The Fort Worth gazette. (Fort Worth, Tex.) 1891-189?, 1891-05-07

grass.
I'm blessed if that whole herd-except
mavericks-didn't pitch itself believing,
| hooking and snortine onto that fellow, the
minute he came out well into the middle OF
| the drawi I've seen some steers have 4
sort of winning way to catch that kind of
thing. I've seen herds turn like that, all
together, on 4 strange steer that came Wis
| iting, and didn't somehow part his hair TO
suit 'em. And by George, I've seen the
crowd this morning."
Jim suddenly threw back his head and
laughed, q great mellow, deep-chested
laugh, so that my champagne glass hoped
nervously about and hit its head against
the water Jug; and square-faced, curate-
looking waiter approached hastily, with an
expression of mingled solicitude and repro
baton. Do you remember the scene in
''Girofie Girofa'' where the gigantic pirate
with his rolling eyes, fierce moustachios
and generally fell and terrifying appear
ance is roaring and charging up and down
the stage like a South African lion with
mustard in his eye, when in comes soma
henchman or seryitcr-a mere ordinary hu-
man-with some notifying message. the
believing giant finally becomes aware that
someone is trying TO say something TO him !,
he turns round suddenly and perceives the
timld messenger, when, without going near
him. he puffs out his vast chest and blows
cOntemptuous!y toward him, whereupon
the fellow falls all over himself and clean
of the stage
Well when jim Strengthened up his
shoulders abruptly and looked at the waiter
it reminded me of that incident. "Baig
pawdon,n said the fellow confusedly, and
went back exactly as though that look had
some sort of propulsive power.
Jim laughed again. | laughed, too, this
time, and the champagne glass responded
syspathetically with little historical gig
gle against the water jug.
You never saw anything so pretty in
your life, said jim. They come cavorting
all around that fellow like mad They
howled like timber wolves, they tried to
smash his hat down on his skull, and to
upset him BY rushing onto him dozen at
time. l never saw him hit a soul. L
never saw him strike out. He Just sort of
waved his arms round; and every time ne
rayed EN- a lot of fellows would fall
around all over the floor.
Bye and bye a whole brand over in a
back draw broke away and Stampeded for
him. The dust flew; he must have sort Of
gone down for l couldn't see him, but the
next minute he came up in the middle of
the pile waving his arms and knocking 'em
silly every wave.
''Hooray," saysI, "Give it to 'em George,
Great Scott! Let me down there and Well
clean out the whole herd!
Zone of those little slick gray things
them mavericks-came trotting up and said
something about order, or putting me out,
but he seemed TO change his mind after he
found me. Just then little old bell sounded
like it does in Sunday school, and the whole
blessed herd just sort of melted away.
THE little gray maverick explained the
whole business to me. All about puts
and calls and the rest OF it. l asked him
what the dickens they all pitched onto the
big fellow for, and he said: %, he's new
member. They tried to rush him little.
They always rush the new ones
80 now just want to join that concern
and be rushed once, about like he was,
and I'm ready TO go back to Texas!''
ALICE MACGowAN.