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

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his lips touched hers, and q hot tear
fell on each cheek. Then, far braver.
than he, she turned her face away.
Good by, Posy,n she said.
"Good-by, Chip.
He staggered out Of the room, and
dashing the tears from his eyes, no
grasped the doctors arm with 4 force
that made him Vince, and whispered
hoarsely: ~
"Go in, now, an'--an' II her eoods
by was the last one, God forgive ,yel
This yere iron"-balf drawing his'So.
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Wal, you'll never go often the Rangei"
DR.. Bristow had made no idle boast
when he spoke of his professional skill,
and all OF that skill was called into
action to preserve uhsnapped the chord
that bound poor little suffering Chip
to life. When the operation was over
and the crisis past, the great physician
tottered through the door and fell
fainting into Posy's arms.
"She is safep he gasped, as he
opened his eyes.
AS if moved by O 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
crutches, DIR. Bristow asked Of Posy,
Of whom he seemed to stand in dread
full fea-, if he might leave for his
eastern home on the following day. \
"But, doc, I thought you was keen
to 90 out on the CimarronT
Nothing was further from DIR. Bris-
tow's desire. He told himself that If
he could but return home, it would
take q 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 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, in an uncomfortable suit
of new store clothes, topped off by O
collar that persisted in riding his red
neck most outrageously. 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 wa,
quite "smartly" arrayed. Posy stared
in wonder at the group, but from the
way little Chip smiled and blushed, IL
,Ot ok oil A.
her.
"Posy," began Santa Fe, awk-
wardly, II want TO say fer me an
the tn boys an Old Man, yere, that we
low we know how you an Chip feel
towards each other, an'-an'"-
eve reckon you both show mighty
good taste, broke in Reddy Rose.
>, "Knowin' this, )" went on Santa BE,
1--WE - that is you wal-darn it,
you're goin' to git married yere, an
now, an'-an' yere's yer weddin' pres
ent from me an the boysi Soon's it's
over you're goin' to start on a weddin'
tower. We low Chip needs travel ~
and Santa Fe thrust a roll of bills into
the hand of tho astonished Posy.
The latter presently essayed to ex-
press all his thanks, but the cowboys,
Soeln3 u1S SeIQQarraSSmenC drowned his
words by wild ye1ls. -
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
the bride. The cowboys followed suit,
and Posy, still half dazed, was nearly
knocked off his feet by q rush of COM
rades to claim tribute from the tempt
ing mouth of the new made bride.
When the very red spring wagon
departed, its occupants were 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 postofhce.
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 .Fe,. presently. {
so air you I" spoke Reddy Roses-.
you're not a bit better yer
selfl" retorted Santa Fe.-Frank Les
lies.