The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1892-08-21

the air since Jim's unexpected arrival, de
spite his quiet manner and friendly greet
lug.
he only needed one glance at Chummie's
little face, and her look of half-terrified de-
light would have melted a more obdurate
and injured lover. Presently some lively
young spirit out on a porch exclaimed
20, let's play hide and seek; the moons
bright as day.
Jim watched Chummie, and, as she
crossed darkened entry, caught her in his
arms an instant Whispering: Hide out
at the FAR side of the corral-Cinco's there,
hltched." She slipped around backway
unseen, while Jim walked boldly over In
front. and there, behind the S-fOot stock
ade, they met at Cinco's head.
You don't want him, do you. dArlingP'
20. mol o, no. JimW
will you risk 10 with me and CinooP'
80, yes Quickw
They'll follow. Where's the saddles and
bridlesl I'll put you on Rascal"
IAN on the back porch-shere isn't time,
anyhow-oh, listenm
IN THE SADDLE.
Jim lifted the little figure instantly upon
Cinco behind the saddle, swept the bride
rein up from the snag over which it hung
and sprang into the saddle In front af her
and her arms were round him. Even while
it open, dashed In, and. circling once round
it. drove the horses snorting out before them
with swinging quirt, Jim thrilled within
that enclrcling girdle, and remembered
how once, riding over from Boggy RIM, he
had found her afoot at the far end of the
ranch, Rascal having given her the slip;
how he had taken her up behind him on
Cinco, and how he had grievously spurred
and mistreated that unnffending and as
ink
run, for the rare delight Of feeling those
shy arms about him.
lt would have been prudent to start north
and circle round to the trail, avoiding the
house. But it wouldn't have been Jim
nor it wouldn't have been Texas. When
be found himself in that sweet clasp, so
long desired, 30 barely snatched and won
at last, when it seemed lost for good, with
those frightened arms, clinging about him,
the small hands looking themselves together
below his heart, Jim felt like warrior god.
Touching Clnco with the spurs, he sprang
forward aud dashed down the trail close
behind the string OF gathering, snorting
saddle ponies, right past the open front
door aud the whole assembled company in
the clear white light of a Texas full moon.
AS they came up to the group Jim, in a
reckless burst OF understandable delight and
triumph, rose in the stirrups, and, swinging
Gated steam whistle: "Whirr- oo.oo-irp!
Whoooirp! Whoo-oo-ooeyp
TRANSLATED.
Translated freely this reads: "Go TO
Halifax I've got you nowl Let's sue you
help yourselvesW And 80 the gentleman to
whom it was addressed received it. But
Cinco accepted it as only regular straight
out horse talk-the most pressing form of
exhortation to ''git" known to his tribe,
and he got" forthwith.
The ponies scattered out and let them
pass. Several of the older and soberer ones
pausing to question and debate a little,
were caught and saddled, and the Austeli
boys and some others followed over to
BoGgy Run. Gillespie came out and told
them, with the grim, chuckling enjoyment
of a sober old fellow over beloved young
ster's dsshing prank. that Jim and Chum-
mic, on Cinco and Gillespies best pony,
had ridden down to be married at Del Rio
and take the morning train to Uvalde,
whore Jim's people live.
Jim and Chummie could afford to be
magnanimous and say nothing to the old
folks, when we heard last week that Spur
was living meekly at Dallas with a very
aggressive wife and four children that
came out from the east somewhere and
rounded up and corralIed that gay butter
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