The Sunday morning news. [volume] (Jersey City [N.J.]) 1886-1891, 1891-06-14
THE ONLY OUT ABOUT HIM
How John Dean Conquered in Spite
of ii. and Won His Little
Annie.
BY HARRIET PRESCOTT srorFonp


BY HARRIET PRESCOTT sPoFFoRD
The teams loaded to the top with sup
plies for camp were on the point of start
ing for the woods. the impatient horses
paving the snow and tossing of
showers Of bell tones; whips were
CRACKING and men were exclaiming and
boys were running, and Mr.. Sibfey was
getting angrier every minute. The sec
ond teamster was nowhere to be found
by gracious, I'll discharge hilni" reared
MIR. Sibley. "You run right home, An
ME-" he said, in different tone, to the
young girl with face like bunch of
flowers, who came along and paused on
the edge of the confusion. 'sYour moth
er wanted them crackers right away.
Can't you find him" as old Peachblow
came across the square.
Reckon he's discharged himself, = said
one of the men, swapping his long whip.
Just when he'd orter be on the spot or
diet And if they don't make Palterers
tonight the storrnll be on them"-
Its no use, sir" said old Peachblow.
Hes over at BooseyB, used up. He
don't sense nothing"
'sThen I'll give him his come uppance
tomorrow roared Mr. Sibley. ssYou
bet your life won't keep a man who
drinks or smokes tobacco"
Gould | do instead, STRIP asked a
young fellow standing by, whose glance
had flashed on and off the pretty girl like
the light that plays from glass in the
sun, while at the word tobacco the men
gave that placid stare at each other
which answers all the purposes of a
wink.
"You? What in thunder do You know
about horses?"
81 think ] can drive that team, sir"
"What could you do in the camp after
you get there, with your build?' glanc-
ing the newcomer over-a pale, slender
STRIPPING. Looks if you were made of
white satin ribbon"
The young man laughed, showing his
white and even teeth. "Do?D he said.
mot much, sir, perhaps, but find my
way out. Idon'tsuppose could handle
the logs"
"Where'd you come fromY suddenly.
'Oyer beyond, /" with backward move
ment of his head in direction across
the bay.
"What do you call yourselfY'
ssJohn Dean"
"John Dean. What were you doing
lastg'
Running machine"
why amt you running q machine
nowg'
Wanted change" indiferently, his
hands in his pockets, perhaps that no
one might see how they were trembling.
"Well, don't see but I shall have to
risk it. Can but try" said the busy lit
tie man. John Deanl Get up there
and take the strings and drive to No. 10.
Don't urge them horses because they're
free. It's the best team in the state, and
I'd rather lose their weight in spruce
gum than have them go lame. And don't
waste no time bringing them back. Do
You hear?" For John Dean had already
climbed the seat and taken up the reins,
and the whole procession was starting
while he spoke. ssAnd no swearing.
boysi" Mr.. Sibley cried after them.
Blamed if I'll have swearing in my
camps"
Like ter see yer drive these blasted
cattle er mine without til" said big fell
low on one of the teams. "Gol darn We,
can't ye stand ups''
The best horses in the stated John
Dean almost trembled again as he took
the reins. What did he know about
horses, indeedl Was taking their charge
something on the same line as that he
had left? But what else was there to
dor Yes, it was bad beginning -bnt
his intentions, with intentions OF bed
rock, might he not? Well, nothing vent
ure nothing have. And it was a great
stroke of luck, this chance, AFTER
"Pick up yolr reins, lad, !" said the lit
tie old man on the team behind. Them
horses mean business"
John gathered up his reins. But pres
emily came the voice again, "Hold in 20
ing down hill, if You don't want to break
their knees"
John held in And now it was, ssDon't
saw them horses mouths that way! They
amt made of from
who's driving these horses, any way?"
asked John over his shoulder.
"You hadn't orter bel You'd better
change an take my old plugs"
"rd like to" said John. aBut these
horses were put in my charge, and can't.
But you might SO ahead, and let me see
you do it"
Well. Miss Nancy, I'll do better "a
| that, or my name amt Peachblow.
! Whoa, there, whoa, / tell yer with some
further language that would have made
NJ: Sipley's hair stand IN. Gore