Cameron County press. [volume] (Emporium, Cameron County, Pa.) 1866-1922, 1901-12-19
The Trouble q
on the Toro1ito.
BY FRANCIS LYNDE.
Copyright 1888, by Francis Lynde)
CHAPTER II.-CoNTINUED.

"Back yondcr in the Tennessee
hills, wher' l come f'om," he said,
"ther' was wunst a feller f'om the
north at lowed he was a-goin' to
build him a hotel on the mounting
and run a railroaS up to it. Nobody
never said blame word ag'inst it.,
as / ever hearn, but somehow
mother, he got sorter tired and WON
out after awhile and quit; and ther'
amt no hotel n'r no railroad on that
ther' mounting yit."
We both filled in the inferential
blanks in the parable. and when Kill
gore had disappeared in the direction
of the corral, | said, jestingly:
There's an idea for you. If legal
means, fail, you can mobilize your
cowboy army and drive them out by
main strength and awkwardness."
Macpherson laughed goodnatured-
Iy. IF you were half as yindictive
as you talk, you'd be holy terror.
But I'm not going to fight. At first,
/ thought / should-with the Win
chesters, if it came to that
but they've been figuring around so
long that I've had a chance to think
1t overland to change my mind
/ have pathetically acute memory
for details. and it occurred to me
5ust then that he had spoken of the
School-mistress as a peacemaker.
"IIas Miss Sanborn forbidden it?''
I asked, with malice aforethought.
He was singularly embarrassed, for
q man who had made me more or
less his fidus Achates since our col
1ege days in the stuffy dormtory.
"You are taking good deal more
for granted-about Miss Sanborn-
than the facts warrant" he protest
ed. "Of course, She is interested on
the side of peace, in general way;
but"
"But you would have me believe
chat she has 10 personal interest i9
the matter. I haven't the pleasure of
her acquaintance, but if that be the
case, III venture to say that she is
mot a very discerning young woman y
Now when you would sweat out the
secrets, sentimental or otherwise, of
any son of Adam there is no su.
dorific like little abuse well rubbed
in. Macpherson's reply told me what
I wanted to know, and more.
"Say; you mustn't talk that way
about her, old man. | can't listen tc
it, you know. She is all that's good
and pure and sweet; and pm-that is
to say, I"
1t would have been needlessly
cruel to let him go on stumbling
about in the limited voca bulary Of
the lover at bay. So / said:
Don't stultify yourself, my dear
boy; bring her to me that l may
bless you both before I go hence ant
be no more"
"Confound it all! you will go OF
taking too much for granted" ht
broke in, missing the predetermined
pathos in the last phrase. Can
you understand? She is Miss San
born to me yet, and I'm Mr.. Mac
pherson' to her. That's the plaiI
truth of it."
"All in good time, Angus, my boy
can understand that there are mile
stones, even in Lovers Lane. AnC
i can also understand that if Mis-
SanbOrn is on the side of submission
] can't incite you to rebellion. i
that the fact?"
eff you will put it that way.
shan't fight, at any rate"
There the matter came to th
ground of it's own weight, and I tool
up the field-glass to train it upon an
other miniature whirlwind of dus
homing across the valley.
CHATS Dan Connolly" said Mac
pherson, when the dust-cloud partet
in the midst.
GLOW can you tell, at this dis
tance?"
"By the way he rides. He was
trooper in her majesty's Heav
Dragons before he migrated and be
came cow-puncher, and he jockey
in his stirrups to this good day. Hel
lo!-what's that?"
1t sounded like the fall of planl
upon plank, but / was enough of
sportsman to recognize the crack o
q heavy rife. Thereupon ensued
quick-moving and stirring tableau
The horse of the approaching range
rider made a demi-volt in air, com
ing down broadside in its tracks.
looked to see the ex-trooper fun
headlong, but the glass showed hir
to me fiat on the ground behind tn
living breastwork withers of tn
bronco. A thousand yards away, a
che black cash in the Gringo, a smal