Willmar tribune. [volume] (Willmar, Minn.) 1895-1931, 1906-04-04

moved up to the strangers sad0le-bags
and began smiling.
"Nothin' better,' drawled the
stranger, as he knowingly looked at
Hall and moved on across the stream.
Jenney followed the scent Of corn
and oats, and by the judicious use ct
a few handfuls was coerced on her
way as stolidly and jog'trottingly as
ever.
When they were fairly started Ha'S
thanked the stranger, who said,
hastily:
mot It all,'' and they went on a
few PAGES in silence; then the stranger
said, indifferently: "Been to LOwell?''
"Yaas."
ANY news?"
"Na-aw, nothin' particular, 'ceptin'
Ben Reubin's gangs been out ag'in,
and no hope o catchin' O. EN-"
What they been at this timer"
Got one O. their pards out O Low
ell Jail, I believe, an Helped 'emselfs
to horses"
"Gittin' kinder bad, air they?"
so they say" answered Hail. light
ly, "but they doan bother me; seems
how doan believe nobody'd have
Jenney."
"Naw," said the stranger, decided
ly, with peculiar infection, Il doan
think We need TO be a-scar'd. Jenney'd
be right dangerous animule fur the
gang"
Again they rode in silence. Hall
was not much of a talker, but soon
the stranger spoke with true noun
tain distinctness:
AN what may be yer name, fr'en?
an how fur be We goin' this road?"
If this question was unpleasantly
personal and pointed, the honest Hall
did not feel it, but answered, readily:
II keep the straight road after you
reach the Pikeville fork, and go on
about four mile. My names Hall
Jenkins, and l call my place Happy
Hollow; but Liza, my wife, lows
Sleepy Hollow d suit it best" and
halls pale blue eyes smiled into the
mustached mans brown ones, that
were filled now with strangely hos
tile CLEAN.
80! We be married-who'd ye
marry?"
Halls smile widened perceptibly.
miss Liza Hutch, up at Lowell-~we
been married now three months"
"Humph!" snorted the stranger,
whose white teeth now pressed deep
into his lips. There was 4 dangerous
CLEAN in his eyes now, and his hand
played nervously about his belt as he
glanced furtively at Hall. Certainly
there was nothing offensive in the
kind looking little man upon his
dumpy trotter. In fact, more humble
and friendly looking pair could hardly
be found, and soon the ugly look faded
from the strangers face, and into 1t
there crept a panied, weary express
| sion.
"Then I guess yer've got the little
'un, too: eh?" he asked, calmly.
"Oh, yes,' seid Hall, AN jolly
purity little Joy she is, too"
The stranger said nothing at this.
and once more silence reigned. Hall
was thinking and wondering in a
vague, underlined way, in, which there
was a little curiosity as to how this
stranger came to know Of the little
one, but he never thought to ask
The stranger was thinking, too, and
evidently his thoughts were not
happy ones, for in the depths of his
brown eyes one could have read q long
story OF sadness.
Neither spoke until they neared the
Pikeville fork, then the strangers
mind seemed decided on some ques.
ton, and suddenly Strengthening up
he readjusted his belt, frightened his
reins and drawled out as though there
had never been an emotion in his life
and certainly was not now:
| "Waal, fr'en', l am glad yer an
Liza's happy, and that you're good te
her an the little 'un. I guess I'D bet
ter tell yer that Liza belongs to me BY
right of first possession, an the little
'un is mine because I'm her father;
but seems my names Ben Reubins
| this climate amt healthy fur me, mol
no place ter live steady, so I doal
min the little 'un bein' called Jenkins
/ come this time to fetch 'em both
but found in Lowell that Liza WI,
married. Waal." and there was trem
BILE in his drawl, II doan blame her
I guess they both be better orr in yel
hands than mine,. and they're yOur'1
now, so I give up, but guess I'd bet
ter tell yer, an doan want yer Il
furgit, eff ever h'ar O. yer mis-
treatin' either one O. them, I won
leave solid place on yer big enough
to lay a dollar on"
Hall was looking at him now in ;
dazed sort of fashion, through which
the light of understanding was family
dawning.
"You need not tell Liza bout seem
me, but teach the little one not t.
hate Ben Reubins"
The stranger touched his hat will
the butt of his riding whip, struck hi
horse a smart blow with its end, AM
disappeared down the Pikevillo fork
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