The citizen. (Frederick City, Md.) 1895-1923, 1901-03-29
Lille CITIZEN, FREDERICK MD, FRIDAY MORNING. MARCH


Moore. - iiie s"iu
" You give it." said Watkins "TtU ba
lulihy passage in American history if
you get your artillery to the front any
sooner than do then"
ie you ready" asked Jack.
"Shore."
"Then gor'
Bang. bang. bang! bang. went both
plS,oiS together and with a rapidity not
10 De counted. Moore got a crease in his
lelt shoulder, a mere wound to the flesh
ana Watkins fell. with bullet in his side
haWllhS, the range boss. came running
out lie understood all at a look. Hasti-
~ examining Moore, he discovered that
MS hurt was nothing serious. The others
carried Watkins into the house.
Take my pony, saddled at the fence.
Sack, said Rawlins. ian pull YOUR
freight. This we're mans goin to die
men | shorely hopes he does" said
JACK bitterly. IN go, though. l amt
got no use for none of these we're he
Shorthorns around the HIT"
30 he took Rawlins' pony. and when
he stopped riding in the morning it was
no marvel that the poor pony hung his
head dejectedly, while his TANKS steamed
and quivered. He was almost 100 miles
from his last corn and cooled his nervous
n 4, as he took his morning drink in
the ITO Iecos, stream far to the west
OF the 1T. w 70
Some shootin scrape about their sad
dies, miss; that's ALL" So reported R,u,-
Inns to the pretty girl.
Isn't it horriblew shuddered tha nrot.
ty girl in reply.
The next morning the pretty Girl and
her gnarled and twisted aunt paid the in.
Jured Watkins visit. This sight so NJ.
Iected the other three COWBOYS that thev.
at once saddled and rode awcy to the
northwest to work some cattle on the
Ocate mesa. They intended to be gone
three months. They looked black and
ror6lddlng as they galloped away.
It's pity Jack Moore amt no better
pistol shot" said one as the picture Of
the pretty girl visiting the wounded Wat
kins arose in his mind.
That's whatever" assented the othars
The pretty girl was full Of svmpatbv
for the stricken Watkins. 1t occurred to
her, too, that his profile was clear and
handsome. lie was certainly very pale.
ana TINS stirred the depths of her femi-
nine nature. She and her aunt came to
see the invalid every day Once the
pretty girl said she would bring him \
book to read and while away the hours
which seemed shod with lead.
81 cant read" said Watkins in tona
CHI .
should like to read, too, but there's no
one to teach me. SO that settles that"
and the rascal expressed deep sigh.
Watkins lied. 1t was he who was the
Princeton man. lie said afterward that
this lie was the only real good work he
ever did in his life.
80 the pretty girl came every day and
gave Watkins a reading lesson, while the
gnarled aunt read n book and watched
them through the open door.
by the way" said Watkins one day,
"whcres Moore? 2"
why" asked the range boss, to
whom the question was put
''You tell him." said Watkins. his eyes
beginning to gather rage, that when |
get out I'll be lookin for him with some
thin besides fieldglass"
"Oh, no"' said the pretty girl, rising
and coming toward his couch. Her tone
showed disturbance and fear at the
thought.
AS he gazed at her the look changed in
his eyes. Hate for Moore gave place to
something else.
NO. he said at last. Tell him it's
all right, Rawlins"
The pretty girl thought him very noble.
Watkins was out in five weeks and
could go about the ranch. One night
Rawins thought he heard a pony in the
yard and arose TO remedy the matter.
AS he stepped out a couple passed him in
the moonlight. 1t was Watkins and the
pretty girl. The caitiff's arm was round
her.-Kansas City Times.