Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1892-08-07

| toilet: 'Let up, John. There's no use talk
| ing. I'm goin' over there an look at her
| that's all. II this is her own deal and she's
satisfied, why I'm bound to be- If it isn't
| If that little old swelled up prairie dog
] an the old folks have sort of rushed it in on
her No, you can't 60, nor Billy; I'm
just going by myself, all peacable an
/ natural"
| They we're waiting for the preacher at the
Austell ranch-he was an hour overdue.
There was sort Of strained uneasiness in
the air since Jim's unexpected arrival. de-
spite his quiet manner and friendly greet
ing.
He only needed one glance at Chummie's s
| little face; and her look of half terrified de-
light would have melted a more obdurated
and injured lover. Presently some lively
young spirit out on porch exclaimed, 30,
let's play hide and seek; the moons bright
as day.
| Jim watched Chummie, and, as she crossed
a darkened entry, caught her in his arms an
! instant, whispering, "Hide out at the far
side of the corral-Cinco's there, hitched "
She slipped around back way unseen,
while Jim walk ed boldly over in front, and
| there, behind the 8-toot stockade, they met
at Cinco's head.
.'You don't want him, do you, darling9"
| 80 no, o no, Jimr'
"Will you risk it with me and Cinco?"'
20 yes! Quickp'
They'll follow. Where's the saddles and
brides? I'll put YOU on Rascal"
anyhow-O, listenp'
Two Figures on q Flying Horse.
Jim lifted the little figure instantly upon
Clnco behind the saddle, swept the bride
rein up from the snag over which it hung
and sprang into the saddle in front of her;
and her arms were round him. Even while
he wheeled Cinco at the corral gate, dashed
| in, and, circling once round it, drove the
horses snorting out before them with swing
| ing quirt, Jim thrilled within that encir-
| cling girdle, and remembered how once,
| riding over from Buggy Run, he had found
her afoot at the far end of the ranch, Rascal
having given her the slip, how he had
J taken her up behind him on Cinco, and how
| he had grieviously spurred and mistreated
that unoffending and astonished friend, and
put him into dead run, for the rare delight
OF feeling those shy arms about him.
1t 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 he
felt himself in that sweet clasp, SO long de-
sired, SO barely snatched and won at last,
when it would seem lost for good, with
those frightened arms clinging about him,
the small hands locking themselves together
below his heart, Jim felt like q warrior
god.
Lou1 whoop OF Defiance
Touching Cinco with the spurs, he sprang
forward and dashed down the trail. close
behind the string of Gathering, snorting
saddle ponies, right past the open front
door and the whole assembled company, in
the clear white light of 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
his hat, remarked in the tone of an intoxi.
Gated steam whistle. "Whirr-oo-oo-irpl
Whoooirpi Whoo-oo-ooey"
Translated freely this reads, 'sGo to Hall
fax! 1 have got you nowi Let's see YOU
help yourselves? And so the gentlemen
to whom it was addressed received it, But
Cinco accepted it as only regular, straight
out horse talk-the most pressing form of
e1hortation 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 little, were
caught and saddled, and the Austell bows
and some others followed over to Boegy
Run. Gillespie came out and told them.
with the grim, chuckling enjoyment of an
sober old fellow over beloved Youngsters
dashing prank, that Jim and Chummie, on
Cinco and Gillespie's best pony, had ridden
down to be married at Del Rio and take the
morning train to Uvalde, where Jim's peo-
pie live.
Jim and Chummie could afford to be mag
unanimous and say nothing to the old folks,
when we heard last week that Spur was
living meekly at Dallas with . very ag-
gressive wife and four children, that came
out from the East somewhere and rounded
up and corralled that gay butterfly.
ALICE MACGOw