The Black Hills union and western stock review. [volume] (Rapid City, S.D.) 1904-19??, 1904-10-28

Copyright, 1904. by W. R. Hearst)
Whitney loved Miss Robbins. So did
Jackson. Whitney was determined, and
SO was Jackson. Whitney won prize
at golf and was convinced that his
victory over Miss Robbins was COM
plete. but the next day Jackson won
prize. Also as to which was her
favorite no one could determine. Upon
both she smiled: to both she held out
her hand with equal candor. Jenkins.
common friend and a shrewd OBJ
! server, said that a luck word, a look,
a gesture on the part of either one
might settle it at any moment.
One afternoon on the golf links at the
Scottish village in which they were
staying, Whitney and jackson refused
| to speak to each other.
II would rather be her caddy than a
millionaire" said Whitney, SO that she
! might overhear him.
Than a king" spoke up jackson,
! looking far away.
How handsome she was in her short
! skirt, and as graceful as the new
| fledged bird that hops upon the first
grass of spring. Surely she was enough
to turn the head of any man, to make
him stake his all upon the chance of
winning her love. Jackson had avoWed
/ his devotion and she had listened pa
I tiently and smiled swecty as she de-
clared that as yet she did not know
her own mind, and as her heart was
! companion to her mind. she could not !
| answer. She had listened and smiled
and said the same thing ii Whitney.
The sun was down and the specta-
| tors and players were leaving the links,
! Miss Robbins ball was lost, and out
in the dusk the two rivals We're hunt
ing for it..
Nov. don't substitute another ball
and swear that you have found it,
| said Jackson
All l see you really credit me with a
deception that is at this moment pass
through your own mind" Whitney de-
| clared.
IF she We're not here, 1 would call
! you a scoundrel.''
"Oh, out with it! Don't let her stand
in your way
IF / weren't afraid that her tender
nature would prompt her to take pity
on you, would scalp you with a fold
| stick"
"Ah, when you show her a drop of
| my blood, will exhibit to her a pint
Of yours"
Come gentlemen. don't quarrel"
jenkins exclaimed, in voice more than
loud enough.
Jenkins cried Whitney attend to
your own affairs. One would think
that you were peace commission APP
| pointed by all the powers on EARTH"
And when you want to Shout" Jack
| son spoke up, reserve your strength
for an occasion when am not present"
"Ah," said Jenkins, 80 you have both
resolved upon insulting me. your friend.
| You have mistaken my gentleness for
timidity. But l want to tell you that
am as revengeful-"
AS a lamb" suggested jackson.
Cor a rampageous worm,' put in
Whitney.
"All right, you'll pay for this?" And
then walking back to Miss Robbins he
offered her his arm and took her
away. The next morning the two
note:
"Gentlemen-You have msunder-
stood my nature If you suppose l am
only dove, in my veins flows the blood
of the old vikings who loved danger
and blood. I have often declared that
the man to whom l give my hand must
fight for me. Hitherto there has been
no occasion, but now there is pressing
opportunity. You must fight each
other. The battle ground shall be on
the little grassy spot to the left of the
golf links. where the two oaks bend
over and intertwine their horny figures.
There you shall meet tomorrow night
at 10 o'clock, and with no words, for
they might lead to reconciliation
fight with golf sticks till one of YOU
is vanquished. Then let the victor re,
pair to the little church near by, which
4 will be lighted up, where shall gladly
receive him.
a When Whitney read down and
grasped the name of the writer, a
4 thrill shot through him. Indeed he was
4 shot with a thrill several times before
he reached the end. Golf stick" he
muttered. why, I'd rather a man
would come at me with a scythe. And
Z in his arm that scoundrel Jackson's
q got the strength of a mule l don't
want to fight, but / adore her and
something must be done. But why
should not wit fight my battle for me
Why can't hire some tramp and let
him go there in the dark and hammer
that scoundrels head into Jelly? l
WILL
The night came and it was almost
Il pitch dark. On knoll not far from
the two oaks stood Whitney and his
tramp. Now you understand it thor
oughly. I believe said Whitney.
7 think I've got it all right, sir"
Il II don't want you to kill him, you
understandable l do want you to
make him sore.''
Very well, sir
We'll. go along, and when the
n things over, come up here and I'll
8 give you a fye-pound note vi
The tramp disappeared, and soon
there arose the sharp noise of the fray
1t was to be stubborn combat. Whin-
ney heard foot fall on the grass and
turned around. Who are your he in-
n CURED.
4 What, that you, Whitney 81
jackson. as 1 am alive! Yes. it is
Jackson laughed 4 thought yor
!, were down in the hollow fighting my
+. man" REL
And I thought you were fighting
mine
1 wei. we've tricked each other
i I'm too civilized to fight
$50 am !. Listen, they'll crack each
"a others skulls 80 ssaa5s sss5ssig
Let .em crack. Here comes some
one with d lantern-and see, the little
church is lighted. Now, how are we
v going to settle %"
orr
The combat had ceased, and the,
heard the fighters approaching, and
a they arrived just as the man halted