The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1902-04-04
The Trouble &
or, the Toro1ito.
BY FRANCIS IYNpE.
Gopyright 1853. BY Francis LyndeJ
CHAPTER II.-CoNr1NuEp.

CHAPTER II.-CoNT1NUED.
<4Rack yondcr in the Tennessee
hills, wher' I come f'om," he said,
Sther' was wunst Teller f'om the
north at lowed he was a-goin' to
build him hotel on the mounting
and run railroad up to it. Nobody
never said a blame word ag'inst it,
as ever hearn, but somehow
mother, he got sorter tired and WON
out after awhile and quit; and Their
amt no. hotel mr. no railroad on that
cher mounting yit."
We both filled in the inferential
blanks in the parable, and when Kill
gore had disappeared in the direction
of the corral, I 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 good-natured-
Ely. eff you were half as vindictive
as you talk, you'd be holy terror.
But I'm not going to fight. AT first,
q thought I should-with the Win
.chesters, if it came to that
but they've been figuring around so
long that I've had chance to think
lit Overland to change my mind"
have pathetically acute memory
for details, and it occurred to me
just then that he had spoken of the
schoo1-mistress as peacemaker.
ssHas Miss Sanborn forbidden it?"
asked, with malice aforethought.
He was singularly embarrassed, for
less his fidus Achates since our col
-Iege days in the stuffy dormitory.
"You are taking good deal more
for granted-about Miss Sanborn-
than the facts warrant" he protest
ed. cot course, she is interested on
She side of peace, in a general way;
vhut-"
s'But you would have me believe
Chat she has no personal interest in
che matter. haven't the pleasure of
her acquaintance, but if that be the
case, I'll venture to say that she is
mot very discerning young woman"
Now when you would sweat out the
secrets, sentimental or otherwise, of
any son of Adam, there is no SUI
Jorific like a little abuse well rubbed
IN. Macpherson's reply told me what
q wanted to know, and more.
'sSay; you mustn't talk that way
about her, old man. I can't listen to
1t, you know. She is all that's good
and pure and sweet; and I'm-that is
to say, L"
1t would have been needlessly
cruel to let him go on stumbling
about in the limited vocabulary of
the lover at bay. So said:
"Don't stultify yourself, my dear
boy; bring her to me that may
bless you both before go hence and
DE no more"
"Confound it all! you will go on
taking too much for granted" he
broke in, missing the predetermined
pathos in the last phrase. Cant
you understand? She is Miss San
born to me yet, and I'm Mr.. Mac
pherson' to her. That's the plair
truth of it,"
GAIL in good time, Angus, my boy
can understand that there are mile
stones, even in Lovers Lane. Anc
L can also understand that if Miss
sanborn is on the side of submission
can't incite you to rebellion. Is
that the fact?"
eff you will put it that way.
shan't fight, at any rate"
There the matter came to the
ground of its own weight, and I tool
up the ficld-glass to train it upon an
other miniature whirlwind of dust
homing across the valley.
t'That's Dan Connolly" said Mac
pherson, when the dust-cloud parted
In Tho. midst.
GLOW can you tell, at this dis
tance?"
"By the way he rides. He was 6
trooper in her majesty's Heavy
Dragons before he migrated and be
came cow-puncher, and he jockeys
I'm his stirrups to this good day. Hell
Io!-what's that?"
1t sounded like the fall of plank
upon plank, but l was enough of a
sportsman to recognize the crack Of
a heavy rifle. Thereupon ensued q
quick-moving and stirring tableau
The horse of the approaching range.
rider made demi-volt in air, com.
eng down broadsde in its tracks. ]
looked to see the ex-trooper flung
1leadlong, but the glass showed him
TO me fiat on the ground behind the
living breastwo1k withers of the
bronco. A thousand yards away, at
Che black cash in the Gringo. small