The Coconino weekly sun., 1895-04-18

he's got six head of young Allies that there ain't the like of west of the Bit l ter Root mountains, calkers, and away up at that"
 "Blooded?" II should smile. Out of the very best Virginian. There's Kitty, Saph, Matred, Nehushta, Zebudah and Mehitabel, all raised on the ranch, all attended the same school at Wild Creek" . "School!' I howled; "do you mean the mans daughter?" Well, rather! You see man needs lots of wealth to pretend to any of these girls, for Silas is like them Old Testament chiefs who d see lords and dukes suiffing around the lodge and let the dogs at lem because they ain't kings. She's too good anyway for common scrub cowboy like me. Oh, man, but you should see her sit buck ing horse! She's like the west wind riding cloud, with the bright hair fiy- ing around her head and her eyes like stars. The broncho tears up the ground, but she laughs as she drives home the spur, and there's no fear in her. I've fought two men for fooling around her already-one with rifles on horse back; he's in the hospital; the other shooting at sight with guns, but hunted him out of the country"
 Jack Brancepeth always was hand some, but now, as he laughed in tri- umph, I felt that Miss Kitty had no tr>, nb ., h ;s simple, boyish lover had the face of a Galahad.
 Yes, that's why I've been trying to keep straight. Why, I'd be a mangy hermit if couldn't make myself good enough for her. But, as she said, the old man would never let me have her unless I'd lots of wealth. tried hard enough, but then we'd been engaged more or less for two whole years with out making my pile"
 But" said l, this doesn't seem to have much bearing on the present trouble?"
 Ut hasn't, eh? We'll, you reach your hand into the left pocket of my belt and you'll find her letters. There, that's right; now read the one on top"
 So found myself glancing over the first of batch of letters in a fine round schoolgirl hand like astring full of knots.
 | DEAR JACK: If you want me don't be a fool. Here's pa favoring Daddy Longlegs, who wants me awful bad. He's given Daddy Longlegs a | straight tip how to make his fortune. Pa told him that they've just found tremendous lot of silver in the Grubstake mine; but the prin- | cipal owners are lying low and saying bad things about the mine until they can rope In all the stock. whatever that means. Anyway, they've broken down the pumps on purpose to let the works get flooded. so as to hide what they've found. Daddy Longlegs has sense enough to speculate in Grubstakes you haven't. KITTY"
 "Yes," continued Jack, "Kitty's pret- ty straight goods, and when she means a thing she says it. If Daddy Long, legs had one thousand dollars, I was worth two thousand dollars; at least, that's what realized in hard cash by selling my ranch to tenderfoot. So I rode down here to Bitter Root City, went to Kitty's uncle, Hi Hewson, the stock broker, planked down my roll of bills and said: Buy Grubstakes.' l Ou nun ouS hb IO puS ouSA ib II V, says Hewson; you should cover
 "'What's that" said l.
 "'It means said he, that you plank down your money, I run the show; if the stock goes up, I sell out when you think that you're pretty well fixed for life; if the stock goes down two thou sand dollars worth, you lose all you've got.
 "'I'll gamble said I, with all can hold down by sitting straddle.'
 Well, you should have seen the brokers guying Hi Hewson in the min- ing exchange, and afterward l heard them talking among themselves in the Coffee palace.
 What said one smart Aleck, you think Hi Hewsons working for Silas, eh? You must think Silas F. Hewson's gone loco! The old man con fessed only last week to friend of mine that the mines played out. Why, the works are chuck ablock with wa ter, and no tunneling facilities to drain it; the pumps have broken down and of the real pay ore there isn't dollar in sight
 "'A level head has old man Silas, says another; as to Hi Hewson, he's roped in sucker who thinks he can gamble-some fool of cowboy, he says
 "'There was another sucker last week, says smart Aleck; Daddy Long legs, they call him-planked down one thousand dollars on a falling market he! he! We'll, he's busted now--covel all run out
 At that they all drank toast Long live the suckers;' but-well, laughed.
 Now read the second letter." said Jack. l read:
 You're daisy. Daddy Longlegs ha! come back dead broke, and his language i just disgraceful. Hold on, keep tight hold Jack, for pa says he'll soon be letting the ca out of the bag. so if the stock goes down an! more you must keep good heart and hold on
 KITTY"
 "That's all right" said Jack, but by the time got the letter on Monday morning my cover was running out too Saws Hi. Its all your own fault