Shenandoah herald. [volume] (Woodstock, Va.) 1865-1974, 1892-05-27

.zNE7 Y knit the socks if ther
RNJ happen to be no girl
sent into the family
He had no sisters and so he was put through
the housework, which troubled him moi
at all. lie rather liked it, in fact. H,
brought some of his dishwashing notions
with him to the range and many other
tenderfoot ideas. Among these latter
was the horror of seeing anybody killed.
He was so neat with his kit, washed
and shaved so much, and wore such
feckless jumpers and shirts that the boys
sometimes called him Girly Hollister.
We were Dad lot at Lucin's. Some
body was always getting killed and
buried. When Pete Orr got three of Bill
Somers's bullets IN him and died before
the clock in old Ashby's groggery could
give dozen ticks, it made some of tht
boys laugh to see how ridiculously the
ma1 squirmed on the floor and with wha
flop his head fell back against the piece
of zinc by the little stove. But Monte
did not laugh. He just turned away hi
head and went out and looked over the
sagebrush in very solemn way. l fol.
lowed and saw him bend over and wipe
his eyes with his white handkerchief.
1t affected me more to see him that way
than il did to see Peet's mouth open
when his head fell back. But a cowboy
with a clean, white linen handkerchief
just think of that! Pete wasn't anything
to MOntie-not even halfway sort of 8
friend. The fact was he had led tht
laugh on him many time when the boy
had done something to show his girlish-
ness. But Monte couldn't help weep.
ing when he died.
Now, you are mistaken about the boy
if you think there wasn't any sand il
him. You ought to have seen him ride
that bucker up at Mesilla Springs. The
beast had never had a saddle touch his
hide before, and he threw off every one
of the six men who tried to ride him
You know there Is the back of a regular
bronco that comes up like the thing the
Philistines or some other fellows used to
throw big stones with when they besieget
the high walls of Jerusalem. But thi,
bronco had double spring. Just wher
you thought you were coming down al
right into the saddle after the first sprinc
he met you half way with the other, anC
that laid you out cold But he didn'
throw Monte. That boy kept on as firm
as the saddlehorn and rode the beast 81,
times around the corral and up to thu
ranch house. The boss said he wa.
g mailer, but the bucker had spattereC
Montie's chaparejos with mud, and so b,
wasn't happy. The boys used to sa,
that Girly Hollister combed out his cbapa
rejos every night before he got into hi
blanket, which may or may not have
been true.
Now about that affair of the Mormon
girl. You couldn't get me to tell the
story for a whole band of long horns i
it wasn't for two things. 1t has gone
about that Monte turned Mormon him
self and went through the Endowment
House. But it isn't so. They've 90
the wrong brand on him. l want t.
take the twists out of that story; also tC
tell about that affair of Big Dorkin. TIL,
credit for that business has been given t.
the wrong man long enough.
You see the girl was the daughter OF
man who had been a Bishop and had I
front seat in the Tabernacle, but be moved
away from Salt Lake and died. She be.
Ionced, to the tenth wife, think--or
was it the eleventh. Anyway it was q
long way from the first. The Bishop
had all kinds Of sons and daughters
red-headed, black headed, te.headed
and brown. She was one of the dsri
ones, and il there was a prettier among
the whole twenty-three girls l never saw
her. Most OF them were as ugly as sin.
Her mother, quiet little woman from
Louisiana, had settled in a valley by her
self. about ten miles from Lucin's. She
had quite a ranch that the old man had
left her and about three hundred bead
Hers was the XB brand, with a saw
tooth slit in the left car. She had
Cinnamon at work on the ranch-s
strange thing for Mormon. But tber'
was white man in charge Of things fol
her. He was the bulkingest big Nor
mon that ever | saw. Not bad looking
wss Ephraim Dorkin. splendid shoul-
ders. big heavy neck, a head like GoIish
aud hooIs on him like any Missourian
He ives proud, and he wess tweive'