The National tribune., 1891-11-26


led this cayuse on purpose Tor yer. So hon on,
an les be roia' % Isl" Jim
Vas saryiccs air give out Tor 'lcycu o'clock,
said BIN.
Can't You get another prcacher2"
Don't want any but you, Parsoni so come
along"
I'm sorry. bui haven't a decent coat 10 wear
before a congregation Of strangers. Ny wiie's
just now patching uF my old one
F." Hyer yer put ON that, ParsOn!" and Bill
took of his own best coat and flung % 10
the little preacher. lut her on, parsoL ltll
be some loose for yer but yer kin wear IT,
&" But Won. -" began the preacher
"Oh. kim stand anything from New Mexico
suustr0ke 90 a Dak0iy blizzard returned
Bill. Besides, hyer's my slicker an blanket
ter fan back on."
Without another word ofcxcnse the preacher
went IN aud conferred with his wife.
When he roappcarcd he wore his own hat
aud Bits cost. and carried Bible and hymn
book under his arm. lie was soon seated on
the led horse, and escorted 10 Big Jim Creek.
As they drew near Old Potes saloon a cowboy
came out 20 meet them.
Things all rcadyy' asked Bill.
"Nes, the cdfce is ready an the folks is
beguniu ter gather"
"AIl right. Waal Parson, yer kin 20 in now
am sing while the Big JimmeTs gather. Hank
an me has ter ride down tho creek ways TO
scout the bride am groom up. Psrson, preach
EN- plenty o Ihanksg from the Pilgrim
Fathers car down"
So saving Bin aud Hank rode away, while
Charley Baxter conducted the preacher into the
saloon.
Hello Sammy" shouted Bin. as they
halted before a dugout on the banks Of Big
blue eyes, and general air Of timidit'y about
him, made his appearance.
"Wot's up" be asked, in a squeaky voice.
"iher Big Jimmers are goin' ter hol' Thanks
gvin' al Ole Pete's saloon, an dedicate il for q
meetln. house an tbar's TO be a weddin thar"
said Bill.
"A weddin'f"
ayes
Who's ter be splicodp"
herself, sammy, an the wilder"
/ The Lord!" cried Sammy in great con-
stenRtion.
No. the wilder! It's agin Their law for a
man Of 80 ter live eTlone in d ducout for two
4 years, az yer been dOin. Then, besides, ole man
! Oroen Is plump tired o. having yer fOOlin'
Ground Molly 50 long without comm ter bust
ness. He's got or mighty big family on his
hands. an Hank an mes sorter greed ter gave
ther ole man soIBethiH' ter be thankful for, by
marryiu' yer ter thcr wilder, thus maxim one
less for him ter scratch FOR. Git yer Sammy,
mount this ultter, an come on. We mean
biz"
"Oh, Lord, boys! ! never kin stand g."
pleaded sammy getting very week.-Mrs.
Git on this crittor, an 10 GoOliD'," com
manded Bill, covering the sLigering bachelor
with his six shooter.
Sammy Coles knew Bin Blithers as a very
reck less man, so mounting the led horse which
had brought the preacher 10 Big lin, they rode
swiftly away toward old Nat Green's Log shanty,
bali mile farther down the creek
Hello. Natl" Bill accosted the old pioneer
who was IN The act Of hitchiHg yoke Of cattle
10 big wagon. "Goin' over ter hear Their
IhauksRiyiH' sarmoug"
Thought I'd take thcr wimmin folks over"
lie replied.
z" We want Ger speak ter Molly bit"
oh, Moli" called the old man. Come
out Dyer! yerye got three beaus for Thanks
giviu,"
Molly Davis, blooming and buxom, soon an.
pcarcd az the door Of the cabin
Molly" began Bin, yer goin' ter ther
Weddin' At ole Petc'sfn