Mower County transcript., 1907-11-20
The Rev. Mr.: Wynkoop always felt

The Rev. Mr.. Wynkoop always felt
serenely confident of. an uninterrupted
welcome upon Sunday evenings after
service, while the: other nights Of the
week were evenly apportioned be-
tween the two more ardent aspirants.
On Monday, Wednesday and Friday
evenings the Miners Retreat was a
scene of wild hilarity, for It was then
that Mr.. Moffat was known to be COM
fortably seated in the Herndon parlor,
relating gruesome tales of wild noun
tain adventure which paled the cheeks
of his fair and entranced listener. Then
on Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday
nights, when Mr.. Mcneil rode gallant
1y in on his yellow bronco, bedecked
in all the picturesque paraphernalia of
the boundless plains, revolver swing
ing at thigh, his wide sombrero shad-
owing his daredevil eyes, the front Of
the gay Occidental blazed with lights
and became crowded to the doors with
enthusiastic herders drinking deep to
the success Of their representative.
1t is no more than simple justice to
the fair Phoebe to state that she was,
as her aunt expressed it, "in dread
full state OF mind" Between these two
picturesque and typical knights of
plain and mountain she vibrated, un-
able to make deliberate choice. While
labor1ng in this state of indecision
late one Wednesday night Moffat
tramped heavily into the Miners Re-
treat and called Long Pete Lumley
over into a deserted corner of the bar
room.
"Well, Jack" the latter began ex-
pectanty, ''hev ye rally got the cinch
on that cowboy at last, hey?"
"Dern it all, Pete, I'm blamed if I
know; leastwise, / amt got no sure
prove-up. I tell ye thet girls just
about the toughest piece O rock ever
had any special call to assay. Ye see
it's this way. She's got some durn
down east notion that she's got ter be
rescued, an borne away in the arms
of her hero like they do in them pesky
novels the Kids alters readin', and so
! reckon I've got ter rescue her!'
Rescue her from whut, Jack?"
"Well, ye see, Pete, maybe I'm part
ly to blame. I've sorter been enter
tainin' her nights with some stories
regardin' road agents an things O.
thet sort, while, so fur, as I kin larn,
thet blame chump of Mcneil hes
been fllin' her up scandalous with In
juns, until she's plum got 'em on the
brain. And now, reckon as how it's
got ter be Injuns."
"Whut's got ter be Injuns?"
"Why thet outfit whut runs off with
her, of course. l reckon you fellers
will stand in all right ter help pull NE
out O. this hole?"
Long Pete nodded
"Well, Pete, this is bout whut's got
ter be done, es near es I kin figger it
cut You pick out maybe half a dozen
good fellers who kin keep their mouths
shet an make injuns out of 'em. Then
you lay fer her, say bout next Wednes-
day, out in them Carter woods, when
she's comm home from school. I'll
kinder naturally happen long by acct"
dent bout the head O the gulch, an
jump in an rescue her. Sabe?"
Lumley gazed at his companion with
eyes expressive of admiration. '|By
thunder, if you haven't got cocoanut
on ye, Jack! Lord, but thet ought to
get her fyin'I Any shootin'?''
"Sure!" Moffat's face exhibited a
faint smile at these words of praise.
1T wouldn't be no great shucks of
rescue without, an this hes got ter be
the real thing. Only, 1 reckon, We bet
ter shoot high, so thar won't be no
hurt DONE"
To be Continued.