The weekly Union times. [volume] (Union C.H., South Carolina) 1871-1894, 1894-06-15

Oeser', ana 10 the passengers In the
Pullman ars-especially to those who
disliked cards, were too nervous to
read, or who didn't care to drink-the
Journey was growing very tiresome.
1t really seemed to the more imagina-
tive ones, that the refrain of the car
wheels was, ",Sagebrush and sand,
ssgebrush and sand"
The weary afternoon dragged slow
ly by, and the conductor of the din
1ng-car came through to announce
dinner---a diversion, at least.
"Ah h!"remarked one tourist, sudden
ly, in gratitied tone; there's a
typical scene for you, me boy"
Against the red background made by
she rays of the setting sun, short
distance from the track sat solitary
horseman. motionless, ono hand rest
ing on the pommel of his saddle, the
other in the act of pushing back from
his forehead his ide-brimmed white
hat. Then, just as the rear cars of the
train approached, he suddenly took
off the hat, waved it, iammed his spurs
into his wiry little bronco, and
started to race with the train, yelling
at the top of his lungs At the end
of a quarter mile or SO, he slowed up,
drew his revolver, and fired parting
salute into the air, accompanying the
volley with more wild howls.
The occupants of the Pullmans were
amused; they had not seen anything
80 interesting for long time. The
tourist who had first observed the
horeman sighed, and declared he en-
We'd the cowboy-he really did
Glow they must enjoy it, this wild,
free life of the plains, without worry
or a nothing to do but COM
munewith nature--when they feel rest
lass &c ho able to indulge in n wild,
reckless gallop suitable to the mood
--and--and--er all that, don't you
know"
But it did not strike Teddy Mac
Lehman, cowboy, that at-er-way at all,
don't you know? He was just think
ing how oppressively tiresome that
wild, free life of his was getting to be
with
Nothing to do but work,
Nothing to eat but food"
Nowhere to go but out.
Nowhere to como but in"
And, for the rest, nothing to do but
muse ones self like bowling maniac.
as he had just been doing for the de-
lectation Of the 'tenderfeet.
Hits sho' tiresome," he reflected,
rs he continued beside the track, Civ
ing the 'bronc' a "breather"-'thi
sho' is, an I'm good n tired, I am;
but what t do? Seems like weall gifts
shif'less, hit docs; ies' pluSgin along
an workin' hard an playin' hard like
wise (ontell the stuff gives out, an no
airthly reason fr bein' alive
"Great sacrificed Wash n't'n !" he
calculated suddenly, jerking up his
horse, '1'll swaller snake, | will -
heard the story from Jerry Mad
den, Teddy's present partner in the
cattle business, couple of years ago,
as we sat i'll the shade of the ranch
house one afternoon.
"Why, Teddy don't drink, an like.
wise swears quite few" he asked, in
response to query Of mine. "That !
Sho', he hain't tux nothin' f'r most
twelve r thirteen year, count o his
kid. .Married?' Oh, no, none what
ever. They hain't no gal gifts Teddy,
not much. 'Why?' Give it up. Mebbe
you en- tell me?
Ted was ridin' along one day-'tis
thirteen year ago-ridin' clost by tn
railroad track one evenin', feelin' kind
o sore an disgusted like, when, all Of
a suddent, he sees somethin' funny
trottin' along tn track Ted stops N
wipes lis eyes an gazes hull lot more,
cause what he seen want nothin' like
what he finds round this yere patch
o bresh none whatever. Moreover
more, Ted d ben tankin' up quite
plenty that day, he had, an was dead
leary O what might be tn matter of
is peeps. But e rubs 'em quite a lot
more, an l hope ] may straddle tn
ghost bron ef there want tn purti-
est little maverick We ever see-little
girl bout five year old, browsin' along
tn track, lookin' lost.
"Course led rides mp an asts who
she is an what she's doin' there, ell
alone, with 'cr purity face n hans
MI SIeSdub ClO tS, Dub Sho '''''i-
tell i'm. Jes' bu st out cryin' an KEEP
a erwin, an 'twa'n't i'r day r SO we
cd even guess at 'er bein' there,
cause she was tongue tied r some
thin an couldn't say but few words.
pore little thing Bat we gifts at it
tht 'er names Norah, we does, an
th't she draps of atrain ies b'fore she
sights Ted Cr him, herr.
That little heifer was a beaut'. sho
she was, an twa mt more'n two DAYS
fore we-all was ready t do most any.
thing fr hcr--me n Ted, n Of ladv
Parry On boss's wife), an MI tn rest ;
an, + | don't b'licvo we want real
glad, stead o sorry, when we ms on
they don't seem t. be no one lookin
fr such n maverick k cause we adver
tised, o course, t git 'er folks. But
we gifts no word, not bloomin shout
50 Ted jes brau's tn kid tr his'n, an