Great Falls tribune. [volume] (Great Falls, Mont.) 1885-1890, 1886-11-27

redly n with nahO-siaaeu eyes, iOOkeQ
from the gate down the road toward a fast
retreating figure on horseback, then with a
quick upward glance in which was evil
dent some hesitation; she came out and
forward to the wagon. What the horses
thought of the suddenness of my stoppage
has never been revealed. BashfuI, deep
blue eyes looked out from under a wealth
of wind blown, warm tinted hair, peach
colored cheeks which are growing ripper
in their hue. and a Juno like form is the
picture my eyes beheld. Cherry lips are
parted, pearIy little teeth are visible and
she speaks:
s.Say, young man-mister | mean, could
THAT is will you give this ter my ole
man? that's him down thar on that roan
mustang; Tom Beckett, you know i'm, an
tell i'm | want some bluein'. He's all fir
ed pertic'lar about his shirts, Tom is an
l aint got a bit o bluein' on the ranch"
With this she hands up to me a paste
board box and continued: Tell i'm I
don't want no kind but that, and | have
only half a bar o soap left"
"Excuse NE madame | put in, Il don't
believe | know Mr.. Beckett, and I'm not
likely 10 oyertake; he's on horseback and
my team is PRETTY heavily loaded
"Oh pshaw, Tomu stop ut stumps' store
till Stunps gifts back from the crick, an
that wont be none afofe noon. Yeneed'l1t
mind if Toms not over civil like, | dunno
whats come over i'm o late, but he's drink
in a powerful sight tn last few days.
Brought two bottils las night and both on
EN- clean dry this mornin'. Be sure an tell
i'm. the same kind"
1.-The gate slammed behind her, and in
another moment she had closed the door
with a bang. Slowly, like one supplied, l
picked up the lines aud drove on.
angels and ministers of grace defend
u.s. then a prolonged whistle, We're for q
short time all the expressions [ was capa-
bic Of.
"Bashful blue eyes," l thought, basliful
fiddlesticks. "Wind-blown. warm tinted
hair" Bet a dollar she hasn't combed it
for a week. peach coiored cheeks"
Heart disease hereditary in the family,
most likely: "Juno like form" Bosh!
"Pearly little teeth" Looked more like
cats teeth than anything else" was my so
liloquy, spoken half abound to the off
wheeler. and then the slam of the gate and
the bang of the door still rang in my ears.
Perpaps in no small affair Of everyday ac-
ton in life is the evidence of good breed
ing more apparent than in the opening and
closing of a door. and all that day the
thought would recur. that Mrs. Beckett's
door closing vas most vulgarly igno-
rant.
It was getting late in the forenoon when
l reached stumps' store. There was quite
a little crowd inside. Among them, prone
forward, almost lying on the counter was
a large man whose heavy whisker ends
were pressed over thu lower partof u sheet
of bill paper, while their possessor with
half drunken fourishes peaaed words
with big capitals in front Of them. and an
occasional detached and incompleted sen
tence. That he wrote, or rather could
write if sober, q splendid hand there was
no denying.
I'm no college graduate" he vas say
ing, as l entered. went TO a public school
in St. Louis till l was fifteen and have
made my living with these hands ever
since, but I'll bet every shack on Red
creek, that my penmanship is IS good as
anybody's in this country
He was about TO proceed when, Excuse
me gentleman / said, 'is there a gentle
man here named Beckett::'
The big man instantly Strengthened up.
Il have the honor, sir, OF bearing that
name He reeled for a second and then
steadily made FOR the door, reckoning me
to follow. Your wife, sir. desired me to
hand you this" by whom pray were
you introduced t my wife, he interrupt
ed with sinister leer. 81 will EXPLAIN was
my answer "if you viii allow me- lie
listened attentively and silently while re
peated the circumstances and his wife's
message, and then politely thanked me for
my kindness. Though his words were
smooth enough, l fancied there was q touch
of irony in them. Refusing his invitation
to drink [ rolled onward to town.
Supper was over and as Mac and / sat