Middlebury register. (Middlebury, Vt.) 1886-1937, 1889-01-11

but won't, Will never leave the Range
a-runnin' nur no way"
That's what he WON'T" agreed
Reddy Rose.
DR.. Bristow seemed to fully realize
what Posy's words implied.
Next day, long before the hour for
performing the operation that was to
end or save Chips life, the cowboys
had congregated in the shade of Ash
burns postofIice. Posy was not with
them.
"Posy," little Chip was saying, as
she feebly stroked the rough head
bent above her, 'if If | don't get
out again, give each of the boys one
Of these"
Then she weakly drew from beneath
her pillow as many locks of hair, tied
with little pieces of ribbon, as there
were cowboys in the group outside
There was one for Posy, also, he no
ticed through the mist of tears that
dimmed his eyes.
Little Chip softly stroked Posy's
rough head, as he bent still lower till
his lips touched hers, and hot tear
fell on each cheek. 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 we're iron"-balf drawing his re-
volver never misses fire. an
Wal. you'll never 90 often the Rangel'
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 unsnapped 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 Posys arms.
'She is safel" he gasped, as he
opened his eyes.
AS if moved by common impulse,
the 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 fear, if he might leave for his
eastern home on the following day.
But, doc, | thought you was keen
to go out on the Cimarronl"
Nothing was further from DR.. Bris-
l i T. IL Il l.
he could but return home, it would
take most powerful attraction indeed
to draw him away from it.
Santa Fe and Old Man Ashbun 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 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
Of new store clothes, topped off by a
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 Blue"
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, ii
was evidently not at all a mystery to
her.
"Posy," began Santa Fe, awk-
wardly, Il want to say fer me an
the boys an Old Man, yere, that we
low we know how you an Chip feel
towards each other, an'-an -
I'VE reckon you both show mighty
good taste" broke in Reddy Rose,
KNOWN this" went on Santa Fe,
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 boys! 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 the astonished Posy.
The latter presently essayed to ex
press all his thanks, but the cowboys
seeing his embarrassment, drowned his
words by wild yells.
Alter rosy ana emp mad been made
one, DR.. Bristow was the first to be
equal to the 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 a 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
tiers, the truthful. Just before they
entered the timber they waved al
adieu to the cowboys congregated be
fore Ashburn's postofiice.
Santa Fe unwound his guady Mexi
can scarf and waved it in response
and the other cowboys industriously
swung their hats and yelled till thu
red wagon and its occupants hat
passed from sight
"Ashburn, you ole fool, you're
a-cryin'," said Santa Fe, presently.
80 air you'll" spoke Reddy Rose.
wal, you're not a bit better yer
self" retorted Santa Fe.-FIank Les
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