The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1895-04-20
SHE WAS A WOMAN.
For This Reason There Was No Occasion
for Surprise.

For This Reason There Was No Occasion
for Surprise.
The sun beat down that blistering
afternoon on the little adobe cabin
just beyond the arroyo, and on the far
side in the shade sat two sweltering
cow-punchers with pack OF cards be-
tween them. 1t was too hot for even
this mild exercise, but it served to keep
their minds off the weather, and they
played lazily along. At Inst one Of
them threw his cards down.
SPY gravy, Bill" he exclaimed, II
can't play any more"
Whats the matter?" inquired Bill.
''Too hot for you?"
"No; faint that, though the Lord
knows it's most hot enough for any
thing. It's that little girl down there
at old Slocum's."
Whats she got to do with the
game?" asked Bill in surprise.
Nothing much, guess, bat good
deal with me-"
"How?" and Bill picked up the pack
and began shutting the cards aim
lcssly
"Oh, don't know"
''Stucll on hero" inquired Bill with a
laugh, which struck his companion as
rather harsh.
mot exactly, guess"
"She's the purtiest thing in this val.
ley" said Bill admiringly.
II know it," admitted the other. IT
was down there last night and she was
sweeter than ever"
WELL impatiently, "whnt are you
going to do about it?'
"What would you adviser"
THAT depends upon what kind of
advice You want"
81 was thinking about marrying
her."
Bill gave a long whistle and stopped
shuffling the cards.
what, marry halfbreed, and you
having the kind of folks you have back
in the east?" he said seriously.
II don't see how / can get out Of
it honorably," he reluctantly con-
fessed
Nothing between you, is there?"
was the nervous inquiry.
''Oh, no; but you see I've been going
down there to see her for six months
now, and she has been kind of ex-
pecting me to come. / didn't think
much about it at first, but now,
blame me il ! don't think about her
pretty much all the time. The last
four or five times I've been to see her,
she showed me straight that she
thought lot of me, and last night she
told me everything, and said if left
her her heart would break and she
would drown herself in the river 1
can't stand that, you know, and be-
sides, I'd rather marry her myself than
have anybody else marry her."
'She'll git old man Slocum's property
when he goes over the divide" said
Bill, thoughtfully, "and that's worth a
pile"
Yes, but don't care for that. It's
the girl and my own honorable action
in the matter"
They talked until the sun had sunk
behind the mountain, and by that time
it was decided that Bill would go with
his friend Joe, and settle the business
with the girls father, old man Slocum.
Early the next morning they set out,
and before the sun had reached the hot
place in the heavens they were at
Slocum's.
Where's Meg?" asked Joe, after they
had passed the compliments of the
morning.
"Oh, she's skipped" answered Slo-
cum, with u laugh.
'Skipped?" gasped Joe.
"Yes; skipped some time in the night
with Pete Smiley, and she needn't "a
done it, for Pete was agreeable to me-"
and he laughed again.
Joe felt something rise in his throat
and drop back again like piece of
lead. Bill looked at him curiously.
Goals will be gals, said Bill, turning
to Slocum, but what we come down
here to see you about, Mr.. Slocum, is
CATTLE" and he carried it through no.
bly.-Dctroit Free Press.