother was spending the summer amid Califor- nia's most favored spots. The old gentleman. her father, was highly de lighted when he learned of Willett'. identity, as he soon did. "His daugh ter foolishly placed high value or my little service" explained Willetts blushing, "and when I saw how she had over estimated it, I meanly de manded the largest reward I could think of. The details were settled yesterday, and came up by the even ing train to fit myself for her society She swears that look like an angel il my woolen shirt and buckskin trous CTS, but I will try and get used t, civilized garb, for vaquero's dress il hardly the thing for esthetic Boston,
 "Are you going back?"
 "Yes. We shall tour Yosemite a E man and wife, and then go bacl home. My father-in-law says tha my father has long been anxious t.
 have me come home, and that he vii set me up if the old gentleman doesn't so think had better go."