The star. (Reynoldsville, Pa.) 1892-1946, 1892-08-24
WHY HE LIKES DUDES
HOW A PuNY TENDERFooT ASTON
IsHED A ROUGH WESTERNER.

"
We had stopped at railroad station
ON the Pecos river, and many Of the
passengers were walking mp and down
the long platform. Among them was
dudish young man who excited con-
siderable ridicule from the dozen rough
fellows hanging about. One OF them
finally said something about "chawing
fm up" when nm old man in the gang
raised his hand and said:
h'That's 'nough, boys; don't go any
Mrther."
whats IL TO your demanded the
other.
"A heap, Ireckonl It'sso much tor
that I'll do n leetle shootin on that fel-
lows account IL needs be-"
The two men looked menacingly Mt
each other, and for twenty seconds ex-
pected to sec them draw and fire. Then
the younger one walked away, growing
as he went, leaving the field TO the old
man.
"Would you have fought for the dudeT'
| asked when the strain had been re-
lieved.
"Sartinl' he grimly answered.
"But you don't know him."
"No, and probably never shall, but
he sort o reminds me of leetle sar-
cumstance that happened seven or eight
years ago. had ranch mp on the
Pecos plains. and dude came out from
New York city TO visit naybur o.
mine. He was jest sich beanstalk as
this chap. He had soft hands, woman's
way of talkin, and / looked him over
and made up my mind that "a Texas
baby three years old could give him
pointers. Why, durn it, il he didn't
wear white shirts and collars and play
the pianner! / tried to he civil TO him,
cause he was n stranger, but II bout
made me sick. never looked at him
without thinkin o. mush and 1asses."
"Well?"
"Waal, arter he'd bin out thar bout
three months, Jim and me went out one
day 10 look up some stray mustangs. The
fust thing we knew we got volley from
a lot of Injuns who had broke loose from
the reservation. jim was hit in the
shoulder, but fortunately carried off by
his hoss, who was fiier. / headed for
n sink kBowed of and reached il with
out scratch. Then, You see, my caper
was TO stand 'em off till Jim could send
help. i had Winchester and plenty of
cartridges, and durin the fust hour
Then got u chunk o lead through this
right arm and begun to feel bit
narvous as to how it would turn out. /
swiped n bullet into smother, and in re-
turn got this rake along the skull. II
wasn't ten minutes arter that befo' be-
gun to feel powerful sick and weak, and
l jest reckoned that my scalp was goin
| to make an ornament on some red crit
| ter's belt"
"But You still stood them OFF,
GAS well as able, but the end would
hev come in about fifteen minutes more.
| The last three OF four shots fired was
so blind l couldn't see a rod. The reds
was shoutin to eacl, other and maxim
ready to close in when / heard white
man yellin. l couldn't see what took
place, but know how it was jest the
same. That mush and lasses dude was
out m n hoss huntin jackass rabbit0
and Jim run across him and told him
how / was fixed and axed him to ride
fur help. What do ye think the burned
cuss didg'
"Rode for homer"
"Not much! He rode fur me! He'd
never seen a war Injnn in his life, and
Jim told him thar was full dozen ar-
ter me, bnt it made no difference. He
comes up on a dead run, yellin and
shootin, and I'll chaw my hat IL he didn't
lay out two Of the critters and kill q
pony afore they could git away. He
sailed right in 80 mighty hard that they
thought he had big crowd behind him.
That thar leetle dude with soft hands
and puny arms lifted me onto his boss
and rode to my ranch and then heads
crowd back and runs them reds 'leven
miles and kills another.
"Why, durn me! he got two ponies
out of that scrap, and he gathered up
more wampum, bows, arrers, toma-
hawks, knives and sich than any six of
us had collected in five years. When
got about helped him to box and ship
'em to some club in New York. Pears
to me it was sumthin like the Manhattan
club. Leastwise, it had 'tarnal longish
name, and the feller was member"
"And you came to like himy'
"Say! He kin hev all I've got in this
world any time he axes for it. made
a big mistake sizin him up. He could
beat any of us with the pistol, and the
feller who took hold of him for a rassle
was throwed sky high before he could
bite his terbacker. He could run like
deer, outjump a kangaroo and we
touldn't find broncho who could buck
him off,"
"And that's why you interfered, is it,"
Exactly. Show me dude and I'll
back him. These boys hain't learned
the difference between dude and
fule yit, but hev and don't want no
better chaps behind me in pinch than
dudes, specially New York dudes."-
New York Herald.