Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1906-01-27

enough idiot for getting outlawed. Next
evening l came to the house where my
cousins lived. and crept in the dusk to
scratch at their back door.
I found Miss Blossom Jameson all in q
| hustle as usual which looked mighty nat
ural. She was i'm the backyard feeding sup
per to her horse and that poor victim lean
ed up against the fence to groan. There
were cornstalks in it, cabbag e-leaves. let
tuce-leayes, tea-leaves and some relics of
ham and eggs.
Now jest you sail right in, Mr.. Hawss.
and don't act wasteful or you'll go with
outr'
Mr. Horse took snuff at the mess, then
backed away disgusted
We'll. if that don't beat all! Now, you
Hawss. you don't want to eat the flower
beds, or you'll get murderedr'
Mr.. Horse turned his back and sulked
"Therel That's what l call a mean spirit,
and I'm goin' to lock you up you and your
supper, till one of the two gets eaten-I
don't care which, So the lady chased Mr..
Horse into the barn. and threw the pig
feed in after him. I'm larn you to know
what's good says she, and slammed the
door on his tail.
"Wellr'-she stood with her back to the
of met du wonder" says she, that you
dare to show yo' wicked facet
| allowed that my good face was getting a
bit mended since our last encounter.
Flows my kid?' says [.
Yo' savage, you mean. Now don't you
say you've brought pet tigers this time.
tame dragons, cause I'll have no more
strays at ALL
I've got a roam hawss here who's run a
hundred miles since daybreak.
Bring him in, then.
He says he's a vegetarian, and cayn't
eat ham and eggs"
Il don't care" says Miss Blossom. 1--WE
killed our pig today. and the Stops has just
got to be eaten. Waste is ruin"
My hawss says he'll teat the Stops.
ma am, if he can have a drink of whisky
along with supper"
Huh. so you want your vile debaucheries
in spite of all I've told you against drink
Well, l spose you'll have it,
She ran off to fetch the liquor, which
gave me time to bury her salad in the
manure heap. and get a decent feed of
cornstalks down from the loft. Then |
used the whisky to rub down my weary
horse, the same being medicine both for
man and beast. l had some myself while
Miss Blossom stood by, talking of wicked
waste and how Carly had been neglected.
Why, she's mo- like man than girl"
SpoSe ma'am," says ], that you'd
been working in a stable and got shot then
run into gaol, and pulled out through a
hole in the wall, and doctored by robber
and chased around the hills"
My habits are set," says Miss Blossom
so l cayn't suppose any such thing But
that wig of Curlys, that skirt, those-now
did yo' robber baron steal those things off
selveS?r
Then she grabbed my hands Thar"
says she. that's off my mind, $50 don't lock
worried The dear little soul she's the
bravest. sweetest thing-and the way she
bore all that pain! Why, you or any other
man would have set around cursing all day
and grooming all night, but Curly-why she
never even whimpered. Now 1 ask YOU is
CIa c1,o
caynt believe word, so it's no use your
talking"
WAS Miss Pansy very much scarf with
Cury's TALK"
though L say it. OF all the romantic nom
sense and sentimental-but thar, she writes
poetry, my dear, and that accounts for her
why, IL hadn locked her up in her room,
that woman would have sent off a poem all
ABOUT lady outlaws, to the New York Sun
DAY companion. 1 burned the stuff. and
she mad to go off in Mysteries Shucksi
one puts curly of to sleep every night
with her fool poems-and such trashI Now
.here she is, with her glue-glue harp sing
ing TO Curly. If she don't beat cats, You
listen" ~"
Away off in the house I could hear Miss
Pansy's thin little voice and glue-gIue harm,
thought it sounded fine
Inc nnder tries 10 hide it
Woman's heart-he has no right
'HS'S al ioNe INSIDE II.
But this is reminder "''
ildt she is quite prepared to nav
one-half, with thanks to finder
MISS MISS Biossom led me to the house. you
come right into the settin room" savs She
carpet" my He"
did my best about the spurs but IL
would take an Indian scout to find n ga fe
. iran across that parlor floor the same he
ing ciuttered up with little fool tables
These same tables were of different hraads
three-iegged, two-legged one-legged INN
pie-over, alto pieces, trip-you-up and
81 the,crockery SO it was a sure treat
TO watch Miss PenSy curVing around with
out Inc slightest accident Her paws were
folded in front, her tail came sWishinp he
nind her head came pecking along hen
fashion, and her smile was sweet enough 70
give me toothache -
oh" she dubbed. I'm so glad Won
didn't get lynched by those horrid men who
never wash themselves or think of serious
Things; and it's so nice to see you looking
so brown with that beautiful cherry silk
kerchief round yo' neck, and the wonderful
leatner legglngs, and that dreadful revolver,
You're making a fool of yo'self." saws
MISS Blossom, and the man wants feeding
Picturesque! Bosh! Shoor' She chased
MISS Pansy out of the room.
AS to Curly, she lay on the sofa kicking
high with joy. "Chalkeye" she howled,
you ole hoss-thief. keep yo' tearin' spurs
oii my new cydFpeI. on picturesque.
beautiful. leather-faced cock-eyed robber,
Ware tables, or they'll bite yo' laigsI Oh.
gimme yo' paw to shake and throw me a
cigarette. Look out-that chairs goin' 10
buck!"
/ sat on the edge of the chair and grab
bed her hand while she called me all sorts
of pet names Then it seems that Miss
Pansy broke loose from Miss Blossom, and
came surgfng back, for she heard the pet
names and shrieked-
'Ohi oh! Stop! What frightful languagei
oh, please, if you're a lady-remember! Oh
Misteh Davies, you mustn't let her smoker
Curly" says /, you're shot and you got
to be good in a small voice, Or
Good, says Curly; Pm wolf | come
from Bitter Creek. The higher up. the
worse the waters. and I'm from the source
and it's my night to how-w-l. Yow-ow-
ow?'
Well Miss Pansy shrieked, 81 call it
disgraceful, so therel''
81 don't care says Curly. ''I won't be
good in a small voice. and I'll call this dear
ole hoss-thef all the names / please Why
Chalkeye and me punched cows at Holy
CTossi Say, Chalkeye, d'you remember
VIXEN l stuck burrs in under yo' saddle, and
yoT got pitched to glory? Why that's the
very old hat shot full of holes, and oh. I
do enjoy to see you so much, you dear ole
villain!