The Monitor., 1891-03-20
AN IDYL OF THE lit.

five cowboys sit gloolnily about. outside
the ranch house, awaiting supper. Ihe
Mexican cook has just begun his fragrant
task, so half hour must elapse before
these Arabs are fed Their ponies are
turned into the wire pasture. their big
Colorado saddles repose astride the low
pale fence which surrounds the house,
and it is evident that their riding Is over
for the day.
WHY are they gloomy? Not boy OF
them can tell One is from Princeton,
too. They have been partners and com
naneros and worked" the HT cattle to-
eether for months, and nothing ever
came in misunderstanding or cloud.
The ranch house is their home, ana
theirs has been the unity of brothers.
A week ago pretty girl, the daughter
of one of the owners, came to the ranch
from the east. She was protected IN
this venture by =. 81; and gnarled aunt,
watchfui rs ferret, sour rs a lime.
Not that the pretty girl needs Watching;
she is indeed in every move proprlefy s
climax. No soft or dulcet reason woos
her to the west; she comes on no love
errand. She is elegantly and profoundly
tired of the east, that is all. and longs
for western air and western sights. She
has been at the HT ranch Il week, ana
the bows have met her. every one The
meeting or meetings were marked by
awkwardness as to the boys. utter IN
difference as to the pretty girl She
met them rs she met the ponies, cows,
horned toads and other animals. domes-
tic and indigenous to eastern New Mex
leo. While every cowboy was blush
ingly conscious of her, she was purely
and serenely guiltless Of giving him
thought.
Before this pretty girl came the boys
were friends. and the calm tenor of their
relations with each other had never a
ripple. She was not there a day before
each drew himself insensibly from the
others, and a vague hostility shone
dimly in their eyes 1t was the instinct
Of the fighting male animal aroused by
the presence of the pretty girl. Sho,
however, proceeded on her daily way,
swec.ly unconscious of the sentiments
she had awakened.
Men are mere animals; women are,
too, for that matter. but they are very
different animals from men. The ef-
fort the raco makes to be the other, bet
ter or different than beasts fails. 1t al
ways failed: it will always fail. Civili-
zation-culture-is the variest veneer
and famously thin \ year on the plains
cracks this veneer - this shell - and
leaves the animal exposed. This is by
the expanding growth of all that is ami
malish in Il man; these attributes of the
physical being fed and pampered by a
plains existence.
The dark. vague, isnpalpable differ
ences which cut off each OF these Great
ures from his fellows and inspired him
with an unreasoning and unreasonable
hate had grown with the brief week of
their existence \ philosopher would
look for trouble soon on the HIT.
"What did you go and tako my saddle
for Yesterday. Bill:" said Jack Moore to
boy by tho name of Bill Watkins,
"'Cause | allows I'll ride it some, y
says Watkins II thought it might like
to carry q high grade cowpuncher once.
well, don't take it no more" said
Moore, moodily, ignoring the gay inso-
lence in the reply. 'Leastwise, don't t
come a-takin' of it an sayin' nothin'.
You can palaver Americana, can't you?
When yoa aims to ride my saddle agin,
ask fer it: if you can't talk make signs,
and if you can't make sign, shake a
bush. but don't go Injunin' Off no saddle
Of mine no more"
Whatever do you allow is liable to
happen if take it agin tomorry:" in
quired Bill in high scorn.
Bill was of more vivacious temper
than the gloomy Moore.
"You takes it agin an mingles with
you whole lot, mighty prompt, "-see-
piled Moore in tone of obstinate injury.
These boys were brothers in affection
before that pretty girl came, and either
would have gone afoot all day to lend
his saddle to the other. Going afoot, too
is the last thing, let mo assure you. a
cowboy will do.
well, don't you fail to mingle none,
said Bill, with cheerful ferocity," on nc
count of its being me. | crossed the tr;i
of the shorthorn like you, over on the
Panhandle onct, an puts him in the fire
an has plenty of fun with him."
"Stop the play now. right yeTe, sale
Tom Rawlins. the HT range boss, who
was sitting close at hand. You al
spring trouble round yere an I'll be in it
Whatevers the matter with all you peo
pie anyway? You're like passel of SORE
head dogs for more'n week now
You're shorely too many for me to sabe
an cl'ar gives you up"
The boys started some grumbling re
ply, but tho cook called them to supper
just then, and one aninalism becoming
overshadowed by another, they forgot
their rancor and vague animosities il
thoughts of supplying their hunger. To
ward the last of the repast Rawlina arost
and going to another room began over
looking some entries in the ranch books
The pretty girl did not eat at the ranci
table She had little banquets in hel
own room. Just then she was in hel
own room and began singing IN Il low
tenor some tender little love song that
seemed born of O sigh and tear. The
boys at supper heard her, and their re
sentiment sf each others existence begar
again to fame in their breasts and ESlrr
deeply in their eyes. Mono Of these say
ages was in the least degree in love with
the pretty girl either. They might have
| become so, all or any of them.
The singing went On IL u cooling, sof
xynv did mot l1,sp usr, tho xyOrlc-