Warren sheaf. [volume] (Warren, Marshall County, Minn.) 1880-current, 1894-11-22

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picturesque valleys of Colorado
There was shuffiing of heavy feet
within, the greasy cards were flung
aside, and three cowboys presented
themselves at the door.
i've got some orders fur Their gang
O. this roost," said Bob, fumbling in
his pocket for letter which he had
just received in the county post Office
over in Deer Track canyon.
any galoot O. this hyer ranch?" de-
manded Bill Barrett, long, lean and
hairy.
"Who do you reckon dar's?" re-
turned Bob, producing the letter in
question.
''Frum Their boss hisself!' exclaimed
Bill, catching a glimpse of the super
scription on the large envelope, as Bob
fourished it before his eyes. well,
sing out wot he has got ter say"
Eyes, cackle 'er out, Bob" COM
manded the others.
So admonished, Bob Strengthened up
his Aeshy person in his saddle, and,
assuming an oratorical tone, read
aloud to his companions:
Mr. ROBERT TURNER, r. RANCH, Colo
RADo.-Dear Bob: will be home on the 14th.
Meet me at the station. Come in the light
wagon, for my little girl is coming to the ranch
with me. Her aunt is dead and l have no other
home to take her to Clean out my room AMI
try to make it q little inviting to the poor
child Yours truly, ABNER RA1NEY.'
$50 Their boss aims ter bring his
leetle gal ter Their rancho" said Sam.
$50 it pears from that thar letter."
said Bill, replacing his revolver in his
belt
''Pore leetle 'un!" said Bob, in a
tender voice. thinking regretfully of a
small grave under pine tree, far
away, where the only sister he had
ever known lay at rest. Il feel plumb
sorry fur her, ter be cast way out
hyer in this lonesome gulch on big
cattle ranch, with a hull passed. O
yahoos as don't know nothin' bout
nothin', nur how ter practice Their
laws O. decent s'ciety."
Eyes. We're stavin' good s'ciety fur
a nice leetle gal like the boss's is, amt
we?" put in Sam.
II know we're poor shakes, fellers,"
silence. "But I'll tell yer wot, we've
Jest materially got ter organize our
selves inter a sort O. decent committee
ter keep that leetle 'un frum gittin'
lonesome out hyer. None of us ever
done anything very good fur nobody,
but low we kin do that much for
Rainey's leetle gal"
''That's wot we kim agreed Bill.
''Well jest materially up an dust an
ciciHge ourselves fur that pore leetle
'un. Throw up yer paws, fellers, an
sw'ar yell civilize!' and he whipped
out two revolvers, keeping his COM
rades we'll covered while each took an
oath to "civilize."
"We must sort O. drap cuss words an
use dictionary, like as if we was folks"
said Bob.
"Yes; an han'le them thar ole
kyerds less" suggested Sam.
''An' quit drinkin' so ALFRED much
'bitters' fur Their liver complaint"
laughed Charlie.
Then they shook hands all around as
a kind of ratification of their decision
to 'scivilize" for the sake of Rainey's
little 1notherless daughter, and set to
work forthwith to renovate the house
in honor of her coming. Saddles,
brides, tin cans, cards, and sundry
large bottles labeled ''Tonic'' or Bit
tiers, land litter of every description,
were hastily removed by Bob and Bill,
while the others went back to the cat
tie. Floors were swept, then carefully
scrubbed, while the windows expert
enced their first cleansing since the
ranch had been built
"A dirty roost like this would give
Their leetle 'un Their blues-ther reg'la
indigo sort-ther fust thing Bob had
said. ''It's Their duty O. this hyer COM
put that posserbility as fur out O the
question as we kim"
Bob himself supervised the arrange,
ments" which were made for the little
girls reception. ether boss said ter
make it sort O. invitin'," he remarked
to Bill. "Wa-al, I swami Thar's
nothin' ter invite aleetle gals admira-
tion hyer, that's sure"
It would have been an amusing sight
to an observer-those two big, rough
cowboys fourishing about the ranch,
intent on making things conform to
their idea of neatness. While Hairy
Bill placed pair of bright Navajo
blankets on the cot-bed, Bob tackled
ON the bare walls sundry pictures
clipped from illustrated newspapers
and magazines. Then he gathered
from the valley large bouquet OF
wild flowers, which he put into an