Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1906-05-19
TIE SAGE BRUSH PARSON
BY A. B. WARD.
Copyright By Brown Company
BY A. B. WARD.
ecopyrishs, 1905. by Little, Brown & Company,

You lock better than I expected. I though.
from what you wrote you'd hardly be able
to take this journey Our Nevada air viii
DO wonders for you. Look at nler'
m. locking" laughed Vaughan sI vras
aoout % remark that you were thinner
than ever and Just as pale
she works ali the time" n7un,nlea ha-
husband. when Il isn't one thing tt's an
othsr--srudying, scribbling-" Mary colored
sensitivtay and he made haste to add.
teaching the girls tending the bahv I'D
worrying over me-"
Mary looked uncomfortable: there was an
awkward pause and Frank lounsed away.
fiarmur4ng something about that Ching
The others have had their sumner sr-
piained Mary. we always eat by ourselves.
10 you want 10 go to your own roofn1
W mere. nere did you get that hat. Clement?"
mat Clement held It of at arms length
and scanned IL approvingly, lis a concession
to the country. lost mine out OF the win
COW and bought this at the next station.
"ilch happened to be Ogden 1 said L win
adopt in part. at least the costume OF the
states, Don't you like it?'
II Is ,ittery tncongruous, she comment
ea; and yet 1t doesn't seem 50 on you"
wHew. now dusty | am he cried CIV
ing himself shake.
ITS the sage brush" she replied TT COW
eFs every one. It's sort Of initiation Glenn
en-. fouh never be the same again. You'll
always be sage brushy' from now on-at
ieast while you're here"
while she spoke she was leading him
along hall lined, like the rest OF the in
nao WIN cheese cloth upon which wall
payer mad been pasted. Through open
DOORS vaughan obtained a glimpse OF a long
LON n containing half dozen tables COW
ereo with red cloths and set with great
cups ana plates of thick white china.
How Is Frank doing with his boardrno
houseT' he asked. inns
Mary shook her head. "OnIy half tn.
d mlnes are running and those may shut
fr1e a-4
ms pay, but one cannot tell. Frank saws
ne Cant refuse to feed the men Here's
your room: She opened a door into
stand and one chair
It's nothing but a bunk, Clement but
~ ~. curse my sitting room Is yours Come
of re w ham you are ready. 1t is at the ena
Left to himself, Vaughan took off his oaas
ahd shook 1t. cloud of fine aromatie
powder filled the room, but apparently thers
mas no ammunition OF the stuff which had
Turned his black broadcloth to a rusty gray
ae glanced ruefuly down at his trousers:
.ney were gray, too. He took a look at
nnseiL In the small looking glass; His
h mar, ana beard were tinged with the same
Inpaipabie dust No amount OF brushing
ana shaking removed II. AS Mary had said
ne mad become "sage-brushy'' and would
SO remain.
don't object to It. though" he told her.
when he had Joined her in the pretty sitttnxr
room SO ike her dear feminine bookish
self, with its tides and ottomans IT'S nIsno
ana pictures OF Goethe and Shakespeare
ana Longfellows and the shelf of WELL
CHOSEN volumes-the Browning he had given
ner among them. Il believe I rather like
II" he added. shifting at his sleeve,
fou will Ike II, more and more" said
Mary graveIy. 1T penetrates and aayors
every Part of you. it claims you and you
surrender"
. How big and rough and shaggy the
pushes growi" he exclaimed. There were
some five feet high. I'm silra
Yes. that's true" she returned They
are like the life here. large and coarse.
strong, vital, full of oil. and full of-bit-
terness."
Supper's ready" interposed Frank. OPEN
Ing the door. You shall have a hen"
fhat VIII be sage-brushy. too" said
Mary with little laugh "Ah. there's
Sonia! Come, baby she opened her arms
to receive a violet-eyed wean brought In
by young woman OF perhaps twenty.
our niece. Minnie Hollaway," Mary ex-
piained. There go the men to the stoop
for a smoke. You'll find some OF them a
study, Clement"
No less did the men find the newcomer
deserving OF critical attention and COM
ment, growing freer as he left them and re-
tired to his room.
TOO d-n fresh" said Martin Young.
the cattle owner, as he and VIII Dover.
VINO worked in the Galena mine. sauntered
down the canyon. Talks too much
He talks WE'LL said Dover. II like to
hear him: Most anybody would" There
was a wtstful tone in his voice He was
wondering what Minnie Holloway, Frank
Henley's niece, thought of the newcomer.
Martin Young was occupied with the same
query: hence the violence OF his criti-
cism.
Never had no razor touch hirn!" he ex-
claimed contemptuously. Never drank r
smoked r chewedI What sort of a feller's
thati'
Time will tell" said VIII sententiously
DID women like that sort of thing7 he was
asking himself. They had always seemed
to favor the dashing, daring reckless sort
But there was no telling about women
what they would do, or choose. or Ike. and
Minnie seemed nightly taken with this
man.
CTo be continued tomorrow)