The daily morning journal and courier. [volume] (New Haven, Conn.) 1894-1907, 1897-10-28
UNDER GOVERNMENT PROTEC-
TION. I
The Sorrel Mare Was Carrying a Mail
Bag So They Couldn't Be Stopped

The Sorrel Mare Was Carrying Mail
Bag So They Couldn't Be Stopped.
Somehow this contention of the street
car employees and others who peleVe.
that a United States mail bag does not
confer high powers upon bobtall
horse car or any other uncommon KIND
of vehicle serves to revive memories OF.
the elopement of Luke Marshall and
the Myers girl.
There never was such an elopement
in the history of the Teton country. 1t
was the most deliberate tranquil and
leisurely running away with which rec
ord had before or since dealt. The
elopement was two days in it's progress
from one given point to another, and
the given points, which were Myers
ranch, up in Maryville, and Rexburg,
down on the mesa, were scarcely more
than eighty miles apart. And old man
Myers hung around in the rear and in
front and at the flank all that time,
trying to stop the enterprise, but being
utterly baffled by a hearty observance
and regard for law
Myers used to talk about rights and
justice and law and all that kind of
thing a gread deal, and had made
speeches at many mountain meeting
against violence and illegal acts and SO
on.
Blame it," he argued. eff you peo-
pie go on lynchin' rustlers instid O.
sendin' 'em down to Evanston for trial
you'll never git no postoffice ner any
other favor O. the Government, but'll
stay right on, a passed. O. ignorant ex-
lies" And he argued so well that law
less justice actually ceased, and even
esf1 10 fol 1a1i
established by an approving Govern
ment, and in recognition of Myers SER
vices he was doomed for Postmaster
and Deputy Marshal, both of which
offices were given to him. After that
he was more legal than ever.
Luke Marshall carried the mail from
Rexburg, riding the pass on his sorrel
mare, and it was quite natural that he
should fall in love with the girl at the
postoffice. Now Myers, for all his earn
est talk about lawlessness, had already
famed two men and shot the ear off
another because at various times they
had tried to prove to him that he
ought to let the girl marry. Luke Mar
shall was no such fool as these. One
day when he was ready to leave for
Rexburg he called to the Postmaster's
daughter to fetch her Jacket and come
on. The girl camel out, and Luke lifted
her up to comfortable seat upon the
mail bag behind him.
Here? What's them?" cried old
Myers Marshal and Postmaster.
'Oh, we're going over the range to
get married. said Luke, casually
"We're eloping."
Old Myers drew up his Winchester.
"Jule! Git down off'n there!' he cried
1T want fair aim to git that Teller
square through the eye.'
This was where Marshall's nerve
came out strong. Get out of the way,
you anarchist" he cried. Don't you
see you're delaying the United States
mail! A man of your age! A man
holdin' two public offices! Delayin' the
COMMENT Of the United States as is
represented in this sorrel mare an this
bag Stand aside or I'll have you as
Deputy Marshal arrest yerself as a pri-
vate citizen, an call yerself as Post
master to witness the breakin' of the
law"
Old Myers slowly let his gun down.
"You mean-you''-he mumbled