St. Tammany farmer. [volume] (Covington, La.) 1874-current, 1894-05-19

MANY PARISH, La,
vAMlNo OF THE c0WeoX.
0e AnswereA the Natrlmooial Advertise.
nsnt Of N Eastern Widow.
.I'vo drove team Of ten mulea.
Judge, an I've punched cattle all the
way from Texas to Manitoba" said .
broad-shouldered, well-knit man with
gray hair and . gray mustache. ad.
dressing Judge Gutmann. "I've stood
MP before a Texas norther and . Da-
kota blizzard. I've gone over the had
Lands in the dead o. summer. I've lived
in the saddle for seventy-two hours
at stretch. I've broke bronchos and
I've drunk Kansas whisky. I've done
everything rough that COW puncher
had to do, but = year with that wom-
an comes nearer being ten years in
tophet than anything know Of"
"Tell me ell about it," said the
Judge.
1T was this way, judge said the
man. I'm from the plains ! was q
COW 'puncher'-a cowboy. you know.
Life was pretty dull with us We used
to fill up once in great while, an
ride through town on our ponies.
shootin' our winchesters in the air
once in awhile putin hole through
q window pane or plate-glass window
an lead the mounted police . lively
chase-just for the fun Of it, Judge
no harm intended. Then once in
awhile we'd get in a saloon an put out
the lights an spill enough lead to
make mile of water pipes. But 1t
vas dull, Judge. compared to life in
Albany.
"we're not rs dumb lot o men as
they picture US. judge. There wasn't
. man among MS that couldn't read,
an we'd all seen somethin' OF the
world. Some of us was pretty
hard, I'll admit. But rs u rule we
never killed man unless we had 70.
An full O. fight rs we nights be,
Judge. an rough and tough, we never
stole anything. An we never stuffed
ballot-boxes-
1--WE weren't . dumb lot, judge. We
had active brains an we used to get
pretty tired sittin' round the big fire.
place. A man can't be contented
drinkin' whisky an shootin' an spittin'
tobacco juice an blowin' smoke an
swappin' stories. judge. He's got to do
brain. Well, to keep things . movin'
we used to read the Police Gazette an
Century. There was another paper We
got at the ranch. too. 1t was the Matri-
monial Weekly. Women was scarce in
our country an we used to like to keep
in with them. One night one O. the boys
read an advertisement that said that q
widow with two children and little
money would like to get married. I'm
not SO rich that can afford not tc
work. an I'm not too proud to keep
boarders,' 1t read.
".Town of the Dutchr sez I, when
tho boy readin' it said she lived In Al.
! bany.
""rown of the Irish,' sez one of the
bows. Keep away from it, BILL
"That's my name, judge. Bill--Bil,
Browncll.
"Well, I wrote, an it ended in me
comm to Albany with two hundred
dollars an a trunk full o clothes an
silverwarc. We was married. The day
after we was married lent her the
money an the silyerware.
Then the, trouble begun. She made
! me make the beds, judge. Think of it.
A man that had slept for years on a
blanket laid on the ground-no feather
| but the snowhakes an no lamps except
! the moon an stars-a man that had
slept many a night in the saddle 1u
many . week by the side of campfire
"A man like that maxim beds
Then she made me wipe the dishes
an warsh the clothes. It was tough,
Judge, but I didn't have q cent an
couldn't get work. so did it.
i Yesterday we busted up the part
nership, Judge. made up my mind tc
walk back 70 Dakota an tell the boys
that I'd been played for . sucker.
They'd stake me to a pony an I'd be
happy again. When I came to leave
she wouldn't give me any other pants
nor my silverware. want to get them
an leave New York forever"
! The Judge told Court Officer Mckier
nan to bring Mrs. Brownell to court
and this morning she appeared before
the judge.
Now. why don't you give the man
his pants?" asked Judge Gutmann.
because I won't give them to him.
That's why" snapped Mrs Brownell.
"But you don't wear those trousers,
said the judge.
mo, but she'd like to-" said Brown
ell.
"You give him his pants aud save
yourself trouble" said the judge.
"AN right" said Mrs. Brownell.
"How about the spoons?" asked the
ex cowboy.
Mrs. Brownell insisted that her hus-
band had given them to her. and re
fused to return them.
Il can't make this court . collection
agency" said the Judge. "You take
that to some other court"
"How about my picture?" asked
Brownell.
You'll not get il" said his wife.
what do you want with his picture
| in the house il you don't want him?'
asked Judge Gutmann.
II don't know" replied his wife.
"He can have il IL he'll came after it. '
The cowboy left the courtroom hap
py. His wife left, too But she wasn't
happy. Albany Journal.
Her Ides-
Briggs-I was up in the country on
Sunday visiting my grandmother. and
about four o'clock in the afternoon