Idaho semi-weekly world. [volume] (Idaho City, Idaho Territory) 1875-1908, 1892-12-09

an exercise.
..You can gamble said Watkins con,
Edeutly. ANY man as chases me rounu
much will regard it as thriliin pas'inie'
He won't get fat at it--none Whatever.
"As YOU all seem to feel that away,
soid Moore "rll step out and shoot with
you right now. "a u.+
kins.
They arose and stepped out ct the door:
It was gathering dark, but 1T was iigh'
enough to shoot by.
The other cowboys followed IN silence.
Not one said word in comment OF M
reference. They were grave ana seri-
Gus. but passive It is not good form 70
interfere with other peoples duels in the
southwest. The pretty girl was still
singing, and the strains fell softly on the
ears of the cowboys. Every one, whether
onlooker or principal, felt inspired with
a lurking, pleased anticipation of the
blood to be soon set flowing. Nothing
was said of distance. They separated to
about forty PAGES and turned to face
each other. Each wore his ''Colts 40,
the loosely buckled belt letting it rest
low down on the right hip. Each threw
down his big hat and stood at apparent
ease. with his thumbs caught in the pis-
toll belt .,
..Shall you give the word, or meF' said
Moore.
"You give it," said Watkins eth be
n funny passage in American history If
you get your artillery to the front any
sooner than do. then"
"Be you ready?" asked Jack.
"Shore."
"Then-go."
"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bangw went
both pistols together, and with a rapid
ity not to be counted. Moore got a
crease in his left shoulder "a mere
wound to the fesh-and Watkins fell
with bullet in his side. Rawlins, the
range boss, came running out. He I'M
derstood all at look Hastily examin.
ing Moore he discovered that his hurt
was nothing serious. The Others carried
Watkins into the house.
flake my pony, saddled at the fence
Jack" said Rawlins, land pull YOU
freight. This yere mans goin' to die"
(Which shorely hopes he does" sale
Jack, bitterly. "Ill go, though; l ain
got no use for none Of these yere he
shorthorns around the HIT"
So he took Rawlins' pony, and wher
he stopped riding in the morning it wa
no marvel that the poor pony hung hi
head dejectedly, while his TANKS steamed
and quivered. He was almost 100 mile
from his last corn, and cooled his nerv
GUS muzzle as he took his morning drinl
in the Rio Pecos, stream far to thu
west of the HIT.
=
"Some shooting scrape about theil
saddles, miss; that's all" So reported
Rawlins to the pretty girl.
"Isn't it horrible! shuddered tht
pretty girl, in reply.
The next morning the pretty girl an(
her gnarled and twisted aunt paid the in
jured Watkins visit. This sight so at
fected the other three cowboys that the.
i. at once saddled and rode away to tn
, northwest to work some cattle on tn
, three months They looked black an
forbidding as they galloped away.
Its pity Jack Moore amt no bette
pistol shot" said one, as the picture @
the pretty girl visiting the wounded Wa,
kins arose in his mind.
"That's whatever" assented the Others
The pretty girl was full of sympath
| g. VA
: to her, too, that his profile was clear an
! handsome. He was certainly very pale
and this stirred the depths of her fem
a nine nature. She and her aunt came t
, see the invalid every day. Once til
pretty girl said she would bring him
y book to read and while away the hour
q which seemed shod with lead.
}, 81 can't read" said Watkins, in ton
I of deepest shame. Il never learned
: should like to read, too, but there's n
= one to teach me So that settles that,
and the rascal expressed deep sigh.
. Watkins lied 1t was he who was th
Princeton man. He said afterward ths
!, this lie was the only real good work h
n ever did in his life.
q So the pretty girl came every day an
gave Watkins n reading lesson, viii
n the gnarled aunt read a book and watcl
!. ed them through the open door.
'By the way" said Watkins one da,
r where's Moore:"
"WhyY" asked the range boss, to whol
h the question was put.
! you tell him, said Watkins, his ey,
,. beginning to gather rage. ''that when
n get out I'll be lookin' for him wit
r something besides field glass"
d ooh, moi" said the pretty girl, risir
}. and coming toward his couch. FL
n tone showed disturbance and fear at Il
thought.
- As he gazed at her the look change
G. in his eyes. Hate for Moore gave pla,
il to something else.
,e NO." he said at last. Tell him ii
,e all right, Rawlins.''
The pretty girl thought him vel
IA noble.
10 Watkins was out in five weeks ar
II could go about the ranch. One nigl
t. Rawllns thought he heard pony in II
D. yard and arose to remedy the matte
re As he stepped ont couple passed hi
v. in the moonlight. 1t was Watkins al
e, the pretty girl. The caitiff's arm w
round her.-Dan Quin in Kansas Ci
e. Times.
!. Sailors are bowlegged class. Anc
~ SAT- always walks as if he were on
IL deck of a ship, and he never takes Gre