Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1906-01-11

saw that a streak of the cloth from knee
to ankle was dusty none-the same being
the mark of the stirrup feathers. He could
not have walked a hundred yards from his
horse
Stranger" says Jim, your horse is just
on the other side of this HILL
Yes, indeed-but it never lets me get any
nearer, and I've chased it for milesr'
III catch your horse" Jim swung to his
seat, spurred Off circled the hilltop and
found the preachers horse, rein to the
ground unable to trot without being trip
ped at once, dead easy to catch at one jump.
This parson man was a liar, anyway.
Then something caught Jim's eye, sort
of Winl:ing star on a hill crest far to the
east. He watched that star winking steady
to right and left The thing was a hello
graph making talk, as it supposed, to the
preacher, and Jim watched harder than
ever.
He couldn't read the signs, so wondering
most plentiful, he spurred up to find out
If anything more could he seen from the
crest of the hill. Yes, there lay the railroad
and the town of Iordsburgh plain as a
map. This preacher had been sly, and heaps
untruthful SO Jim rode back leading his
horse, but kept the sights he had seen for
his own consumption.
suah thank y'u seh, says the preacher
Alas! that I should be so poor a horseman
Ny sacred calling has given me no chances
OF learning to ride like you-all''
Jim watched him swing to the saddle as
only stockman can You may dress a
puncher in his last coffin, but no disguise
short of that will spoil his riding.
Mebbe,' says the preacher, you can fa-
Vor me with a few hints on the art of
settin' a-whoa! hawss! And If you please,
we will go more gradual cause the motion
Is pitching my po' kidneys up through my
neck. Whoa Yow.'
Jim broke away at trot sitting side
saddle to enjoy the preacher, who jolted be-
side him like q sack of dogs.
Stranger" says he, the trail is
W06fe my men waiting wonder To
the left it goes to Lordsburgh, to the
right 1t runs straight to Bryant's and
on 10 Holy Cross Good morning, SIR and
he left on the dead run.
My deah young friend" the preacher
walled at him. Whoa. whoa. now; I've got
mislaid! 1 place myself in yo' hands,
Jim reined
''Well. where do you want to go?"
I want to find wild. a sinful young
man by the name of du tChesnay. He's
the Honorable James du Chesnay Perhaps
Partly. Well. what's your business
with him?'
~ suffer" says the preacher. from
clergymans sore throat-ahic, Permit me.
sch, to ride with you while I explain my
business
"As you please" They had gained the
trail, and Jim swung into it with the
preacher, calling back to his riders to keen
within range astern.
Resides" says the preacher. coughing
behind his hand, II am somewhat timid-
tnere are so many robbers that / yearn
for yo' company for protection"
Jim yelled back to his men in Spanish
Boys, just watch this stranger-he's no
good Keep your guns handy and If he
tries to act crooked, shoot promptw
THANK you, seh!' says the preacher.
And now. your business, qufck!'
1t appears" the preacher groaned "that
some wicked men have been behaving de-
ceitfully In the purchase of a flock of cows
from this young gentleman"
"Eh?"
Yes, they paid for his flock with draft
made in favor of Lord Baishannon on the
National Bank at Grave City. What q
dreadful name for a cty.-suggestive Of,
Ratsi Go on, man.
This draft On the bank from Jabez Y
Stone, who bought yo' cattle, sch, you for
warded from Lordsburgh yesterday 1t Will
be presented today by Lord Balshannon at
the bank q. Grave City"
How dA you know
Unhappy, my sacred calling has left
me quite<1nfamiliar with the carnal affairs
OF this most wicked country.
We'll. what's wrong? The bank wired
yesterday morning that they held money
to meet this draft Stone showed me the
telegram
.'Up to noon..' said the preacher, there
was money In the bank; some forty thou
sand dollars In the name OF Jaabez z. Htone
ready to meet yo' draft and pay FOR the
cattle. =
4 know thatt'
At noon yesterday that money Vas with-
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