Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1907-09-09
BY REX E. BEACH,

hunt 'em. Only fawncy the sport Wen
have ridln' to houndsr
I'VE will not says l. 4 amt goin'
to do no Simon Legree stunts. 1t amt
mans size Bein' English. you don't
count, but I'm growed up
"Nothin' would do him but those
Uncle Toms Cabin dogs, however,
and he had em imported clean from
Berkshire or Sibeery or thereabouts,
four of EN-, great big blue ones. They
was as handsome and imposin' as a set
OF solid gold teeth, but somehow they
didn't seem to savvy our play none.
One day the cook rolled rain barl
downhill from the kitchen, and when
them blooded critters saw 1t comm
they throwed down their tails and tore
out like rabbits. After that couldn't
see no good in 'em with a spyglass.
They amt got no grit What
makes you think they can fghtY
asked one day.
'Fighty says H'Anglish. My deah
man. they're full blooded. Cost seven
ty pun each. They're dreadful crea-
lures when they're reused. They'll
tear a wolf to pieces like rag. kill
bears. anything. Oh. rully, perfectly
dreadful!
well, 1t wasn't week later that he
went over to the east line with me to
mend barb wire. had my pliers
and a Ratchet and some staples. About
mile from the house we jumped up
a little brown bear that scampered off
when he seen us, but, bein' agin bluff
where he couldn't get away, he climb
ed cottonwood H'Anglish was sim
ply frothin' with excitement.
What a misfortune! Neyther gun
nor hounds
"I'll scratch his back and talk pref
ty to him. says l. while you run back
and get Winchester and them Zero
cious bulldogs
"'Wolf hounds says he, with dig
nifty. full blooded. seventy pun each.
They'll rend the poor beast limb from
limb. hate to do it, but It'll be good
practice for them
"'rhey may be good renders says
I. but don't forgit the gun
"Well, / throwed sticks at the critter
when he tried to unclimb the tree till
finally the boss got back with his
dogs. They set up an awful holler
when they see the bear-frst one
they'd ever smelled, reckon-and
the little Teller crawled up in some
forks and watched things, cautious,
while they leaped about, bayin' most
fierce and blood curdlin'.
"'How you goin' to get him DOWN.
says I.
"T'll shoot him in the lower jaw
says the Britisher, so he cawn't bite
the dogs It'll give 'em cawntidence.'
+ HE takes aim at Mr.. Bears chin
and misses 1t three times runnin', he's
that excited.
"'Settle down, H'Anglish.' says l.
He amt got no double chins. How
many shells left in your gum
when he looks he finds there's only
one more, for he hadn't stopped to I'LL
the magazine, SO cautions him.
".You're shootin' too low. Raise
her.
"He raised her all right and caught
Mr.. Bruin in the snout. What follow
ed thereafter was most too quick to
notice, for the poor bear let out
bawl, dropped off his limb into the
midst of them ragin', tur'ble seventy
pun hounds an Rugged 'em to death,
one after another, like be was dom
system Of health exercises. He took
'em to his bosom as IL he'd just got
back of long trip, then, droppin' the
last one, he made at that younger sor
an put a gold filling in his leg. Yes
sir; most chewed it of. H'Anglish let
out a Siberian wolf holler hisself, an
I had to step in with the Ratchet and
kill the brute, though I was most dead
from laughin'.
'That's how it is with me an Glen
ister," the old man concluded. when
he gets tired experimental with this
new law game of hisn, I'll step in an
do business on common sense basis"
You talk as If you wouldn't get fair
play" said Helen.
I'VE won't said he, with conviction.
II look on all lawyers with suspicion,
even to old baldface your uncle,
askin' your pardon an gettin' 1t. bein'
as I'm a friend an he amt no real
relation Of yours, anyhow. No, sir.
They're all crooked"
Dextry held the western dlstrust of
the legal Observation-Disclosures.
unreasoning, deep.
us the old man all the kin you've
got?" he questioned, when she refused
to discuss the matter.
! HE is-in way have a brother,
Or hope I have, somewhere. He ran
away when we were both little tads.
and haven't seen him since. l heard
about him, indirectly, at Shagway-
three years ago-during the big rush to
the Klondise, but he has never been
home. When father died, l went to
live with Uncle Arthur-some day, per-
haps, I'll find my brother. He's cruel
to hide from me this way, for there are
only we two left and I've loved him
always"