The daily tribune., 1908-10-29
TIE Obsequies of
ole Miss Jug
By Jean Ross Irvine.
Copyright. by short.tory Pub. Co.,

This sort Of day always reminds mo
of Indians" said Mrs. Albright. taking
long look around over the hills.
1t was an afternoon late In August.
A blue haze. the smoke OF distant for.
est fires, lay upon the land, lending to
the old familiar hills an air OF mystery,
and remoteness, like that OF veiledI
faces. Down in the valleys and upon
| the long hillsides the blue faded softly
into the gray OF the sage brush, and
the gray into the vague green OF the
| creek bottom
Mrs. Albright. the wife OF the man,
aser, and !. the governess, of the Big
Red ranch. were sitting on the porch.
Il don't know why" she continued;
! perhaps because it's such a very lazy
day"
Ten minutes later we discovered
more convincing reasons for the tenor
OF her thoughts. In the weekly paper,
| brought by mounted messenger from
the post office over fifty miles away.
The population of the Big Red COM
prised three women, four men and Ave
children; the cowboys, OF whom there
| were about fifty. being absent upon
the roundup, while Mr.. Albright was
| away on trip to New York. We were
85 miles from the railroad and from
| the nearest town. ten miles from any
| other ranch, and quite so from any
one whom we could call nelghbor.
And now, as though aware of our un-
| protected position, the Indians had
taken occasion to go on the war
path!
"Willfully and maliciously!" ex-
claimed Mrs, Albright. as she sat
| reading bloodchilling accounts OF mas.
| sacres that had taken place or were
| about to take place-accounts which
were further supplemented by the
messengers report of the burning that
very morning OF a ranch only 40 miles
| away.
At the other end OF the porch sat
the five little Allbrights in circle,
holding solemn consultation. There
was Tony, the eldest, the 12.year-old;
the twins, aged ten; Billy, seven years
old: and Ethelbert Van Twiller All
bright. aged Ave. They were all look
decorated with generous piece of
black silk. torn of the bottom Of an
old skirt. In the center OF the circle
stood an empty box, over which were
draped the remains OF the skirt, and
which probably represented to Tony's
| cultivated mind bier. The twins
shared between them very crumpled
handkerchief. with which they occa-
sionally rubbed their eyes
What is the matter, children"
exclaimed. as | took in the details of
the scene.
Tony was silent until he had mar
shaled his features into n state OF due
solemnity; then. In a voice carefully
modulated to fit the occasion. he re
piled: AT the break OF day Miss jug
departed this life"
She has gone over the big divide"
added the twins, who never let pass
an opportunity OF using a cowboy
phrase.
"Ole Miss Jug" as the children
called her. was portly dog of great
age and immovable dignity In tho
opinions Of the hve young Allbrights
she was a. old as the Oldest tree"
Certainly she was as old as the old
est mourners. And now, as Tony
would have said, In the fullness of
time she had gone whence no dog
returneth.
"She was mighty fine dog" said
one Of the twins. sorrowfully.
And said Tony, visibly brighten.
ing. we are going to give her the
very nnest funeral we ever had"
At this the four other young All
brights also frightened. and few mo-
ments later the Ave marched around
into the back yard. where the body
lay In state, and there I could hear
them eheerfully discussing the ar
rangements for the funeral Of the de-
ceased Miss Jug.
Had Tony lived some hundred years
ago. he would have become pope. or
certainly cardinal. so great was his
love OF ritual. The burial OF hen
under his direction became most
,, imposing ceremony. Theatricals were
his passion. Robed in q scarlet table
| cloth, and armed with a bread knife,
he would recite Hamlets soliloquy in
such . melancholy voice. and with
such expressive motions Of his weap-
on. that the twins would be thrown
into quite an ecstasy Of horror, while
the younger part OF the audience
covered In terror under the bed
clothes, the exhibitions taking place
| generally at bedtime, being more i'm
| pressive by candle light.
Late that evening Mrs. Albright and
sat alone on the cool piazza. rock
ing, thinking, waiting. Az long as
daylight had lasted and the little All
| brights had borne us company. we had