Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1893-02-28

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"Then I'm dunn glad there's no saw
bones about. don't believe mater mean
. mans leg or arm to 60 until she break
the solid bone. 90 that u amt to be 20
nohow. But what do you allow TO dc
Lamm ahead or squat herer
"You are the oldest; you have mos
experience; will take your advice"
October 10 sweet ~ the smile Of ga
when she hears that her man has mad
fifteen hundred dollars Of the purceed
Of . half acre Of onions. to the mines
but these yer fall storms II reg'lar In
juns; they light down 'thout sending OF
hand bills We ought to be pintin 70
home II We can"
"But Brent's woundi Can he travelr
SHOW, about that wound, there's tw'
ways Of loodn at It. We ken stop here
or we ken poot for Laramie. allow
that It oughter take that arm Of his'n |
month to make itself right. Now In |
month therell be p'r'sps three feet o
snow whar We stand"
1--WE must 60 on"
Besides, lookerherei Accordin TO m,
the feelins mean suthin, when . mans
got any. He'll be all the time worryir
about the gal till he gets her to her fa
ther. It's my judgment she'd bettel
never see the old man agin, but
wouldn't want my Ellen to quit me, ef
was an unhealthy gonoph like him
Daughters ought to stick closer'n twitcf
grass to their fathers, and sons to theil
mothers. and she amt one to knock of
lovin anybody she's guv herself tt
love. No, shes one Of those stiddy
kind-stiddy a. the stars He knows
that, that there pardener OF your
knows II, and his feelins won't give hi,
arm no rest until she's got the old mar
to take care OF and follow of on hi,
next streak. So we must poot for Lara
mie, live or die. Thar'll be doctor
there. Ef we ken find the way II
shouldn't take us more'n ten days. ri
poot him on Bills sorrel. Jest as gentle q
horse "a Bill was that rode him, aud well
see ef we hain't worked out the bad luck
out Of all Of MS for one while"
Armstrong; opinion was only my
own. expressed Oregonly.
"That there A. & A. mule" says Arm
strong, twas Bills and mine. and this
stuff In the packs was ours. ! don't
know what the fellers did with the two
mean mustangs they was ridin when
they found Us fust on Bear river-used
'em mp, reckon"
Here Brent hailed us cheerily.
"Look alive therel We idlers here
want to be travelling"
~ told you So" said Armstrong. "He
understands this business !est as we'll as
we do. He'll 60 till he draps. Thar's
grit into him, ef I know grit"
Yes; but when saw him sit still with
his back against the spruce tree, and re.
membered his exuberant life Of other
days desponded. He soon took occa'
sion to speak to me apart.
"Dick," said he, "you see how 1t Is.
am not good for much. II we were
alone you and might settle here for a
month or 90, and write Bubbles from
the Brunnen.' But there Is lady In
the case. II Is plain where she belongs
I know every inch Of the way to Lara
mie. can take You through In a
week"-he paused and quavered q little
rs he continued-"if ! live. But don't
look 90 anxious. shall"
ut would be stupid for You to die
now, John Brent the Lover, with tho OBJ
stacles cut away and an heroic basis oi
operations"
"a wounded man, perhaps . dying
man, has no business with love. ! will
never present her my services and ask
pay. But, Dick. II should wear out
You viii know what to say to her for
me-"
We grouped to depart.
III shall remember all this for scorer
Of sketches" said Miss Clitheroe.
And indeed there was material. The
rocks behind threading away and mar.
rowing into the dim gorge Of the alley;
the rushing fountains. one with Its cloud
of steam; the two great spruces; the
greensward; the thickets, and above
them far away glimpse Of . world. all
run to top and ainging itself up into
heaven, o tumult Of crag and pinnacle.
So much for the scenery. And for per-
sonages, there was Armstrong. with his
head turbaned. saddling the white ma.
chine; the two mules, packed and tax.
ing their last nibbles Of verdure; Miss
Clitheroe, In her round hat and with q
green blanket rigged as riding skirt,
mounted upon the sturdy roam; Brent
resting on my shoulder and stepping on
my knee M he climbed painfully to his
seat on the tall sorrel; Don Fulano walt.
ing, proud and eager. And just as we
were starting q stone fell from overhead
into the water; and looking up we saw a
big horn studying US from the crags,
wishing, no doubt, that his monster
horns were ears to comprehend our dia-
lect.
Goodby to the Luggernel springs and
Luggernel alleyl to that scene OF TRACE
dy and tragedy escapedl