Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1905-09-23
SOLDERING OF THE PUP
How the Cattlemen Side
Tracked Their Vacation.
MOTHER NEVER KNEW
A MESQUITE PASTEL OF AN IN
TERRUPTED RIOT.
His Patrician Sisters We're Delighted
With Their New Acquaintance
and Harvard Made Good.
MOTHER NEVER KNEW

THE sure-enough kee-rect name OF this
boy was Egbert Stuyvesant Livingston
Something or-other. Anyhow, the fag-end
of his signature belonged to some New
York family that was hull heap toppy."
observed the sun-dried man from New Mex
leo. But all of us working the old
3-triangle-Z called him Harv or Harv Pup.
or just Pup. according to how much breath
we had to spare. On the day that he
strayed out to the 3-triangle-Z and struck
the boss-hImself a Harvard alumnus-for
work. and got 1t, the foreman conveyed
him over to the bunk house and introduced
him to us a lot neat.
You fellers,' says the foreman to US.
don't want t be none rude or rough with
this yere fragile piece O. work. pushing the
new hand to the front. because. from tn
way him an tn boss was a-talkn' t'gether.
1 understand he's been t Harvard, an they
tell me that them Harvard boys is sure
handled uncommon tender an pampered a
plenty
And from that minute on we only knew
the new hand as Harry, or Harv Pup.
The humor Of the foremans introduce
tory cracks consisted in the fact that the
new hand, although he hadn't been shaving
more than a few years. stood six foot four
in his mecca sins and had a pair Of shout
ders on him that forced him to nudge his
way through the bunk house door on the
oblique plan. I never saw new ranch
hand that looked better able to take care
of himself
There wasn't much to teach him except
roping. branding, throwing and the details
of the roundup. for he knew how to sit a
cayuse like a 9Th cavalryman.
"One evening. after the finish of round
up. when the Pup had been on the ranch
for about eight months. the boss strolled
over to the bunk house. where We were all
stretched out, smoking. and dished out
money telling that might well
streak to Barstow for a week, II we thought
We could behave. The old man always sort
o grinned when he got that in about our
behaving. for he'd slept in bunk house
himself for quite some years before he &C
Quired title to the 3-triangle-Z
Devastating Barstow.
ut was thirty-mile jog to Barstow and
we saddled UP before sunrise the next
morning sos to get there by noon and dodge
the afternoon heat. In less than two hours
after we got there Harv Pup was trying to
jump his cayuse over the Golden Gem honk-
atonk. which was about fourteen feet high
and fully as wide. That. of course. was
too much OF jump for any kind OF horse.
and the best that the cayuse could do was
to try, landing with all four hoofs against
the weatherboards, and then scientifically
dropping back his feet again, with the
Pup hanging around his neck and whoop-
ing like a Moqui snake dancer at an adder
eating fiesta.
Then the Pup. who for a sure thing had
his horse educated up hull lot. would get
behind the cayuse and hold up his watch
the watch had the. Pups initials studded in
cayuse kick at 1t with his heels and see
how near he could come to converting 1t
into junk gold and chip gems.
We'll. these cayuse stunts palled on the
Pup long before dusk, and SO he rode
down to Lew Patterns red-eye wickieup
to play with Lewis bear. Lew had pet
cinnamon bear that stood about seven
foot when he rared up on his hind paws.
and the Pup liked to box and rassle with
this bear. They rassled and boxed for
the drinks. and after every fall or round
the. Pup and the cinnamon 'ud stroll up
to the bar, arms linked and have one
the Pup taking a straight hooter of the
mesquite fluid and the bear a water
bucket full of beer. 1t cost 50 to fill the
bears bucket full of beer every time they
glided up to the counter, but Harv and
the bear were always great pals on these
trips. and the Pup didn't know anything
about the meaning Of money, never hav-
ing stacked up against the need of 1t.
IN such calm and soothing employ
ments the Pup spent all the rest of the
day and all Of the night. so that when
daylight peeked over the edge of the
world the next morning the Pup sure was
quite a few corned up. Nearly all the rest
OF the outfit had grabbed out three or
four hours slumber after whiting off
our change at the faro and stud poker
layouts, that when the sun got around
that morning all Of the 8-Triangle-Zs
were in shape for another day of riot
except the Pup.
along toward sun-up the Pup had
started to pull down the Barstow drug
store board by board. But the slowness
of the work wearied him, and SO he had
pulled himself up to the roof of the drug
store and had stretched himself out on
the roof for q nap. We saw him there
when we turned out for a couple of stay
ers and breakfast. Tim Mallon. the as
sistant foreman of the htout, climbed up
to the roof and stretched a psncho over
the Pup sos to keep the sun out of his
face.
The Rush Message.
"A couple of hours after breakfast.
when all of us except the still slumbering
Pup were beginning to get busy with the
hooters again, the station telegraph oper-
ator strolled into Lew Patterns, where
we were anchored against the bar.
" Say, I've got wire for the Pup the
operator said to Tim Mallon. the assist
ant foreman.
THE Pup. replied Tim, is all in an
asleep on yonder mansard,' pointing to
the drug store oyer the way. An l
reckon he amt due t be Jared awake
none yet. Anythin that can't wait in this
yere message"
" It's middlin' important. 1 guess said
the telegrapher, with a grin, and he
handed the telegram over to Tim, who
slowly and with great care.
" 'Ombreys.' said Tim,. after he had alb
sorbed the contents of the telegram, clear
ing his throat and looking serious, 1T sure
looks t like this yere present DRINKS
got t be laid aside an postponed a few,
and he passed the telegram around for all
of Us to read.
THE telegram addressed to the Pup was
dated from the overland No train west
bound, and due to stop at Barstow at 3
o'clock that afternoon. 1t read this way:
" Shall arrive at Barstow with Agnes and
Mildred. on way to Los Angeles, at 3 o'clock
this afternoon. Meet train and accompany
us part of way. MOTHER
THE telegram had been directed to the
Pup at the ranch. but the operator, know
ing that the Pup was along with the g.
Triangle-Z outfit in BarstoW, of course |
didn't hike the pony boy out there with 1t.
"a 1t appearin', said Tim Mallon, after |
each of US had read the telegram. that this |
yere Pups nav, an, like not, his two |
same bein' tn young ladies men |
toned in this message-are due L slope |
long this-a-way in somethin less'n six |
hours from now, I'm advisin that this yere |
present drunk be switched. >side-tracked, |
an temporarily passed up ontn these yere |
lady relatives o. tn Pups gifts In an out o. |
Barstow ag'in, an. furthermore I'm recon- /
mendin' that all hands immejitly git sure |