Evening bulletin. [volume] (Honolulu [Oahu, Hawaii]) 1895-1912, 1904-06-23

at o'clock. You build bread and feed
a dozen hungry, irreverent hyenas that
call themselves cowboys, and do Jig
or two to amuse 'em. Wen just touch
, the fringes of the life. you know"
"Oh, yes. know" Alden crowded
his eyeglasses down on his thin nose
and looked at the big hulk beside him
in the cab. Jack, you won't let EN-
make me dance-with my crooked legs.
I wasn't trained to II, old man. Can't
do something more in my line?"
Cant tell. Joe'll fix you up with
some job. You rest for a week or two
till you get used to the air bit, and
begin to cat beans. Then you can't
help doing something useful"
With every mile westward Alden's
spirits rose. Whitwell was fine
chap. he thought; and six years of
breathless hustling, of straining every
nerve and fibre. of success bought
with reckless spending of brain and
energy, with never days vacation,
put a man In the humor to enjoy the
| big fellows breezy company. His eyes
danced at his first sight of a prairie
dog village in western Kansas.
|
Quite unlike centaur in action. Al.
| den rode with Peter James Morrison.
Familiarity known as "Pejay," to the
hill pasture. Joe Whitwell had found
the blond young man harder to dispose
Of than he had anticipated from his
optimistic brothers description. AL.
den would not ride the respectable,
ambling old gray that had been known
to carry woman and three children
from La Junta to Sugar Creek. He
selected "Schoolmarm," a trim sorrel
broncho that had more unexpected
traits of character than a mine promo
ter. Similarly with work and the men.
Instead of preferring the ranch house
piazza and the occasional society Of
the owner, Alden putting bows on his
glasses, rode forth trustingly with Pc
, jay. Jack Whitwell after two weeks
of Colorado. pledged his brother to a
, close watchfulness over Alden, and re.
/, turned to New York.
(, Pejay was divertlng companion.
He liked to talk, and Alden listened
with growing astonishment at the widu
range of his knowledge and magma
ton. The cowboy was like a skilful
fortune teller. drawing his scant store
Of facts from the men he talked with,
planting them anew, trimming them,
and bringing them to blossom as his
own.
| On the day that Pejay and Alden
rode twenty miles up to the mountain
pasture, the discussion ran upon reli.
gion. The trained and cultured Unita.
rian battled for his liberality against a
persistent, II theoretical and ignorant
dogmatist. Said Pejay when the mat
ter was reached:
They wouldn't be no use in putin
1t down in the Bible about the Lord
stockin' the waters under the earth.
same as He done them on top, the
same as He done on dry land and other
kinds o. game, the same as He done
up in the air, without 1t was comm
true"
| wen, 'htiV hbh III
moth Cave" confessed Alden.
"Yes; and all them that goes down
under the earth so as to get at the
waters underneath thereof is goin' to
find some kind OF fish," Pejay spoke
positively, and, It seemed to Alden,
quite reverently.
DO you mean that the rivers that
appear and disappear in the deserts
carry their fish down with them when
they sink into the sands, and then
bring them up aagin?" Alden asked
this banteringly.
81 amt a-sayin' that's true or It
amt true" replied Pejay; "all ] am
a-sayin' on that matter is that them
that goes down to the waters, above
the earth or underneath 1t, finds some
sucker" Pejay's words were EN-
phatic. They touched their horses TO
a lope and theology was forgotten. AL.
den rode energetically, at least. so
that Pejay took secret delight in
watching him.
you want to look at Schoolmarm' S
back when we get to the ranch" OBJ
served Pejay. YOU'D be tough on a
bronze with one girth." Alden didn't
know that Joe Whitwell had double
padded his saddle blankets that morn
: ing to save the horse from the punish.
ment that the tenderfoot's peculiar
style of riding threatened. But he
took the remark as an involuntary trl'
butte to his daring horsemanship, and
Pejay resorted to his homemade phil
osophy.
Here was the real West, the West of
THE Virginian". Alden pictured Old
Man Beasley--his scant hair, droop-
ing moustache, serious face, rolling
gait. He had Pejay for model. He
asked for confirmation.
Sure, that was him." assented the
COW puncher. Rode for Seth Lover
ing south. o. San Antoine till he come
up the trail In so to the Platte and
heard the music Of the Countess 20