The Logan Republican. [volume] (Logan, Utah) 1902-1924, 1905-12-16


always shears at. Jim an two herd
ers and a couple Of dawgs-least this
Is the way I heard it's drlvin' em
easy, cause, ms I said before, it's just
before lnmbing 1t does now seem
awful cruel to me TO shear Just before
lambing, but that's their way out here.
We'll, nothing happens, and Jim amt
more'n two hours from the pens an
he comes TO that place on the road
that branches out over the top Of
canyon. an there some one springs out
of n clump of willows an dashes into
the herd and drives the wether that's
leading right over the cliff. The lead
ers begin to follow that wether, an
they go right over the cliff, like the
pore fools they are. The herder fired
and tried to drive 'em back. they tell
me, an he an the dawg were shot at
from the clump Of willows by some
one else who was there. Three hun
dred sheep had gone over the cliff
before Jim knew what was happening.
He rode like mad right through the
herd TO try and head EN- of, but you
know what sheep is llke-they're like
lost souls headin' for damnation. Moth
ing can stop 'em when they're once
started, and Jim lost every head.
Started for the shearing pens rich
man--rich for Jim-an' seen every
thing he had swept away before his
eyes, his wife an children made pau
pers.
my son come up and found him.
He said that Jim was sittin huddled
up in heap, his knees drawed up un-
der his chin, starln' straight UP into
the MONDAY sky, same as II he was
askin' God how he could be SO cruel.
His dead dawg, that they had shot,
was by the side OF him. The herder
that was with Jim had taken the one
that was shot Into Watson's, so when
my son found Jim he was alone, sittin'
on the edge Of the cliff with his dead
dawg, an the sky about was black
with buzzards, an Jim he Just sat an
stared up at 'em, an when my son
spoke to him he never answered any
more than dead man. He shuck him
by the arm, but Jim just sat there,
watchin' the sun, the buZZards an the
dead sheep
WAS nothing done TO this man Simp-
SOM"
"The cattle outfit that he done the
dirty work for swore an alibi for him.
Jim has been in hard luck ever since.
He's been rustlin cattle right along
But, Lord, who can blame him? lie
got into some trouble down to Raw
lins-shot man he thought was with
Simpson, but who wasn't-and he's
been in Jail ever since. Course. now
that he's out, Simpsons bound to get
peppered. Glad 1t didn't happen here
though. 'Twould be a kind OF I'M
pleasant thing 10 have connected with
IL eatin' house. Don't you think sor
she inquired, with the grim philosophy
Of the country.
The eating house patrons had gone
their several ways, and the quiet OF
the dining room was oppressive by con
trast with its late boisterousness. Mrs.
Clark, her hands imprisoned in bread
dough, begged Mary to look over the
screen door and see II anything was
happening. I'm always suspicious
when it's quiet. | know they're In
deviltry of some sort
Mary tiptoed to the door and peeped
over but the room was deserted save
for Simpson huddled In a corner bit
Ing his finger nails. THE nasty thing"
exploded Mrs. Clark when she had re-
ceived the bulletin. I'D turn him out
4 . a, no 10,
bring my place in gettin' killed In front
of it,
II dare say I'd better go and see
after my trunk; it's still on the station
platform" Mary wondered what her
prlm auuts would think of her for
sitting In Mrs. Clark's kitchen, but II
had seemed 50 much more OF refuge
than the sordld streets OF the hldeous
little town, with its droves of men and
never a glimpse of woman, that she
had only been too glad 10 avail her
self of the invitation of the proprietress
to make herself at home till the stage
left"
well, good luck to you" said Mrs.
Clark, wlping her hand only partially
INV u W
| Miss Carmichael. She had not in
quired where the girl was going nor
even limited to discover where she
came from, hut she gave her the god
speed that the west knows how to
give, and the girl felt better for IT,
At the station, where Mary shortly
presented herself In the interest OF that
old man OF the sea Of all travellers, hug.
gage, she learned that the stage did
not leave town for some three quarters
Of an hour yet. The time at her dis
posal before the stage would embark
on that unknown sea of prairles she
spent in the delectable pastime OF shop
ping. The financial and social interests
OF the town seemed TO converge In
Hugous & Co.'S TRADING store" where
Miss Carmichael invested IN an extra
package of needles for the mere ex-
| element OF being one of the shoppers.
| though her Aunt Adelaide had stocked
the little plaid silk workbag TO reple-
ton with every variety OF needle
known 10 woman, She prlcked up her
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