Daily Yellowstone journal., 1889-05-10
THE DAILY YELLOWSTONE JOUHr1 =.

side turned out, an his mars white
nuby eroun' his head, but Henry Nc
Weigh Cabeil Part of his mustache
clawed out an his face all bloody
wher' ! scratched it. ,
Sis got down ON her knees an Lifted
his head onto her bosom, an says she,
cryin like her heart would break:
"air you deadi"
Itsmy opinion, Henry Cabell was
in tibet stopper q leetle ~longern'n nec-
essary; but finally he opened them
big Black eyes o. his'n, an Miss Sis
was caught in her own trap, an glad
l was.
| knowed jes' how it happened.
Henry seen me comm long in that
young gal cloak an fascernater, an
he mistook IL was Sis.
Ef one kiss was fatal, two couldn't
hurt nohow, SO he jes' played ghost
agin
Well, / lated. as ! would eff it he'd
O. been the governor hisself; an Sis
she wilt like a feather, an looked
roun' 10 me.
But twernt no use, fur the hollerin'
brought the colonel an the servants
out from the Cabell mansion an par
an Tobey Kurtz from our barn, where
they was feedin', an a purity sight we
all was.
We went back to our house, an it
was some time before Henry got fixed
up an everything explained.
Sis high flynn ways was gone. She
blushed enough in one night for the
whole is years, an Henry McVeigh
helt on to her like he were brimful O.
fatal kisses an ready TO bestow any
mint.
The ole colonel looked powerful
pleased. He rubbed his hands an
spread out his long white fingers like
they were pinions o peace a%-hoverin',
an says he:
This is a fine contra tong, my dear
madame, TO a most unpleasant condi-
ton OF affairs"
"Yes, colonel, says ], but korrr
trary is the general natur o love, you
know"
Mis- Cabell come over the mex
mornin'; an ] do say it, tibet fur o
high caste an a tiptop Lady, she's got
as fine feelin's al any woman i ever
saw.
She embraced Sis an said: BLESS
you, my child; you are welcome to
our hearts" as she kissed her on the
furred; an she an Sis he'd a real nice
effectin' scene. But that ] was busy
thinkin' wouldn't it be better ~ order
the supper all ready, I'd acriedtoo.
I've got q mighty tender heart, par
says, when ] amt a-thinin' bout
other things.)
Sis is all we've got. She'll have the
mill place an the Hanna tract an the
big survey, an Idon't see as Henry
Cabell is a-comin' down SO, an limited
a much.
mo, no." says Mis- Cabell, pray
don't think we harbored such q
thought. Irene's beauty an interlec'
will tit her fur any position besides"
she went on, as O big tear rolled often
her nose, ''our child's happiness is of
predomernatin' Importance"
Consultin' erbout the troSsow, Sis
told her par ''she rally could not par
ticularize; he'd hev TO give her cart
blanche" or suthin'; but to my notion
a four horse team won't more'n hold
the luggage eff she an Mis- Cabel gifts
the hall they talk erbout fur the
bridal tower.
Henry says he believes in ghosts.
And eff all ghosts kisses come TO such
bliss as his'n, he advises a more ex-
tensive acquaintance with sperrits
then people in general keers TO hey.
Sis is SO took up with other things
she amt writin' much poetry now, an
/ reckon two or three yearsu likely
cure Sis O. thet foolishness anyhow.
Il was o legend full Of horrer.
Told by q priest Of San Barbarrer.
But while you thrill with fear an start.
Hev you no ghost within your hearth
Is there no memory Of o time
You falsely listened TO love's rhyrei
No trystin' place you'd better missed,
Than know you hev the wrong one hssedi
linda Barton Hays in Detroit Free
Press.