St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1895-08-18
Boston Post.

The Mexican cook has just begun
his favorite task, so half-hour must
elapse before these Arabs are fed.
Their ponies are turned into the
wire pasture, their big Colorado sad
dies repose astride the low pale
fence which surrounds the house,
and it is evident that their riding is
over for the day.
Why are they gloomy? Not boy
ton, too. They have been partners
and -companeros, and worked the
HIT cattle together for months, and
nothing ever came in misunderstand-
ing or cloud. The ranch house is
their home, and theirs has been the
unity of brothers.
A week ago a pretty girl, the daugh-
ter of one of the owners, came to
the ranch from the East. She was
protected in this venture by an old
and gnarled aunt, watchful as a fer
ret, sour as a lime. Not that the
pretty girl needs Watching; she is
indeed III every move propriety's CHI
max No soft or dulcet reason woos
her to the West; she comes on no
love errand. She is elegantly and
profoundly tired of the East, that is
all; and longs for Western air and
Western sights. She has been at
the 1T ranch for a week, and the
boys have met her, every one. The
meeting or meetings were marked
by awlkWardneSS as TO the boys, utter
Indifference as to the pretty girl.
She met them as she met the ponies,
cows. horned toads and other ami
mails, domestic and indigenous to
Eastern New Mexico. While every
cowboy was blushingly conscious of
her, she was purely and serenely
guiltless of giving him a thought.
Before this pretty girl came the
boys were friends, and the calm
tenor of their relations with each
other had never a ripple. She was
not there a day before each drew
himself insensibly from the others,
and g vague hostility shone dimly in
their eyes 1t was the instinct of the
fighting male animal aroused by the
presence of the pretty girl. She, how
ever, proceeded on her daily way,
sweetly unconscious of the senti-
ments she awakened.
Men are mere animals; women are,
too, for that matter, but they are
very different animals from men.
The effort the race makes to be other,
&c 70 lie
1t always failed; it always will fail.
CiVilization-cultu the verieSt
veneer and famously thin. A year on
the plains cracks this veneer - this
shetland leaves the animal eX-
posed. This is by the expanding
these attributes of the physical being
fed and pampered by plains eX-
istence.
The dark, vague, impalpable diff
ferences which cut off each Of these
creatures from his fellows and in
spired him with an unreasoning and
immeasurab bic hate had grown with
the brief week of their existence. A
PHILOSOPHER would look for trouble
soon on the HIT.
what did you take my saddle for
yesterday, Bill?" said Jack Moore
to a boy by the name of Bill Watkins.
"'Cause l allows I'll ride it Some,'
said Watkins. Thought it might
like to carry high-grade cow
puncher once"
well, don't take it no more" said
Moore, moodily, ignoring the gay
insolence in the reply. "Leastwise
don't come a-takin of it an sayin
nothin' You can palaver Ameri-
cano, can't you? When you aims tc
ride my saddle agin, ask for it; il
you can't talk, make signs, shake
bush, but don't go to Injunin' off NJ
saddle of mine no more"
whatever do you allow is liable tt
happen if / takes it agin tomorroy?'
inquired Bill in high scorn.
Bill was of a more vicious temper
than Moore.
you takes it agin, an [ mingle:
with you whole lot, mighty
prompt" replied Moore in a tone o.
obstinate injury.
These boys were brothers in af
lection before that pretty girl came
and either would have gone afoo
all day to lend his saddle to the 9th
err Going afoot, TOO, is the last thing
let me assure you, a cowboy will do
"Well, don't you fail to mingl'
none,' said Bill with cheerful feroc
ity, ION account of its being me.
crosses the trail of shorthorn like
you over on the Panhandle sAct an
puts him in the fire an has plenty
of fun with him"
stop the play now, right here
said Tom Rawlins, the HT range less
who was sitting close at hand. "Yor
all spring trouble round yere an II
be in it. Whatever's the matter witt
all you people anyway? You're like g
passel of sore head dogs for more'r
week now. You're shorely too many
for me to sabe, an L cl'ar gives you
up"
The boys started some grumbling
reply, but the cook called them tC
supper just then, and, one animalism
becoming overshadowed by another
they forgot their rancor and vague
animosities in thoughts of supplying
their hunger. Toward the last of the
repast Rawlins arose, and going to
another room began overlooking some
entries in the ranch books
The pretty girl did not eat at the
ranch table. She had little banquets
in her own room. Just then she was
in her room and began singing in a
low tone some tender little love SONG
that seemed born of a sigh and a
tear. The boys at supper heard her
and their resentment of each others
existence began again to fame il
their breasts and burn deeply in theil
eyes. None of these savages was il
the least degree in love with the pretty
girl, either. They might have becom,
SO, all or any of them.
The singing went on in a cooling
soft way that did not bring you tn,
words-only the music.
What L says about my saddl,
awhile back, L MEANS" said Moore