Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1886-10-23
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! knowed, he make good husband.
| Il can learn To love him. she says, "but
| somehow he seems 20 different from the men
am used To. Big men. with great, hard hands,
anu deep voices, with Jolly laughs and generous
hearts. Men that don't think of dollars and
| cents and saving and letting ahead, but
just live in the present. They haven't ambi-
lions, they don't want TO get on, they just exist
under the blue sky, in the shadow of the
mountains. The soft wind OFT the plains
| "oniug miles, miles over the lonely vastness
| ntns their bronzed cheeks with a kiss, with the
/ ianguid yet curiously hopeful breath OF per-
| petu.li spring. l can't explain that soft wind
| the Chinook. But those men are SO brave, so
enduring, and they ride So well. Their hands
| have never known "A g.ove."
1 knowed oi vino she was thinking so hauled
spectstoie homes these men gifts for their wives.
\ Most like the wimmin has TO cook their ctuals
| overa fire of buffalo chips and sleep under a
| canvas curtain
| she sighed.
It's true, true, but look here, Miss Quinn
| just look what Orlando brought, dare put 1t in
| tnc paper? Yet don't like TO MAKE him mad
| by leaving il out.
| 1 put on my specks and read the slip OF
! I'VE heard yesterday that Wild Hoss Bill
| was coming back To Wilson TO put up this win.
| ter We regret ii the story is true. He is the
| worst customer wilson has yet seen, a tough a
| gambler and "A bully. Hardly day passes
| when hes here but there's a row AMI he the
| head of ii. The town don't miss him nor want
| him back and the respectable citizens of this
| town mean TO keep order and if Wild Hoss Bill
| amt mighty careful he'll be where his feet
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| Strengthened for room to grow. We write this
| as a caution Tor HIM To stay away behave il
| he comes We heard he sold bunch OF 30 wild
| horses to John Wilson the other day, SO he will
| be flush. He'd better take his money and him.
/ Sell somewhere else"
| faint writ so well as you do" saysI
| "Orando amt used to writing for papers, but
| thinks ne does it well, they all CO., she says,
wearlly. I'm going To set ii up just As it is, 1
| don't care. believe" with little hysterical
| laugh, I'm growing reckless. Come, let's go
riding, I'm sick Oh pratt and the Wilson Laridf. -
But she waited TIL the paper was ready and
| the grocer's boy cUlne up TO run the press, she
| having hired him and teaching him the
| trade; then We set OUT she on her pony and me
| on an old mule I'd owned the six year I'd been
| to Wilson. and the careiuest but slowest creetur
| that ever drawed breath. Ii Was late when we
| started, hut she was in high spirits and would
! gaiiop miles ahead, then ride back to where
| was tmbling along, fast riding giving me pain
! In my side Oh account oil my mules hammering
! gait. IL WAS growing dark and On one OF her
long gallops she entirely disappeared and didn t
come back. L followed her pony'S trail way
down the river, or the creek it was, and miles
beyond where L knowed the region, me being
utterly lost and distracted for fear she Was
Killed, then see her coming afOOt. 1t star
| light now and not quite SO awful lonesome, the
only sound beIn tue ripple oi the water and the
druwZy stirring oI the leaves Oh the cotton
woods that iringed the stream.
My pony tnrowed me" she says, laughing as
usual and almost mad To her So cheerful
alter my scare. "He's run of. I'm not hurt,
dear. Where are Wen
"Hain't an idea, said shortly, "but know
this, ii We amt bit 10y coyotes eat by wolves
or run off 10y 1njuns we're doing well. Wen
have To spend the night mere
That don't scare me-" she says, laughing
again, Il Was born IN an emigrant wagon cross
Ing these plains 10 years ago. TINS Is my ma
tive heath; love IL! Look at that quiet sire lch
of mUnotonous land, the hign vault OF heaven
The happy little twinkIing Stars. Hear the
water, such music; the SOFT Whispers oil the
leaves; feei that sweet kissing wIuu IRON far
away. Isn't this iife isn't this iivingI Thank
Gou, dear God. That am alive. Doesn' it make
you happy-make you Want 10 love some one
Esq rt
worlds:
You talk like a loon," says 1, getting off my
mule, and slIH was from Tie long ride; an aged
wOnianS bones uon have no give 10 EN-, il ue-
ing just nard bumperty bump on a n;,rd old
saddle. I'D thauh God for a root now some
vlctualS and Il 1lre.
hitcned the mule to a tree and he fell TO
chumping grass making me hungry at the
sound OI his comfort, though goodness knows
didn't q Judge the poor brute his meal. She
peIIed and kissed NE, and then she said she
would sleep IA lille while and must wake her
50 she could watch the last half OF The night
Sine had not closed her eyes Tor two nights she
said.
