The Montgomery advertiser., 1906-05-12
THE PASSION OF POOR 10.
nv yu,,Yp vrRRILL MIGHELs.

.;..tst 1aes bv Joseph B. Bowles.) .RyansaS good Indian. Only those who are long defunct need appiy.
 This. after much mental fabrication and the coming of long-famous state ment, occurred to the mind oi WinsIom, " as he gazed from his window across the street at a pair of warning squaws. They were taking each others scalp loclxs ont by the double fstfui, using a milling force that in field of stumps had been well-nigh invaluable But the original, epigrammatic per, son who first questfoned-nay, denieo Los goodness in other capacity than that of a corpse--must certainly have reckoned without a knowledge Of his eminent fitness as 8 decoration for small municipality. Instance the cap- ital city, Carson, of the Silver, sage brush State, Nevada. There the Pan Ute and washoe flourish and abound ranging in age from the toothiess' blubber like papooses, to the toothless, parchment-resemblin patriarch who in summer is certainly 120 In the shade. lows house. On any day when inc air is warm and Heaven pours no crystal benedictions down, crowd or MT. ana word of little Loes and half-grown Loes, with nothing worthy of a boast upon their rounded persons.
 But alas! for picturesqueness and tho gaudy deception of gay outside. While the brown little Loes arc play ing about, taking baths in the sun and dust, and storing up health, their par ents are committing two atrocities gambling and chewing gum;
 winslow, watching the battling souaws. presently noted the approach of a warrior armed with bottle. With this he thumped a light tattoo on the knuckles and hands of the combatants. Thereupon one female departed in haste, whilst the other. who was wife to the doughty chief with the bottle, remained to contemplate the possibil- itv of extracting her husbands eyes with her claws. The peculiar pose nf the bottle in the grasp of her man had however, a gentle. dissuading eff feet. She merely shook her hair and conbed 1t back a trifie with her fin- gers. rearranged her red bandanna Handkerchief, and proceeded to find her gum in the grass and chew it--some- what sullenly.
 Just about as the misunderstanding concluded, a man came around from the rear of Winslow's house and &C., costed him.
 'sYou're back in time to miss a scrap" said the latter.
 Sorry"
 "So am I. Do you see that buck with the bottle?'
 winslow pointed across the street
 "Yes."
 well. he's the fellow who found my horse."
 What horse"
 Why. didn't I tell you the story?"
 winslow's voice expressed surprise.
 Never that I recall"
 That's funny. You know I was out in the mountains, camping. I had a horse--a good-for- nothing old scoun- drel-and of course a saddle. with bags for a few necessities etc, etc One evening l rode him up the ravine that leads to Three-Lake Creek and left him a moment. tied to a brush. When I came back he was gone. had fish ing tackle, pair of shoes. cartridge belt, a hunting knife, a thin vest, and a pair of field glasses in the bags, or I shouldn't have cared.
 T searched high and low, chased hither and yon, but had to go back to camp on foot at last. Three days then I hunted for that scalawag of a horse without success. At the end of that time, behold appear Mir. Grunthard In- in, the fellow yonder-whose other