The Daily times. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1886-1889, 1889-01-21
CHIPS CURE.

Every now and then a horseman
broad hated and be-weaponcd. will
I iangling Mexican spurs and lcathe
char" lcggings, dismouuted. tied hi
"cayuso' pony to the gnawcd rack
and joined tho group Of cowboy
lounging i'm the shade of Ashburn
postohicc With each conner the frs
question was
"llow's ChipY'
80 better, Old Man Ashburn re
piled each time.
Looks 10 me like that thar WIS
mighty heavy load to put onto chile
like Chip, said Santa Zee, the cowboy
with the gaudy Mexican sash abou
his waist ~ load NV pain an misery
big enough TO break q mau down, an
sine noth'n' but child"
Yer right, only She h'ainta child,
spoke red checked Posy; She's
How old. Ashbmn"
Seventeen. Ashburn answered.
Hanged if / lmowcd said Santa
Fe Reckon yer right; but ] got Sc
ust lo sccin' her amongst us, a-ridin
the cayuscs an dancin' am laughn an
singin like a happy child, that I'd
plumb forgot she'd growod up"
'llc. too. said Rcddy Rose.
I'm nightly afeard she'll never
ride nur ran no more said Old Man
Ashbmn Ever scnce she was a.
throwcd she's ben a-gittin' slowly but
shOrcly worse am worse, an 49,
WAL, interrupted Santo Fc. with
grim carnestucss. IL haiu't never BON
sorry fer thc way we run out o. the
Range the cuss that roped the cayusc
m cot her throwcd'
"Nu me cried a cowboy chorus.
At the sound of a faint call, old
Man Ashbmn hastened within the
building Presently he appeared
dragging carefully behiud him a
splut bottomed rocking chair, IN
which rcclincd the wasted form of
little Chip Ashburn's crippled daugh-
ter.
At sight of her. the impulsive COW
boys waved their broad hats and went
through the motions of shouting lusti-
49, Bnt very little sound came from
their distended mouths
Hello. boys" the little cripple
salutcd weakly. 81 jest couldn't stay
IN there amy longer when / heard You
an talking Pa didn't want me to
come. but / told him --
"Sho lowed, interrupted Ashbuln,
that she'd come out yerc If she'd TO
crawl ON her hands an knees, an !
reckon she'd
You bet she'd a-done it, broke in
Santa Fc.
That's what she'd a-done, agreed
Rodlv Rose
How nice the sunshine seemsr
said the little cripple I've been
athinkin' often that mebby I'll never
git ont into IL agm 20 run an ride as
! ust 90. Some Way
SAINT, whispered Posv, hanged if
] haint sorry We stopped at rnnin
out the cuss that got her throwod"
Sic too! returned Santa fe "Ort
To a-killod him then an thar"
That's what we Ort" agreed Reddy
Rose
Even the slight exertion attendant
upon the short trip from the little bed
room to the door seemed almost too
much for Chips enfeeblcd frame Her
face grow paler and she leaned weai-
ly back i'm the old rocking chair
"Nobby I'll never see YOU again,
boys, She pipcd r
"Old man. interrupted Posy, YOU
better take her back now
But don't want TO 60, 81 the girl
protested Il want to stay an see the
boys. an '-
AS easily as if she had been of but
a feathers weight POsy took her i'm
his strong arms and carried her back
into her little bedroom carefully and
very tonderly His brown cheek was
close TO her pale one
An who Chip he whispered
An you, Posy, she answered,
Boys. Old Man Ashbun was say
ing as POsy reioined the group aboift
the door things looks mighty black
She's "a suhcrn' an suiierin'
am '
Posy rushed to his cayuse, flung
himself into the saddle, and dashed
away across the prairie, followed by
his comrades.
IL couldn't stand it. he told them,
as the ponies bounded away to the
eastward j jest couldn't stand to
hear that pore ole cuss a-tellin' of little
Chip a-gettin' ncarder an nearder
death, an be, her dad, not able to help
her
Say, said Santa Fe, suddenly, Eve
orto
You bet" interrupted Posy I'VE
9rt ana 0c viii do
Thar comes Hank (" broke i'm Reddy
Rose, as the little mules aud faded
blackboard that comprised the turnout
lt Hank Bittcis, the mail carrier,
emerged from the distant timber
Hank got a passenger
Ooedient 20 the touch of the huge |
Mexican spurs the cayuses bounded /
toward the approaching vehicle at the
cowboy iavOute gait a keen run.
@-'r--r -r-"-'t- i'--''NAA SIS ga CAN .
gentleman with a phcnomenally bald I.
head and a general appearance of /
almost Owlish wisdom, had been grow /.
ing more and more uncomfortable /.
ever since entering the cattle country. /
The conversation of the stage driver, /
md later of Hank Bitters, had not I
.crved to allay any of his apprehension. /
wy, said Hank, with great gray .
~, some NV these yere cowboys is
,i1on-plumb pizon An reckless /
Wal reckless h'aint no name for it!
they're bad"
His auditor shivered
XIII a man. Jest as quick as to
atl Durn sight quicker, some Of EN-.
He paused and gazed thoughtlully
Z the tall hat Of his companion.
I've knowed EN- 10 shoot a states
nam jest fer wcain' plug hat!'
MY stars" shivercd the passenger
"Knowed wuss'n that Wy, out on
be Soap River range
And Hank Bitters luridly pictured
BIO depravity Of the cowboys OF the
Dap river region.
But surely thew would not harm