Fairhaven herald. [volume] (Fairhaven, Wash.) 1890-????, 1892-06-23
FOR A MORMON GIRL.

no girls sent into the family. He had no
sisters, and so he was put through the
housework, which troubled him not at all
He rather liked it, in fact. He brought
some of his dish washing notions with
him to the range and many other tender
foot ideas. Among these latter was a hor-
ror of seeing anybody killed.
He was SO neat with his kit, washed and
shaved SO much and wore such fleckless
Jumpers and shirts that the boys some
times called him Girly HOLSTER.
We were bad lot at Lucin's. Some
body was always getting killed and buried
When Pete Orr got three of Bill Somers'
bullets in him aud died before the clock in
old Ashby's groggery could give a dozen
ticks it made some Of the boys laugh to
see how ridiculously the man squirmed on
the floor and with what flop his head fell
back against the piece of zinc by the little
stove. But Monte did not laugh. He
just turned away his head and went out
and looked over the sagebrush in a very
solemn way | followed and saw him bend
over and wipe his eyes with his white
handkerchief. 1t affected me more to see
him that way than it did to see Pete's
mouth open when his head fell back. But
cowboy with clean, white linen hand
kerchief-just think of thatl Pete wasn't
anything to Montie-not even a half way
sort of a friend. The fact was he had led
the laugh on him many time when the
boy had done something TO show his girlish-
ness. But Monte couldn't help weeping
when he died.
Now you are mistaken about the boy if
you think there wasn't any sand in him.
You ought to have seen him ride that
bucker up at Mesila springs. The beast
had never had saddle touch his hide be-
fore, and he threw off every one of the six
men who tried to ride him, You know
there is a spring in the back of a regular
broneho that comes up like the thing the
Philistines or some other fellows used to
throw big stones with when they besieged
the high walls Of Jeru salem. But this
broncho had double spring. Just when
you thought you were coming down all
right into the saddle after the first spring
he met you half way with the other, and
that laid you out cold But he didn't
throw Monte That boy kept on as firm
as the saddlehorn and rode the beast six
times around the corral and up to the
ranch house. The boss said he was a
mailer, but the bucker had spattered Mon
ties chaparejos with mud, and so he wasn't
happy. The boys used to say that Girly
HOLSTER combed ont his chaparejos every
night before he got into his 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 if it wasn't for
two things. 1t has gone about that Monte
turned Mormon himself and went through
the Enjoyment house. But it isn't so.
They've got the wrong brand on him.
want to take the twists out Of that story;
also to tell about that affair of Big Dorkin
The credit for that business has been given
to the wrong man long enough.
You see the girl was the daughter of a
man who had been bishop and had front
seat in the Tabernacle, but he moved away
from Salt Lake and died. She belonged
TO the tenth wife, think, or was il the
eleventh. Anyway it was long way from
the first. The bishop had all kinds of sons
and daughters-red headed, block headed,
white headed and brown. She was one Of
the dark ones, and if there was a prettier
among the whole twenty-three girls
never saw her. Most of them were as ugly
~ 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
XB brand, with a saw tooth slit in the left
car. She had Cinnamon at work on the
ranch-a strange thing for Mormon. But
there was a white man in charge of things
for her. He was the hulkingest big Nor
mon that ever | saw. Not bad looking
was Ephraim Dorkin. Splendid shoulders,
big, heavy neck, bead like Goliath, legs |
like any of those big fellows and hoofs
ON him like any Missourian. He was |
proud, and he wore twelves when he should
have worn fourteens, and the boys used TO |
say that his boots were full Of feet. Yes,
he was proud, and he had reason to be
when you put him alongside of the rest of
the male Mormons thereabout They were
ugly brutes, most of them.
You could see at once that Big Dorkin
thought he owned jess Beamster. jess did
not wear the poke bonnets Of the rest of
women of Mormondom, nor that ugly
gown that you see on them that hangs
straight down on three sides, is ankle short
in front and trails in a pointed pennant
behind. No, she harlessed as she pleased,
and she always looked trim and interested
you. Her mother didn't care. In fact,
she leaned a bit toward the reformed
Latter Day Saints and the revised Book Of
Mormon, and she didn't believe that the
Lord would strike her daughter dead il
she came out looking rather smart now
and then.
When Monte first saw that girl she had
on pink something and little fat, red
hat, with beads on it, and a dotted veil |
that came down to her lips. The combi- !
nation struck him right between the eyes
He was more babyish than ever after that,
and when Shorty Spence laid out Frank |
Van Zile he wet his handkerchief so that
you could have wrung out enough tears |
from it to have watered n sheep,
demonstrated with Monte.
You can't go in for Mormons, greeny,"
said ], in my oflhand way. "Why don't |
you marry greaser girl and be done with
itf She'd make It lively for you - the |
greaser wouldn't she wouldn't be both
ering about the ordinances the Papa-