Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1906-01-31
CURLY
A TALE OF THE ARIZONA DESERT.
BY ROGER POCOCK.
of "a FrOniesman"
by Brown
BY ROGER POCOCK.
Autncl OF q fFOulefsMan, etc,
Copyright. 1905. by Little, Brown & Col

pitiful.'
And why for is this town locoed7" I
feat the girl was laughing so as not to cry.
Well, says she, there's Joe Beef the
Utah sheriff, and lot OF III no-accoun;
sheriffs, there's a fat United States marshal
with chin whisker and a heap of deputies.
there's cowboys, scouts and crackers, re-
porters, ambulances. dawgs pony-sol-
diers-"
Has the Navajos broke out?''
No. the pale face has broke out; it's a
hun epidemic, and there's an outfit on the
war trail in Utah, another on the San Juan
In Colorado-and they're going to eat up
Roooers Roost and you, Chalkeye. lookin'
glum as new-iaid widow! Scat. your
Has they GAVIN mad?" l asked. THE
moment they make a break for Robbers
Roost, McCalmont will kill this Ryan, scat
ter his wolves, and vanish. This must be
only the escort for Ryan's ransom"
TITS plumb ridiculous, but-there amt
no ransom"
'Yo're dreaming, Curly. This projeck of
troops is sure death to Ryan. They'd risk
the KILN Of a common or'nary man-but a
That's where the joke comes-he amt a
millionaireT'
saw her quit her breakfast all untasted
'Caynt you be serious, child, for onceY'
l asked, but It made me ache to see her
face that way
II darent be serious, 1 daren't think, 1
darent. Just you look at them papers,"
/ snatched at the nearest paper, opened Il.
and thought 1 must have been locoed.
There were the headlines:
Ryan Combine Smashed. Collapse of the
Trust. "-"Panic on Change. The Kidnap D.
ed Millionaire. Confessed Perjurer and
Corrupter of Witnesses, admits that He
swore away the Life of Innocent Man"
--"Behold thy Financial Gods o Israeli
l read on, dazed with the news Public
Confidence at an End. Investors jump
from Under."-"Ryan Debentures a Frost"
Shares thrown on the Ash-heap. II Pc
dons all Hope of Ransom. Federal Gov
ernment pledged to wipe out the Bandits"
- Movement of Troops - Sheriff Joe
Reef interviewed on the Situation. '-"Forces
taking the FieId.'-"One of the Robbers Of
fers Himself as Guide"
Curly was pulling my sleeve. Come
here. she said, and there was something
awful in her voice. Look! see that drag on-
usin' the spring for a mirror, bendin' low.
And hear the hIlll pines whisper, smell the
great strong scent. look thar at the blue
sky, and the cloud herds grain. That s
like nv home ole Chalkeye-sech sounds,
sech good smells, sech woods and sech a
heaven overhead. The boys air gentlin'
hawsses in the big corral, or ridn' out to
get a deer for supper. My fatheh sets in
the doorway strummin' hymns on his old
guitar his dawgs around hm, his Ill small
cat PAWN around to help. And Jim is
thar. my Jim-cayn't | be serious? Don
1 think? Amt l seem that, all blackened
ruins-bloody ground-daid Corpses rotting
down by the corrals-shadows of black
wings acrost the yard? oh, God of Mercy,
spare 'em, spare my wolves, my home, my
fatheh! And Jim is thar?'
She turned against me raging. What
air you waiting for? Has you jest got to
stand round all day? Yo're scart-that's
what's the matter with you-all-afraid to
even carry a warning! What dye want TO
pack the kitchen for? I'm shut of yoa.
Stay tharw
She jumped to her horse. she sprang to
the saddle, she dashed her spurs for blood
and whired away to the northward.
To be continued tomorrow