Arizona republican., 1903-10-09

had curls down her cheeks and mole on the left side of her nose.
 Do you call yourself a man?" she asked eagerly of the Wyoman.
 He was at the time wading around in those fringed things which made him look as though he had tight skirt. and his hair was long. He re- piled that he did.
 You'll do,' was her reply, and after that the course of true love ran with it's traditional inexactitude. Perhaps it might have been all right were it not for the fact that Miss Snooks found some of the actions of the refined and amiable cow-puncher difficult to recon cile with Vermont Jurisprudence.
 The first time that he said he was going horse stealing she felt distinct shock. It was largely because she did not understand the western system of ethics. and at times it seemed as though conceptions of duty she pos sessed to an abnormal degree would be the rift in the lute which would mar all the harmony of their lives.
 I cannot say that I believe in doingl evil that good may come. I do not. But this l can say, that to call an act evil the first whirl out of the dice re-
 
 the question. and the Wyomian was too proud to beg as long as he could steal. Many an act is right or wrong just as man is able to get away with it. and the Wyomian got away with the horses and branded them.
 The Wyomian was in the habit of taking the steer by the horns. for he had driven off other peoples cattle long enough to know the trick of las sooing. and when Polly Snooks called attention to horse stealing from it's ethical side he was well aware that if he were to touch upon the subject at all with this New England girl he could not put her off with humdrum formu- las, not. at least, if he expected to ir revocably smother and annihliate her crude ideals. So. fearlessly and frank ly, he said: II need the money She bowed her head. and when she spoke again her voice was gentle. Forgive me-" she said, II misjudged you"
 These and other circumstances caus- ed the young woman to decree against her old home in Bennington. although it must be said there were times when she longed for the quiet of Vermont The absence of her fiance on lynching bees provoked her at times for. wo- man-like. she feared that he might find other ties if his own predilection for horses became too widely known. When her pupils at Bear Creek inti- mated lynching, with the Wyomian as the central figure, she often became anxious. and pleaded with him to con form to eastern ideas of meum and tuum and to abandon his private graVeyards.
 These practices, however. were noth- ing to be compared with a strong dis like which he manifested toward the works of Robert Browning. She took her Browning to him as an idol and read poems to him. There was a way in which the news was brought to Aix. for instance. The Wyomian as liter ary critic was direct in his methods of analysis. He thought a man whose horse must not play out should be watching the ground instead of leaning over and craning his neck trying to see what color the rims Of the animal $ eye sockets were.
 Albert and Christopher! Oh. su- gar!" cried the Wyomian And you call that poetry? This is something like:
 If you go to monkey with my looloo girl.
 I'll tell you what I'll do
 I'll cyarve your heart out with a razor and,
 1 I'll shoot you with my pistol. too" | None of Poly's sweet girl friends had ever challenged MT. Browning. They 1 had been accustomed to group around her With joyous awe deepened in the ratio with their lack of understanding | Ea la.
 from the holster at her side, and. toss | ing the once treasured volume high in the air, shot it full of holes.
 Completely and irrevocably did Polly Snooks respond to her new environ l ments under the final test On their way to the house of the minister who was to marry them they were over- taken by one Trampas a rude. rough man, who was an oldtime enemy of the Wyomian. although he had thus 1 far escaped killing.
 'Recken I'll have to shoot up that gentleman when We get to town, shouted the Wyomian after Trampas had passed.
 Never" exclaimed Polly. No gen. tleman would commit murder on hi. way to his wedding. In Vermont sucl
 
 ed, Tn sure. Beside you will get hur one of these days. Have you any par ticular objection to leaving a widow declare I never felt so provoked anc out of patience with you in my life"
 I'm not going to let him shoot me, he replied firmly.
 That's all very well for you to talk suppose that he turned around ant saw you aiming at him pr
 Her hands clung to his No! no! mol" she cried. Why. il
 Vermont they hang people for jus such things. l know they do-I've req about it in the newspapers" She had grown very white and he
 lips were firmly set. He looked ou } upon the mountains and saw nothin but shadow. The blue of the srea hills was turning to purple. Suddenl , his hand closed with a firmer grip an
 a moment later he was gone. Whe . he returned to the hotel an hour late t calmly reloading his revolver he foun Polly sitting by the window knittin
 silken mitt and gazing at times al Sently into the street