The enterprise. [volume] (Harlem, Mont.) 1899-1926, 1908-10-28

a 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 yelled
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.
ager, and l, the governess, of the Big
Red ranch, were sitting on the porch.
Il don't know why" she continued;
perhaps because it's such very lazy
day"
TEX 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 five
children; the cowboys, of whom there
were about fifty, being absent upon
the roundup, while Mr.. Albright was
away on a trip to New York. We were
IS 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 neighbor.
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 blood-chilling 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 ranch only 40 miles
away.
At the other end of the porch sat
the five little Allbrights in circle,
holding a 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 five. They were all look
ing very sober, and each child was
decorated with generous piece of
black silk, torn off the bottom of an
old skirt. In the center of the circle
stood an empty box, over which were
drapei the remains of the skirt. and
which probably represented to Tony's
cultivated mind a bier. The twins
shared between them a very crumpled
handkerchief, with which they occa-
sionally rubbed their eyes.
What is the matter, children?"
exclaimed, as l took in the details of
the scene.
Tony was silent until he had mar
shaled his features into 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 cowboy
phrase.
'Ole Miss Jug" as the children
called her, was portly dog of great
age and immovable dignity. In the
opinions of the five young Allbrights
she was as 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 a mighty fine dog said
one of the twins, sorrowfully.
And said Tony, visibly brighten
ing, I'VE are going to give her the
very finest funeral we ever had"
Had Tony lived some hundred years
ago, he would have become pope, or
certainly a cardinal, so great was his
love Of ritual. The burial of hen
under his direction became most
ceremony. Theatricals were
his passion. ROBBED in scarlet table,
cloth, and armed with bread knife.
he would recite Hamlet's 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
at bedtime, being more i'm
pressive by candle light.
Late that evening Mrs. Albright and
sat alone on the cool piazza rock
ng, thinking, waiting. AS long as :
daylight had lasted and the little ALL
orights had borne us company, we had I
Kept up pretense of cheerful CONVEX
'ation. But now that the small folks {
we're tucked away in bed, and the
men had foregathered in the barn, we |
lad relapsed into silence whose !
gloom was accented by the deep minor
chords of night, the croaking of
rogs the distant lowing of thirsty cat. s
lie waiting for the rains, and now and {
hen the hungry bowls of the coyotes +
folding revel further down the creek
BY this time it was quite dark.
even the long, narrow sea of smoky
,reen that had cleaned so long over
he western hills had faded. About '
he top of a nearer peak, that of a
ocky hill, quarter of a mile or so
0 the east of us, which Tony had
hristened Golgotha, shone faint ra- I
lance. the first rays of the rising +