The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1888-05-18
TEMPERANCE READING.
DAISY.S LETTER.

would you, granny?
81 think | would, Daisy"
Then l WILL" and Daisy Brown
began to write as Granny Brown adj.
vised. The writer soon brought her
pen to halt.
"Where is Dayidp' she asked.
"Out in Montana. I'll tell you
where, and it is hard life for him.
He has been gone how long?"
ooh, your brother David has been
off now four years"
"Well, l will put it into nv letter
though don't know how to Begin"
Say this, what l tell you"
Il will"
Write: Our folks are very much
Interested"
''Wait till I get it down."
There was space of silence.
"All ready, granny"
Interested in Temperance, and
how is 1t on the ranchp'
More silence.
81 know you will stick'-got that?''
Most"
"'Stick to your pledge, won't you?'
There, that will do. Now, when you
have got through your letter, l will
put in word"
Something else she put into the let
ter. Granny not only added a word,
but in her thoughts she breathed q
prayer. The letter went to Montana.
Hello! What's upP" said Long.
legged Dave, for they did not call him
Mr.. David Brown out there. He was
on horseback, hating before a little
campfire, where he had prepared his
lonely dinner. 3r So. :.
whats upP' asked Long-legged
Dave again.
Looking along the level of the great
plain that came like a sea out of the
mysterious east and rolled away to the
west till the Rocky Mountains stopped
it, Long-legged Dave saw a man on
| horseback.
riding on horseback he NUT.
tered.
1t was pleasant sight to see that
foreman on the wide, solitary plain,
"It's one of our boys" said Long
legged Dave. .'Makes things seem
more homelike."
Nearer, nearer came the horseman,
and at last Long-legged Dave saluted
him as Smiling Jimmy, how are
you?"
1.-The same to you. just from the
ranch, and brought you letter"
A letter! What was itp Who wrote
itp ..-
"Ho, ho!" said the owner of the
long legs. ''It's Daisy! Bless the
child!''
He read all that letter contained,
smiled when he read the Temperance
section, and then thrust it into a
pocket il the breast of his red shirt.
1t was deep pocket. 1t made one
think that what went down so far
would have hard time getting up.
The letter did get up, though. Again
and again it was read by little camp
fires when the sun was gone down,
and sometimes as the sun was coming
up, and then when that furnace of gold
was burning overhead at noon. And
every time he read the Temperance
section he smiled, and every time he
smiled he also said:
"Oh, sis is little girl; she don'l
know about these things. And granny,
she is getting old. "
If he only could have heard Daisy
pray about somebody away out on the
far plains, and granny pray, too, about
"our folks out on the ranches" he
would not have belittled them as little
sis and old granny.
"Say, Long-legged Dave, let's 60 in
town, some day." remarked Smiling
Jimmy, one night, when lying on
their backs near their campfire and
watching the bright twinkling stars.
Il am the man for We the next time
we have chance" replied his COM
panion.
The chance came finally. Dave took
his long legs and Jimmy his smile in
to a so-called cow-town." busy,
bustling frontier settlement, where a
big meeting of the ranchmen was COM
ing off. Jimmy was sunny, Laughing
companion, as his nickname implied.
"Well," said Dave, as he and his
friend Jimmy rode into town in cow
boy style, wearing their broad
brimmed hats, flannel shirts and leath-
er overalls, a revolver tucked away in
the belt. "We had better stop at that
saloon yonder." q.
He had forgotten about letter writ
ten by one Daisy. However, granny
had prayed for " our folks out on the
ranches that very morning.
"Well-e-e!' said Smiling Jimmy.
He, too, had forgotten something, a
certain promise made to those at home
to let drink alone
1t was q rough and dirty saloon. and
vile like ali saloons, even when they
are neat and elegant. 1t was crowded
with cowboys and miners. Dave
stepped up to the box, but thought. he
would just make sure that he had his
money to pay for the drinks. His
hand dove deep into that breast
pocket =,
whats thisP' he said. "Money
wrapped up in this piece of paper?
Didn't know l stuck it there - 20
He pulled it out, opened it and could
not help reading this: II know you
will stick to your pledge, won'tyou?"
AS if it had been g red-hot brand
marked with those letters, somehow
that line was stamped burnt into his
soul. Dave hesitated.
"Well!' said the bartender. "What
will you have?" q
Dave staggered.
"Come, speak, cried the devils
peddler.. 4.s .
Dave conquered. CT won't take
any thing. I'll keep my word" he