Sturgis advertiser. (Sturgis, Dakota [S.D.]) 1887-1???, 1891-10-01


asked, looking atHenric with laugh
ing eyes; FOR, of course, i know, he
went on with a smile, that you all
make whisky down here
GLOW do you know?" Hennie
asked.
"a little bird told me, that's ali, !"
said Jfmpson. IA man wouldn't be
much of man in these mountains il
he didn't dish UP a little moonshine,
don't you know.
Lit didn't rain that day. When the
young girl and Jimpson reached the
house, low, typical log cabin, with
a log, mud plastered chimney, there
was no one at home but the mother
and the ancient aunts. They did not
look with favor on the newcomer, but
the st. Louis young man talked the
morning and afternoon away, so that
before the sun had redeemed the tops
OF the hills with it's fading evening
glory, they all liked him. He had
said nothing about resuming his
journey, and Hennie feared that the
brothers and father could not be as
readily made to appreciate the
ssyoung man from Missourahn as were
the feminine members of the house
hold. But they were. Jimpson met
the boys with graceful, easy air and
fell at once to talking about the price
of cotton in way that disarmed any
suspicion that might have possessed
them. As the evening wore away
Jimpson talked about hunting and
fishing. 1t was good in that locality,
so good that the man from ST. Louis
reached the conclusion that he would
spend week or two rambling about
the hills.
sIt'll be good fer you," said Lille
Spencer, sam we'll board you cheap"
sI'll stay" said Jimpson, ''and if I
like it I'll send to Little Rock for a
couple of my friends to put in their
vacation here with me-"
So the outing was planned. Hennie
was pleased. She had grown to like
the stranger in few hours that she
had known him; it was a queer sort
Of feeling she experienced. He was
the first man she had ever seen who
appeared to know how to talk. There
was something open and pleasing in
his face, too; anyway, the simple
Ozark girl liked him. She would
have told him if she had chance.
Love? She didn't know what the
word meant. Jimpson was the only
man she had ever seen that she cared
a rap for. She knew so much as that,
but no more.
The ST. Louis young man was at
the Spencer cabin two weeks before
he concluded that it was time to send
for his friends.
"I'll stay two weeks longer" he
said, ''and I'll send down for Bow
man and McHenry."
In the fortnight that he had spent
with the Spencers he roamed about
the hillsfor good many miles around.
Hennie went with him on most of the
excursions, until one day Bob Spencer
said to her:
'Iook here, sis, seems to me that
you're doin' sight o. gaddin' erbout
with Jimpson. You don't know
nothin' erbout him."
'ENope," returned the girl, "but
Pm purt' nigh sure he's all right. Eff
I ever ketched him tryin' to rest any
of the boys I'd shoot him quicker'n
lightning"
Nothing more was said, for at that
moment JimpsOn' and his Little Rock
friends rode up. They seemed to be
nice fellows, although somewhat
rougher in manner and speech than
the young man from ST. Louis. Bob
Spencer shook his head and winked at
Hennie when opportunity offered.
He didn't like Jimpson's reinforce
ments. The girl had told Jimpson
about the Spencer moonshine opera
tions. She had told him the location
of every stillhouse in the three coun-
ties. Girls in Arkansas have the
natural feminine instinct of telling
things they ought to keep to them
selves. Climate and environment
cannot stop woman's tongue. There
are men who speak of the fallacy of
the talkativeness of women, but they
are only latter day knights.
Jimpson had a wonderfully valuable
collection of facts after his two weeks
stay. That is the reason he sent for
his Little Rock friends. He needed
them. The next day after their ar
rival the two got on their horses and
rode away from the Spencer cabin.
They said they were going over to
Crooms mill to do a little shooting.
Hennie didn't believe it. She knew
of half dozen stills in that direc-
tion, and it at once flashed across her
mind that the three strangers meant
to sieze them and arrest the opera
tiveS.
The simple girl had talked with
Jimpson the night before. They sat
on log out in front of the Spencer
cabin, and the ST. Louis man, like
any other man would have done I'M
der the circumstances, squeezed her
hand. This is the girl, mind you,
who said that she would not marry
the best man alive; but women, as all
the world knows, are not to be held
accountable for what they do or say.
1T reminds one of woman who
would NOT WELD tn tho antroatiac ne n