St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1895-08-18
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| door. 1t was gathering oak, put IL
was Light enough TO shoot by:
leace. Not one word was said in
comment or interference. They We're
grave and serious, but passive. 1t
is not good form to interfere with
The pretty girl was still singing, and
the strains fell softly on the ears of
the cowboys. Every one, whether on
locker. or principal, felt inspired with
blood to be soon set flowing: Meth
ing was said of distance. They sep
arated to about forty PAGES and turned
to face each other. Each wore his
letting it rest low down on the right
hip Each threw down his big hat
and stood at apparent ease, with his
thumbs caught in the pistol belt.
Shall you give the word or me?"
You give it," said Watkins. It'll
, be a funny passage in American his
| tory if You get your artillery to the
front any sooner than l do, then"
BE you ready?' asked Jack.
Shore
''Then-gon'
Bang! bang! bang! bangr' went
both pistols together, and with rap
idity not to be counted Moore got
wound to the fiesh-and Watkins fell
with bullet in his side. Rawlins, the
range boss, came running out. He I'M
derstood all at a look. Hastily exam
hurt was nothing serious. The others
/ carried Watkins into the house.
i Take my pony. saddled at the fence,
: Jack" said Rawlins, "and pull your
Which l shorely hopes he does"
, l amt got no use for none of these
yere he-shorthorns around the HIT.
ID Is,or,I v1,<yr
he stopped riding. in the morning it
was no marvel that hte poor pony
hung his head dejectedly, while his
tanks steamed and quivered. He was
corn, and cooled his nervous muzzle,
as he took his morning drink in the
Rio Pecos, a stream far to the west of
the 1T:
Some shooting scrape about their
saddles, miss; that's ALL" So reported
. Rawlins to the pretty girl.
/ isn't it horrible!'' shuddered the
! pretty girl in reply.
! The next morning the pretty girl and
her gnarled and twisted aunt paid the
! injured Watkins a visit. This sight so
affected the other three cowboys that
they at once saddled and rode away to
the northwest to work some cattle
! over on the Ocate Mesa. They intend
ed to be gone three months. They
looked black and forbidding as they
galloped away.
IT'S pity Jack Moore amt no bet
ter pistol shot" said one, as the pict-
ure of the pretty girl visiting the
wounded Watkins arose in his mind.
That's whatever" assented the 9TH
ers.
for the stricken Watkins. 1t occurred
! to her, too, that his profile was clear
and handsome. He was certainly very
pale, and this stirred the depths of
her feminine nature. She and her
aunt came to see the invalid every day.
Once the pretty girl said she would
bring him a book to read and while
away the hours, which seemed shod
II can't read" said Watkins, in a
learned. should like to read. too:
but there's no one to teach me- and
the rascal expressed deep sigh.
Watkins lied. 1t was he who was
that this lie was the only real good
work he ever did in his life.
So the pretty girl came every day
and gave Watkins a reading lesson,
while the gnarled aunt read book
and watched them through the open
| door.
by the way" said Watkins one day,
where's Moore?"
"Why?" asked the range boss, to
"" You '' tell him.. @ said Wv Watkins. his
eyes beginning to gather rage. chat
when 1 get cut I'll be looking for him
! with something besides a field glass"
"Oh, no. said the, pretty girl rising
and coming toward his couch. Her
tone showed great disturbance and
fear at the thought.
AS he gazod at her the lock changed
in his eyes. Hate for Moore gave
place to something else.
NO he said al last. Tell him it's
all right RaWlinS'
The pretty girl thought him very
noble.
Watkins was out in five weeks and
could go about the ranch. One night
Rawlins thought he heard a pony in
the yard and arose to remedy the mat
ter. AS he stepped out a couple passed
him in the moonlight. 1t was Watkins
and the pretty girl. The caitiff's arm
was around her.