The weekly register. [volume] (Point Pleasant, Va. [W. Va.]) 1862-1909, 1889-01-23

by WAS the last ono, God forgive vel
This yere iron n"-haf drawing his re
yolver never misses fire. an
Wal you'll neyergo often the Rangelr +
DR. Bristow had mnde no idle boast
when he spoke of his protest. skill,
and all of that skill was called into
action to preserve uusnapped the chord
that bound poor little suffering Chip
TO lIfe. When the operation was over
and the crisis past. the great ply
tottered through the door and fell
faintlng into Posy' arms.
She is safer he gasped, as he
opened his eyes.
AS II moved by common impulse,
the cowboys mounted their cayuses
and galloped off across the prairie at
whirl rlwind speed Two miles away
they halted, and gave vent to their
rejoicing in yells both long and loud.
a month later, when little Chip was
able to hop about quite smartly on her
crutches. DIR. Bristow asked of Posy,
of whom he seemed to stand in dread
full fear, if he might leave for his
eastern home on the following day.
But, doc, thought you was keen
TO go. out on the Cimarron2
= SNotnClg was further from DIR. Bris-
tow's desire. He told himself that If
he could but return home, it would
take a most powerful attraction indeed
to draw him away from it
Santa BE and Old Man Ashburn held
several mysterious conferences, in
which Posy was not invited to take
part. The result was apparent next
day. Instead of the faded blackboard,
Hank Bitters arrived in long spring
wagon, which. as Reddy Rose said,
was simply 'gorgis'' with red paint of
the reddest red; and Hank himself
was gotten up for the great occasion
regardless, i'll an uncomfortable suit
collar that persisted in riding his rcd
neck most outlageously. a clerical
looking parsonage who accompanied
him was saluted by the cowboys with
shouts of Preacher BlueI"
The cowboys were all in holiday at
tire, and even Old Man Ashburn was
quite '.smartly" arrayed. Posy stared
in wonder at the group, but from the
way little Chip smiled and blushed, it
was evidently not at all a mystery to
"Posy,r began Santa Fe, awk-
wardly, II want to say fer me am
the boys an Old Man, yere, that we
low we know how you an Chip feel
towards each other, an'-an'
"Wc reckon you both show mighty
good taste, :" broke in Reddy Rose.
'.Knowin' this" went on Santa Fe,
i've = that is you wal-darn it,
you're goin' to git married yere, an
now, an'-an' ycre's yer wetdin' pres
ent from me an the boys! Soon's it's
over you're goin' to start on wcddin'
tower. We low Chip needs traveli"
and Santa Fe thrust roll of bills into
the hand of the astonished Posy.
press all his thanks, but the cowboys,
seeing his embarrassment, drowned his
words by wild yclls.
After Posy and Chip had been made
one, DIR. Bristow was the first to be
equal to the occasion. He first pro-
posed and carried out tho kissing of
the bride. Tho cowboys followed suit,
and Posy, still half dazed, was nearly
knocked off his feet by rush of COM
radcs to claim tribute from the tempt
ing mouth of the new made bride.
When the very red spring wagon
departed, its occupants We're Posy,
Chip, DR.. Bristow, besides Hank Bit
ters, the truthful. Just before they
entered the timber they waved an
adieu to the cowboys congregated be-
fore Ashburn's postoffice.
Santa Fe unwound his guady Mexi-
can scarf and waved it in response,
and the other cowboys industriously
swung their hats and yelled till the
red wagon and its occupants had
passed from sight.
''Ashburn, you ole fool, you're
a-cryin'," /" said Santa Fc. presently.
SO air you'll" spoke Rcddy Rose.
"Wal, you're not bit better yer
self!" retorted Santa Te.-Frank Les
lies.