The weekly Union times. [volume] (Union C.H., South Carolina) 1871-1894, 1889-02-08

rougn mead, as no bent still lower tin
his lips touched hers, and q hot tear
fell on each check. Then, far drawer
than he, she turned her face away.
"Good-by, Posy," she said. &
"Good-by, Chip"
He staggered out Of the room, and
dashing the tears from his eyes, he
grasped the doctors arm with force
that made him vince, and whispered
hoarsely:
"Go in, now, an'-an' If her good.
by was the last one, God forgive vel
This yere iron"-baf drawing his re-
volver - never misses fire, an
Wal, you'll never go often the Rangep
DR.. Bristow had mado no idle boast
when he spoke of his professional skill,
and all Of that skill was called into
action TO preserve unsnapped the chord
that bound poor little suffering Chip
to life. When tho operation was over
and the crisis past, the great physician
tottercd through the door and fell
fainting into Posy's arms.
''Sho is safep he gasped, as he
opened his eyes.
AS if moved by q common impulse,
tho cowboys mounted their cayuses
and galloped off across the prairie at
whirlwind 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
crutchcs, DR.. Bristow asked Of Posy,
of whom he seemed to stand in dread
full fear, if he might leave for his
eastern homo on the following day.
"But, doc, ! thought you was keen
to 90 out on tho Cimarron2"
Nothing was further from DR.. Bris-
tow's desire. He told himself that if
ho could but return home, it would
take most powerful attraction indeed
to draw him away from it.
Santa Fe 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 a long spring
wagon, which, as Rcddy Rose said,
was simply ''gorgis" with red paint of
was gotten up for the great occasion
of new store clothes, topped off by o
neck most outrageously. A clerical
looking parsonage who accompanied
him was salutcd by the cowboys with
shouts of Preacher Blue"
The cowboys wore all in holiday at
quite "smartly" arraycd. Pcsy stared
way little Chip smiled and blushed, it
was evidently not at all mystery to
her
"Posy," began Santa Fe, awk-
wardly, II want to say fer me an
tho boys an Old Man, ycre, that we
low wo know how you an Chip feel
towards each other, an'-an'"-
"Wo reckon you both show mighty
good taste" broke in Reddy Rose.
KNOWN this" went on Santa Fe,
"wc - that is s-you - wal-darn it,
you're goin' to git married yerc, an
now, an'-an' ycrc's yer weddin' pres
ent from me an the boysl Soon's it's
over you're goin' to start on q weddin'
tower. We low Chip needs travel :"
and Santa Fo thrust n roll of bills into
the hand Of the astonished Posy.
The latter presently essayed to ex-
press all his thanks, but the cowboys,
seeing his emRarrassment,d drowned his
words by wild yells.
After Posy and Chip had been made
| one, DR.. Bristow was the first to be
equal to tho occasion. He first pro-
| posed and carried out the kissing of
| tho bride. Tho cowboys followed suit,
and Posy, still half dazed, was nearly
knocked off his feet by rush of COM
rades 70 claim tribute from the tempt
ing mouth of tho now made bride.
When the very red spring wagon
departed, its occupants wero Posy,
Chip, DR.. Bristow, besides Hank Bit
ters, the truthful. Just before they
entered tho timber they waved an
adieu to the cowboys congregated be-
fore Ashburn's postomce.
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 it's occupants had
| passed from sight
"Ashburn, you olo fool, you're
a-cryin'," said Santa Fe, presently.
$50 air your spoke Reddy Rosn--.
"Waf, you're not bit better yer
self" retorted Santa Fc.-Frank Les
lies