Abilene weekly reflector. [volume] (Abilene, Kan.) 1888-1935, 1906-08-16

as anyone In a city, where there's Al
ways something going"
"Well!" the rough voice OF wonls
an called suddenly through the front
door, which had been slowly opened.
Skeet Wood suddenly grasped the
rail upon which he sat, and raised to
a jumping posture.
Don't be skeered now, you buzzard.
looking tramp" "a
I'm not skeered, but hate to meet
people 80 suddenly" Skeet replied.
"Whut do you hist yo'self on a per.
sons front fence fer, II yod don't
want to meet them sudden"
well, you see, I didn't think any.
body lived here"
well, you see you air mistaken.
We jest moved In here day before
yestidy, but we live here Jest the
same as If we'd moved here year be.
fore last. Been to dinner?"
mo. Nor breakfast neither. since
you brought up the subject"
All right" the husky looking wom-
an said; go back there and drive
that shote out Of the sorghum patch
and I'll get you something to eat. Go
and help him, Pris. You know how
onruly them shotes Of that red SOW
air. Go ON. He amt goin' to bite
you"
Skeet beat down an army Of weeds
and Joined Pris at the back door.
Pris was the first to speak.
Say, Jump these later rows. Nav
will holler II you step on one Of
them"
"All right, Miss Pris."
"How'n the devil did You know my
name was Pris,"
Il heard your nav say 1t was"
Il amt heared nobody say whuk
your name be-" said Miss Pris.
my name might be Skeet."
"Skeet? Named after q skeeter,
wusn't you? Look kinder like skeet-
er anyhow. Well, now, yonder's the
shote. You go around that way and
I'll go around this here way, and wen
both come up behind him."
Skeet had not yelled "sewey there"
more than half a dozen times before
he had fallen In love with Miss Pris.
She was about 18 years Of age, built
IN the style Of robust fence-jumping
steer, and was as reckless in her every.
lay manner as young lady could DO
Without being dangerous.
The shote was at last driven to the
all fence, where 1t disappeared
through crack into the tall weeds.
At noon the woman's husband came
rom somewhere on mule whose hair
vas long and his ears worked back
nd forth when he walked. Skeet was
invited into the kitchen, where stood
table with four seats around it.
Take that there vacant seat over
n that side, Whut's NAME"
eve did have just exactly table
I'LL in this family, but Bud had to
o and get sent to the penitentiary.
D you air lucky In getting seat"
Pris looked at Skeet. you don't
now who Bud is, do your"
mo, don't remember of ever meet.
Ig Bud"
well, Bud he's my husband, or was
sfore he got sent to the pen."
Five weeks faded into the past like
cigarette paper in the rain. Skeet
as an occupant of the cabin. They
ID treated him well and he was %
UGH at home there as he could have
EN- anywhere. A bed had been pre-.
red for him in the loft. 1t was
en- better than Skeet had been used
and what II 1t was not? A man
ouldn't notice hard bed when he
in love.
In this family Skeet was guest and
arder. In consideration of his bed
ard and booze, with washing thrown
he was under obligation to scare
,hote out Of the sorghum patch four
FIVE times a day and to hide the
lie in the tall weeds every time any
rson was observed coming along the
ID. the mule having been stolen By
old man few weeks before.
rhe old man was large, with face
fierce bushy whiskers, and eyes like
zee Of a rat-keen. beady, black.
Shortly after Skeet had driven the
! out Of the sorghum patch one day
old man led him down q ladder
o the cellar and explained to him
working Of q small matchmaking
At.
Skeet. this here business operates
a small scale and is quiet. Recol.
that"
I amt going to tell nothing. No.
I won't even think about 1t when
1t in yelling distance Of a stranger.
ause I'm going to be member Of
, family after next week."
You and the gal has calkilated 10
hitched up. have you! Well, she
lie Buddy a mighty good woman"
keet and the girl drove over to
sley and got married. ff
mother cabin was built Just across
potato patch, and became the home
his couple. Skeet was annexed a.
artner In the quiet business going
in the cellar, and an easy, lazy liv.
was made-the sort Of existence
Il liked.