The Greeley tribune., 1905-12-14

| being pressed forward on tile tiaii' 2"
huge pawn, ignorant of its own
strength, manipulated by handful OF
men and horses. Its believing, ike the
| tuning of thousand bass hddles,
shook the stiffness like the long, sullen
roar of the sea us out of the plain they
Numbered to feed the multitude.
We'll, there goes rs pretty IL bunch
of porterhouses us I'd want to put
tooth to. If get away from here with
in the next two months, as I'm eN'
Meeting. doubtless I'll meet some OF
you again with your personality some
what obscured by reason OF fried
onions
The foreman of the Circle Star waved
his hand after the slowly moving herd
that gradually pressed forward like an
army in loose marching order. out
riders galloped ahead, like dartlng In
sects, and pointing the numbering mass
that traiIcd its half mile length ut
snai's pace.
After supper came general relaXa-
ton around the campfire. The men,
who had all day been strung to keen
pitch of nervous energy, lounged In
loose. picturesque uncouthness. while
each began to unravel his own lively
miscellany of information or inven-
ton. There was Jest, laughter. spin
ming of yarns, singing of songs. AS
Peter lay in the freight smoking his
brierwood he noticed that the man
next him spent great deal of time
> ,Ir- f.,
the blaze, now at arms length, which
was hardly surprising, considering the
penmanship of the more common va
riety of billet-douX. The man was
plainly disappointed that Peter would
not notice or comment. Finally he
folded it up and with sentimental sig
nificance returned it to the left side
pocket of his flannel shirt and re-
marked to Peter, Its from her"
Indeed" said Peter, who had not
the faintest notion who her could
be. Let ME congratulate you"
Yes, SIR" and there was conviction
in the COW punchcr's tone; Its from old
man Kinson's girl. up to the Basin.
and the parsons goin' to give us the
life sentence soon. A man gets sick
O helling it all over creation" He
rolled n cigarette, lit 1t, took puff or
two, then turned to Peter. rs it that.
long in the tooth, logy in our move
mcnts? II l thought it was because
was getting on I'd stampede this here
range. 1t don't seem fair to Il girl to
allow that you're broke, tanned and
know the way to the corral when it's
Just that you're needin' to go to an
old mans home
"Now this Is really love-" said Peter
to himself, with interest. "rhis Is hu-
mility." A sympathetic liking for the
self dlstrustful lover surged hot and
! generous into Peters heart, and he
continued to himself, "Now that's what
| Judith would appreciate in nan-some
directness, some humility" Poor Ju-
dith! Poor burden bearer! Who was
to love her as she deserved to be loved,
even as old man Kinson's girl of the
Basin was loved? Yet suppose some
one did love her In such fashion and
she returned it? 1t was a picture Pc
ter had never conjured up before. Non
sense! He was accustomed to think of
Judith great deal, and that was not
the way to think Of her. Dear Ju-
dith!" said Peter, half unconsciously to
himself. and looked again at the fel-
low, who had gone back to his dingy
letter and continued to reread it in the
freight as If he hoped to extract some
further meaning from the now familiar
| words.
Presently from the opposite side of
the fire some one began to sing In q
rich baritone dirgellke thing that
caught the attention of first one, then
another, Of the men, making them stop
their EARNING and knife throwing to
listen. The tune in its homely power
to evoke the image Of the ceremonial
OF death, was more or less familiar to
most Of them. There was a conscious