The Canton times. (Canton, Miss.) 1893-1906, 1895-04-19

.sWell, / did ruffie them up some
But, as say, that's all right. III tel
You the straight yarn--thcn you car
turn it into the right kind of lies and
have them sworn to. See?"
$50 on, said I.
1, well, to begin with, got me a
tract of meadow land up Wild creek,
back of Branchville, Idaho--do you
know the place? No? Well, stocked
the ranch out of what I'd saved with a
shorthorn bull by Climax, together
with thirty-nine head of scrub cattle
and band of ponies. Since then,
whenever I've happened upon MAYER
icks-unbranded cattle, you know
I've adopted the poor orphans, clapped
on my little Q-that's my brand-and
turned 'em into the pasture. There's
been some satisfaction in annexing old
Silas Hewson's calves, but even then 1t
amt over and above square dealing,
besides which it's slow work building
up wealth out of strays So, / suppose
one hundred head all told would make
up the sum of what / had last fall,
though since then I've been laying by
ing for the Square Triangle outfit
down Boise way, which money I've put
into improvements on my Wild Creek
ranch"
You seem to have been on the
malse?'
Yes" Jack heaved great sigh, "but
it came deuced tough. Why, I've sworn
off poker, quit getting drunk, even
tried to worry along without cussing."
But why all this virtue?'
"Why, don't you see, you loon-you
pilgrim? I'm in Lowell"
.Oh''
at was all for Kitty's sake"
who's Kitty?"
"She's my girl. Say, do you know
old man Hewson = down to Idaho
Flats?''
what, the capitalist who foated the
Grubstake mine?"
1.-THE same. A right smart silver |
is the Grubstake. Why, 1 |
guess the old man must be worth his !
cool FIVE million dollars now. Anyway, |
he's got six head of young FLIES that
there amt the like of west of the Bit
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
all raised on the ranch, all
attended the same school at Wild
Creek"
SCHOOL, howled; "do you mean
the mans daughter?"
well, rather! You see man needs
OTIS of wealth to pretend to any of
shese girls, for Silas is like them Old
Testament chiefs who d see lords and
lukes shifting around the lodge and
ct the dogs at 'em because they amt
sings. She's too good anyway for a
common scrub cowboy like me. Oh,
nan, but you should see her sit a buck
ng horse! She's like the west wind
iding cloud, with the bright hair fly
ng around her head and her eyes like
tars. The broncho tears up the
round, but she. laughs as she drives
lome the spur, and there's no fear in
Ter. I've fought two men for fooling
round her already-one with rifles on
horseback; he's in the hospital; the
ther shooting at sight with guns, but
hunted him out of the country"
Jack Brancepeth always was hand ,
ONE, but now. as he laughed in tri-
mph, / felt that Miss Kitty had no
iced to rue her choice, for this gallant,
nipple, boyish lover had the face of
ialahad.
Eyes, that's why I've been trying to
eep straight Why, I'd be a NANCY
ermit if couldn't make myself good !
nough for her. But, as she said, the 7
Id man would never let me have her I
Mess I'd lots of wealth. l tried hard
$50 l.