The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1888-12-07

ncr little ucuroom etcsuItJ @~
tenderly. His brown check was close
20 hcr pale 0ne.
"An' who. Chip" he whispered
"An' you, Posy." she answered.
softly.
"I3oys." Old Man Ashburn was say
ing a. Posy rcjoined the groip about
tho door. s'things looks mighty
black. She's a-suiIerin' an a-suner'n'
an"
Posy rushed TO his caynse. hung
himself into the saddle and dashed
away across the prairia followed oy
his comrade.
IL couldn't stand IT," he told thcm.
rs the ponies bounded away 70 the
eastward. II jest couldn't stand TO
hear that pore ole cuss a-tellin' OF
little Chip a-gcttin' nearder and ncarder
death. an he, her dad. not able 70 heip
herr
..say." said Santa Fc, suddenly. I'VE
ort--"
lyon betr' interrupted Posy. I'VE
or.. an we will do"
Thar comes HANK" broke In
| Reddy Rose, Us the little mules and
| faded blackboard that comprised the
turnout Of Hank Bitters. the mall
carrier. emerged from the distant
| timber.
| thanks got q passenger
| Obcdicnt to the touch Of tho huge
Mexican spurs. the cayuscs bounded
towards the approaching vehicle az
the COWBOYS favorito gait, keen
| run.
Hank Bitters' passenger, an old gem
tleman with phenomenally bald head
and a general appearance OF almost
owlish wisdom. had been growing more
and more uncomfortable over since en-
tering tho cattle country. The con-
versation OF the stage-driver. and later
OF Hank Bitters, had not served 70 al
lay any Of his apprehension
IVY" said Hank. with great
gravity. some Nv those we're cowboys
Is pizon-plumb pizon! An reckless
Wal, reckless h'ain't no name Tor IT,
They're bad :"
His auditor shivered.
Kill q man! Jest as quick as "a
eat! Durn sight quicker. some Of EN-
I've l<nowed-"
He paused and gazcd thoughtfully al
the tall hat Of his companion.
..rvc knowcd 'em to shoot States
man Jest fer wearin' a plug hat!"
MY stars!" shivercd the passen'
ger.
"Knowed wuss'n that. Wy, out OF
the Soap River Range"
i And Hank Bitters luridly pictured
the dcpravity OF the cowboys OF tho
Soap river region.
But surely they would not harm
me-" qlavercd the passenger. Ill they
were appraised Of my IDENTIFY"
Which,"
III they knew who was.'
| "Mcbby they'd let you OF easy :
consoled Hank.
And when we come in contact with
them you viii do your best 70 sooth'
them?"
.rll do what / kim" returned
Hank. " But it's mighty tinnicky bust
ness"
| And 80 he worked upon the fears o
his passenger till the old gentleman
gazed apprehensively about, as II hs
expected to sec dozen fierce cowboys
leap from behind every bush, to make o
his person an impromptu revolver-tar
get. He was nearly ready TO cry on
with alarm when, rs they emerged from
the timber, he beheld Sante Fe ant
his comrades careering towards them
The yells OF recognition with which
they greeted Hank. while still rod
away, sent thrill Of terror through
the old gentleman.
"Tell them who amv' he whis
percd, hoarscly. TELL them ! am 1
man Of peace bound on an crrand o
mercyl'
i "Tll do tho best l kim" returned
Hank. with an inward CONFUSION
but It's mighty risky business
They're pizon, plumb pizonr'
As tho cowboys circled about thu
blackboard the passenger almost gav'
up all hope.
.'Tell them!" he whispered Il
Hank.
That worthy, with a tremendou
wink at Santa Fe, called out:
don't b. brash, boys! This YER
gents on his way to visit ole-tim'
friend down on the Cimarron. what
got crippled boy. As favor TO me
don't hurt him. Names Doc Bristow
N. d.. NV"
s'What?" cried Posy. "A doctorl
Got yer tools an medicine along
docp"
"Ycs, sir" quavored the physician
"Got them alongv' cried Posy
"Thcn yer jest--"
Hold on!'' broke In Santa Fc
catching Posy's idea. We DON
want no botch doctor. Doc. air 20,
up to yer game?"
~ hardly"
~ mean. do you know yer biz? Ds
voss aiva m with thu hnlnnco ~ IN