That don't sound WE'LL" says /, "for a girl
that's engaged 10 be married 10 Il weil-lo-do
man anu gong To have d. NOME and be respect
able"
Il believe this is my l.e my home. my
future, she says drealnily, "see how il rests
HE. =! am almost asleep; OH, il need never
wake.'
uiider iier mead, Eer ginsil.un gown hall hiding
her NIUE ieet yet clnSinS 10 her pretty form in
her, her whip close by. l Thought she looked
ike Il sweet, naughty child that haa wandered
on ahd Tell asleep from sheer tIredness. BY and
by Tie moon ctine up, IA round red bali. 1t lit
up the silence oi SKY and earth, ii added To the
gloomy shadows under the trees, it Inagnitied
every slump, every stllhen log in the cr,.x INFO
SOME strange Wild creeturscOIne TO Kill us. NV
muiic eat steady; moved MIN occasional 10
new spots; 1t was IL comfort To hear him crunch
suddenly he tirowed up his mead and give a
snort. iueu il L heered 1, tnuu tnud of
norscs leet l. Coming. The Thought OF what
danger This might bring made me freeze into
stone couion sing out nor wake the sleeping
girl.
higher. higher, came the thud, thud
looked about me. Coming over !; little nillock
that hau hid em ior moment was three
horses IL man riding one oi EN-. N.Y. but Was
scared. There riding down towards US was
W lid Hos, Bill, the awfulest creetur in the
wDole region. I'd heered him in fights seen
him riding bucKIng bronchos, seen him shoot
RECKLESS, or reeiins drunk mount the worst boss
III tue W iison herd ana off over the plains like
IL ni;d devil. He want a.eered of nothing aud
had :, charmed life. for he'd been snot at
enough goodness KNOWS I'd never got "A good
look ~ aim aiore, Eight i'll the lace. He sOrter
slowed up his boss tue one he WAS LEADING
anu came gentle down to where stood. ,e,
~" was Il inOnstrous big Teller with a bronZeu
lace, long black h;iir and big black eyes, The
n;indsOInc>i black eyes / ever ssee. He mad :.
long mustacne and Il seal across his cheek NV
the ammunition he Carried! A cartridge belt,
Two reviewers ana "a Dig kulic. He had ON a
suiliorero .'ad Was dressed ia buckskin lessifIs
anu Il oiue HtnneI snlrt with long boots and
great evil spurs III EN-. Tied behind MIN Was
his buchshin coat and wound on the horn OF
his saddle WAS his iari.tt.
lis TINS her pOny? he says, lifting his hat and
pointing 10 The lredcherous lille beast that mad
followed ann anu ms Two horses back where we
Yes, sir" l answered timid like ..Throwed
her-lo>t our way
sine AIM hurt?' he says. getting off and tying
MS morse, then stepping up To her. was bound
then he shouldn't scare Inc.
NO, she s,Inl,' l suapped "shes tired ont
SHES MI Pixies young lady, and he'll De put
out indeed by this
Pike >, he says, showing his teeth not in a
smile neither but a smart like a VOLTS when he
lieaiils lhI>ciiiei Il IA ieiVe You botu here lor
hlm 10 nnu them. He turned toward his nos,
Ia been that he Il come. l Was going to speak
but lie Turned and ioohed at her again went m
and lifted her hand. pixies gIrI en? not in
this worid-sIes deadr'
Heaven nave nercy!'' shrie ked, "It can't
be, my pretty gin. My pretty girl. 1 kneit
down ana lifted the curly head. Il had won
dered she u lald SO quiet in all the noise he
held her hand "a moment longer
"Ialnt dead," he muttered. "It's a faint !"
he TOOK h:'sh from his pocket, '.Force il into
her mouth, iI's brandy,
While 4 did this he built I'D "A biv fire Va
COULDN'T, you see; being wimmen we had no
ma ,cnes; wiinmen never being knowed not
smoking, 10 carry the same. Arier the frs. was
iOtring brisht-and comfortable il was-he
fetched the blankets oil his pack-hoss and
made Il couch for her,
''one's coming to-" saws, getting some of tho
brandy down. For answer he lifted her Iis q
she WAS !, Child and land her by the fire cover
Ing her up WARM. AFTER IL little while she come
quite 10 herself and looked up with q LILLE
suiVering sigh.
Why diu you bring HE back tn life Miss
Quinu?' she Gays.
/ MAS ABOUT 10 tell her that was WICKED when