Crawford avalanche. (Grayling, Mich.) 1879-19??, 1897-06-24

payne with some swell gents up the
town.
'sThe boy grew rapidly worse, and
was laid on bed in q state of help
less collapse. Cover and ourselves
occupied one shanty, with Nightjar in
q shed at the rear.
"You can imagine our CONSERVATION
as we three looked at each other and
realized the situation. Old Cover
broke down, and shed pitiable tears
of rage and despair. At my feeble
suggestion of fetching doctor, Carrie
few to the door and bolted it. Does
any one know she painted, that Mar
tin Thomas is poisoned-is nobbledY
Martin Thomas, in the throes of
violent retching. assured 'missus he
never said nothing to nobody bout
feeling sick
Then be hanged to fetching a
doctor! This stupid boy won't die.
Serve him right if he doesl Just like
you careless men letting him out of
your sightl Now, I'll just show you
what woman can do-you, Charlie
Cover, you snivelling old fool, scrape
some SCOT out of that chimney-ca catch
hold of these scissors, Jim, and cut off
my hair, leaving it only an inch long
over all.
When L hesitated to shear off the
beautiful black hair, she quickly or
dered me do what L was told, or she
would do it herself Cover, after
gathering the SCOT, was instructed to
heat two iron skewers. One by one
her lovely dark tresses yielded to the
scissors, and the fall of each to the
floor was a stab to my very heart. A
few turns of the hot skewers in her
Clever fingers twisted the short ends
of hair into scrubby little curls.
''Now, you men, strip Martin
Thomas of all his clothes, put the
things in that corner and clear out
while / undress.'
"She plastered her bonny face and
neck and arms with a decoction of
SCOT and grease. With infinite cour-
age she even got into Martin Thomas's
shirt. The cap and jacket, boots and
breaches fitted to a nicely, and when
she strutted about with them all on,
slapping her boot with her whip, the
wonderful impersonation of the Afri-
can jockey made us gasp with aston
ishment.
"I've ridden horses cross-legged
many time, she said. Il can scale
the weight, and am going to give the
boys run for their money, that's what
am going to do
=" 'Talk him, Missy Layman, talk
de horse all de time, was Martin
Thomas's faint adiuration, as we
locked him in to take his chance of re-
covery until our return.
"'You keep out of sight, don't let
him see you, Missed Carrie as we APP
preached the stable,
"He whinnied welcome as she
opened the door, bride in hand, and
as he lowered his corky head to
shuttle at her. she slipped it on him,
all the while chattering in splendid
imitation of the boys cultural tones.
He appeared slightly perplexed and in
clined to resent advances, but in a sec
ond his hood and muzzle were on, and
she led him out, snorting suspiciously,
and stamping his wicked feet.
Cover soon adjusted the saddle.
Throw me up, Jim, and don't
stand staring like BOBBY
my dear life, said, don't risk
your pretty self for winning stake.
What do L care if our money is lost?
And, for heavens sake, if you will
have your own way. keep those spurs
off him
"Well, to our surprise, Nightjar
perambulated the paddock quietly
enough. She sat him saucily while
he was walking, showing her white
teeth, slanging the other jockeys, and
grinning for all the world like Martin
Thomas. Nightiar's splendid appear
ance made him many friends, and he
even touched 10 to /.
"In the preliminary canter the
trouble began. Cover slipped the
hood and muzzle at the paddock gate,
and away went Nightiar in front of the
grand stand, bounding and bucking,
and kicking flashes. The missus's
Workmanship was not promising.
There was grand panorama of the
open country between the saddle and
the rider, and her arms were mostly
round Nightjar's neck. Never was
there such a humiliating spectacle.
of laughter and biting sarcasm
filed the air.
&c Call that drunken Kaffir
jockey
GO Get inside, SNOWFALL, you'll be
safer.
Let go of his neck, you'll choke
him. and so on and so on.
:" 'Herel Any price Nightiar-who
wants to back Nightiar?' yelled the
delighted bookmakers.
I'm this storm of ridicule, / tasted
the bitterness of every heartrending
emotion. Suddenly, however, Night
jar took it into his head to cease hos
tilities, and canter away to join his
horses at the post, his jockey riding
very loose, and still the butt of the
merry multitude.
1--WE had good view of the start.
They went away at the first time of
asking, all but one, Nightiar, who re-
manned on his hind legs, the missus
hanging on to him with outstretched
arms, as if she were climbing thick
tree.
"More ridicule, more laceration of
my tortured feelings.
"A bookmaker from Melbourne
yelled out, a hundred to ! against
Niphtiarl'