Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1907-03-03

he's gone. He reached
down and fastened a
hand in Dirtys shirt
With muscle nobody knew he had he bodily lifted
the brute and leaned him on the bar. Dirty gasped
and opened his eyes, and tried to pull loose, but
the Mockng Bird held him
You know the trail to Phoebe! Hit the grit"
And Dirty went
The Mocking Bird took off his coat folded it
carefully, took sip of water. and began to rifle In
minute the game was going, and the long last ques
ton of Phoebe had been answered The Mocking Bird
had nerve and also he was that gentleman he had
been singing about.
The girl had been up, at Old Man Hendersons
ranch almost month; but it not until Hen
derson logged in that we knew anything about her.
She's the best looking fly that's showed up in
this part of the country" he said "She's all boss
Doctor sent her out here from New York Seems
health is round Eastern parts when they hike
blossom like her into hard territory like this.
The Doc in New York wrote her to me; told to
give her all the outdoors the ranch, and charge
it to him. The old woman is plumb stuck on her
Whats her name?" says one of the boys.
Old Man Henderson scratched his head and pom
dered. Blamed if 1 haven't forgot! Up at the
ranch we just call her Deary, and let it go at that.
So she was Deary for Lone Pine.
After that we heard good deal of Deary. Every
time Henderson got to town he had something to
tell us about her. She's bought the best boss had
on the ranch" he said. 4 sent to Frisco and
bought silver mounted saddle. and she's learned
to ride man way, straddle She's getting whoesomer
and purifier every day The old woman has clean
forgot papa in lookin' after Deary."
didn't come down to Lone Pine We met her another
way. Six or seven of us, including the Mocking
Bird, had fixed up hunting trip back in the range.
1t up the hills we learned how easy Dirty lin
would have been to him. He was the quickest snap
shot with a six shooter ever saw, and I've seen
some. We had a vast respect for the Mocking Bird
before we'd loaded a wagon with fresh venison and
headed home.
Lone Pine Creek which is responsible for Lone
Pine Town, runs just south of Hendersons ranch.
when it runs at all. When there are rains in the
mountains, it rises in two hours to roaring river
The ford on Our trail had been dry as bone
when crossed it going in. When out
it was a flood, and the ford swimming deep
to horse Quicksand is mighty likely to drift into
the ford shadows at time like that; we knowing
the creek would down in a couple of hours.
unsaddled our horses and laid down for smoke.
We hadn't been there long when cloud
of dust the trail to the ford from the other side
Deary was coming down to look at the freshet.
She kept on coming with that confidence which
women have, and when she reached the ford sent
her horse right in before could shout
warning She wouldn't have heard it if we had, the
water tearing Down went her pony and
She yelled though. She sat still
statue on the horse; but when he struck the main
current he slipped out from under her so quick that
you couldn't how it done.
The hooking Bird woke up first. He flew to
where the gray stood without hobbies. One jump
put him on the bareback. Two jumps, and the gray
breasting into Lone Pine Creek, headed down
stream. The Mockng Bird slid off on the name side
when the gray began to swim, and swan with him.
The gray caught up with the girl. The Mocking