Pine Bluff daily graphic., 1895-06-30

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 AT THE HEAD OF THE COWBOY TROOP. eat and to wear. I wanted to do more than that, and this was the only way I dould see of accomplishing anything else"
 There may have been truth in what she said, but it certainly was not the whole truth A part thereof is that she was deeply in love with the leader of the banda six-foot specimen of cowboy skill and daring. It was prob ably a case in which love said ''come, and the woman obeyed. He did not get off as easily as did she, for the jury found him guilty. But while he was waiting to be taken to the pen itentiary he escaped from the county jail, as everyone believed, by her con- trivanee and help, and was found con- cealed in her room. He was retalxen and is now serving his time in the territorial penitentiary. Her evident connection with his escape was winled at, because of the favorable impression she had made and the general belief that she had given up horse stealing for good and intended to earn an hon. est living. Her eldest children were adopted into good families and the other two were placed in an orphan asylum. A small sum of money was collected to tide her over immediate difficulties, and a chance was given her to try her hand at housework. She has done so i'll a good many households of f opinion among those households that Mrs. .Scotts talents do not lie in the domain of cooking and house cleaning. She is too likely to forget the weekly washing while absorbed in the attempt to paint her mistress portrait and to let the dinner burn while she embroid- CTS a sofa cushion for the parlor
 For, in Mrs. Scott's education, as sometimes happened twenty years ago, the accomplishments were not as much neglected as were some other things, and her return to responsibility and opportunity has revived the desire not to get rusty.
 She has always refused to give any information about her origin or her family, but it was recently learned that she is the daughter of Unitarian cler- gyman in Ohio, and that her husband was a travelling horse dealer with whom she fell violently in love, and that when her parents tried to prevent their mar riage she eloped with him and they went to Texas. And to this day, not withstanding her many trials and vicis- situdes, her wild life and wilder asso- ciates, Mrs. Scott still keeps the dainty figure, attractive face, gentle manners and refined speech that must have been the pride and pleasure of her girlhood's home.
 Did you really enjoy that wild life?" the mistress of a household in which she worked asked her one day.
 'Yes, 1 did, she replied with some hesitation. That is, I did, after the very first of it. At first I felt queer in mems clothes and it seemed as if every body who saw me must know at once that l was a woman, and 1 was so afraid of exciting suspicion and getting the boys into trouble. But 1 soon began to feel perfectly at home in them, and us soon as l felt confidence in nay ability to pass as man I began to like it. It was so free, and there was always enough excitement and risk to keep your wits alive and your nerves on edge. Of course it is wrong, theoretically, to steal horses. I knew that as well as anyone; but we only took from those who didn't need them as badly as we did and mostly from those who we knew had been dishonest to somebody else; and didn't consider it nearly so bad as hundreds of things that lawyers and business men do right straight along and nobody ever says word about. Besides, l could make more money for my children than I could in any other way 1 had ever tried, and I had become so dis outraged with the other ways that when I found one by which I could make comfortable living for them I was so relieved that I really didn't care whether it was right or not.
 ''I liked the boys, too They were good fellows, every one of them, and as brave as they could be, and it is an out rage that they have been put in the penitentiary. They are better men to- day than hall the other Americans h the territory. They took my advice about everything we did, and they all thought I had good judgment about things, and we all liked one another and got on so well together. Yes, must say that really enjoyed the life very much. It was the happiest four years that I ever spent.
 From which confession it will appear that Mrs. Helen Scott is as hopeless complication of age-end degeneracy, new womanhood, female criminality and the eternal feminine as even Dr, Max Nordau or Prof. Lombroso himself need wish to investigate.