The Press., 1895-09-05

Gn0f0 W1Gh S6f1Oub tlbC0, sDuG MAA0040 bV repress asmile that twinkled in his great blue child's eyes at my astOnishment A big rent across one shoulder of his shirt showed strip of sunburned flesh beneath and sent one sleeve dangling over his hand. His baggy trousers-nos that is not the word, they were ''pants'' were held ill place by a halter strap buckled tightly about his waist, and his feet were concealed in shoes so much too large for him that his toes were not Vis- ible in the mouths gaping at their front ends. And on one foot clankeds and jingled the pride and glory of his attire "a huge spur, three inches long, silver plated and brightly polished, and so heavy that that foot dragged as he walk ed.
 He repeated his question, and the su- perintendent' s wife leaned forward, with 8 laughing aside to me:
 "You tenderfootl l Haven't you learn ed our brand yet?" And to the boy "Yes, this is Apache Teju. Do you want to see any one?''
 "Boss home yet from De,ning?"
 "Mr. Williams3 I expect him this evening""
 The boy threw himself down full length upon the grass and pressed his face against the cool, green blades.
 "Weu," he exclaimed, 'it's pretty fine here, ain't it? That green down there is just out of sight. I heard there was blue grass and alfalfa here, but who'd have thought it would look so nicer"
 "Do you want to see MT. Wiliams?"
 ''I guess it ain't necessary, and he sat up again, pressing ahandful of grass upon each glowing cheek.
 handed him the candy box, and he helped himself daintily with the tongs, saying, "Thank you, ma'am, "fwith a sidelong glance which letrme know that his heart was won to my service from that moment. He put 8 piece in his mouth, and his face beamed with pleas urG
 '>This just strikes my gaitl Tain't much like Deming candy, is it? I saw the boss last night in Deming," he add ed, turning to Mrs Williams. ''You're his wife, ain't you? thought so, soon as saw you. He was kidding me;about coming out here to be 8 cowboy, and l told him all right, if he wasn't running a blaze, I'd go him on that. was to have rode out with him in his buggy, but was up pretty late last night with the boys, doing the town, and when | got up, this morning he was gone I wasn't going to have him think I'd backed out of the bargain, so says to the conductor, I got a job out at Apache -cowboy-gimme 8 ride to WhiteWa- ter.' And he says, All right, jump on. You're welcome to ride on myrtrain whenever you want it So ITwa1ked over from Whitewater, and I'm ready to go to work tonight if the boss says so. He won't find me no tenderfoot,, you hear me. "
 The naive nbravado of the child 8 Jpeech was irresistible. It won, my heart as completely as I had won his, and stratghtway emptied my candy box into his hands. "Ohr" he breathed, looking at the heap of 5dainties with in fantile delight. And then he fell upon them with avidity and did not speak another word until the last one had dis appeared down, his throat.
 So that was how, the Kid came to live at Apache Teju. He said his name was Guy Silvestrs, Raymond. But whether a mothers lips had really bestowed that name upon him, or he had appropriated it to himself cut of some blood and thun- der romance, whose hero he had decided to imitate,, name and all, is one of the things that nobody but the Kid will ever know. But it didn t matter much anyway; for he had always been called Kid, and that name followed him to the ranch, much to his disgust. For he had decided, so he told me onedayj that the ladies of the household would call him Guy, and that among the men his name should be ':Brenchol Bob. ' z He was. waif of the railroad. All his life had been spent along it's line, blacking boots, selling nuts, candy, pa. pers, on the trains or around the. .depots of the frontier cities and towns And he had taken care of himself ever since he could remember He had reached Dem. ing few days before in a worse but less picturesque state of dilapidatiou than that in which he presented himself at Apache Teju. After deciding that he would leave the railroad and become g cowboy .hea had scraped together # in heaven knows what devious ways and by what lucky chances, the apparel o1 state in which he set forth on his new life.
 The next morning there was trouble in the corral Kid had been directed to mount an old and gentle pony whose meek and humble appearance did not al all agree with his ideas of the sort oi steed Broncho Bob should bestride. There was in the corral black horse called Dynamite, a mettlesome young thing whose one speciality was bucking. And of this it never failed to give a continu. ous performance from the time rider mounted its back until he was dislodged. Kid was determined to ride Dynamite. Texas Bill and Red Jack were trying tC persuade him out of his notion by tell ing him how dangerous the horse was and how it once landed MT. Williams, the best rider on the whole ranch, on top of the house.
 OuPpOSO uO UAuO UtuSOOE0N I410. AAAAs ''He won't land me on top of the house nor on top of ground, neither. tel you, ain't afraid to fork any hersegthai ever buckedl lean ride anything that wears hairI Youphear me shout2 1.Any thing that wears hair l'' .-.--s
 "See here, youngster," said Texai Bill in his longest and most indifferent drawl, ''I've been ridin horses more years than you've been born, an I've tanned more pitchin horsest than you eve1 saw any other kind, an ain t a little bit afraid of ipitchin horse. I'm $ whole, big, blazin lot afraidl''
 "What if you are?' reterted Kid. ''l don't have to be coward cause you n oneI''
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