The Brookings register. [volume] (Brookings, Brookings County, S.D.) 1903-1971, 1907-12-12

TO can ioH I..
wind l;vc' Smith spoke to Get to
give the h~.l. away. and we let him
have it.
WED - got settled to business
when In come Angevine putting like
buffalo '. heavens sakes, amt
YOU fnish,i ..t: SAYS he We'll. YOU
want TO be- t. for .he Old man amt
over two '.4tes behind me, coming
fast. tapA ,ue distance IN ten foot
steps Ju~t ny luck. Foot slipped
when | VIA. talking TO him. and |
dropped a "y ark that made him suS-
piciouS-l wouldn't have done ii for a
ton OF money but it's TOO late now.
III down uu and hold him out there
il you say >n'
"Well, SIR lt this old Father Slade
stood right up, forgetting that foot
entirely.
"'Childrea be ready says he, and
he went over the line for record
"Hurry 'hore" hollcrs old Bob from
the outSid, where he was on watch.
Here comes uncle up the long coulee"
"What ar" your names says Fa-
Their Slada They told him, both red
ming.
ado you Kyle, take this woman,
Logs. to have and keep track Of, come
hell or high water, her heirs ana as
signs for "yrrf-or such a matter
says he, al. ia one breath. They both
said they did,
Thing lew till we came To the
ring Their" was a hitch We had
plumb forgotten that important arti-
Gle. For a minute ] felt stingy. Then
cussed myself for a mean old long
horn and divcd into my box
"'IIere take this" ! says. 1t was
my mothers"
"'Oh, Red, YOU mustn't part with
that" cried Loys. her eyes filling up.
Don't waste time talking. put
through what tackle. Hurry, please,
! father.
HAS anybody any objections to
these proceedings| says he.
81 have. says J. but | won't men
ton 'em Give them the verdict
~ pronounce you man and wife.
Let us pray, says he.
"'What'> that screeches Uncle
JoneSy from the doorway. And then
he gave us the queereSt prayer you
ever heard in your life. He stood on
one toe and clawed chunks ont of the
air while he delivered it.
HE seemed TO have 1t In for me In
particular You villain! You rascal!
IL. Il "A isl
l know you did.
"'Oh. uncle says L. forgive me"
With that ! Rugged him right up to
me. and he filed my bosom full OF
smothered language
"'ChceSe it, YOU little cuss. ! wills
pered in his ear, or I'll break every
| rib in your poor old chest" | came in
on him trihc, Just to show him what
J could do If | tried
"'Nuff" he wheczes. Quit! 'Nuff"
eco up and congratulate EN- |
whispered again.
az wOu'; says he. ouch, Yes, !
will VIII" SO up he goes, grinding
his teeth.
~ wish YOU every happiness he
gruuts.
Won't YOU forgive me, uncle" begs
Lovs.
Some other time some other
time" he hollers, and he pranced out
Of the house like hosstyle spider, the
'maddcst little man in the territory.
Logs had hard time of 1t until
ky.e got so he could travel, and they
went up 10 the Yellowstone with 4
team for wedding trip.
The rest Of Logs folks was In an
unpleasant frame Of mind too. They
Sent out her brother and while I'd
have took most anything from Logs
brother. there comes a place where
human nature is human nature, and
Il. upShot Of it was | planked that
Young man gently but firmly across my
&nces Suffering Ike but he was one
SASSY young man. HowSOmever, the
whole outfit came round In time-all
except uncle and me He used to grit
A., tecth together till the sparks flew
when he saw me. | was afraid he'd
bust a blood vessel in one OF them fits,
So quit. hated 80 let g. Of the old
ra1 h. but I'm pretty well fyed-Im
Superintendent here It's Kyles ranch.
you know That's bis brand-the
ggenr looking thing on the left hip OF
tl. critter. over the vented hash
knife. Logs Invention, that IS. She
SAYS IT'S a cherubllm, but we call It
rha flying hapjack There's right
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