The star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1908-1909, 1908-10-28
CONTINUED From Yesterday

ILlSll WIZ aAI1 $4,000
handkerchief were knotted about their
necks. Fresno had stuck little Ameri-
can flags in the band of his hat, the
crown Of which he had removed. Il
want head-room for the morning
after" he had said.
Show Lows chaps were conspicu-
ousIy new, and his movements were
heralded by the creaking of unsoft-
ened leather.
Last of the band was P~arenthesis.
short. bow-legged, with a face tanned
and scanned by exposure The cow
boys ran stimy, toeing slightly inward.
Long hours in the saddle made them
apparently awkward and really I'M
graceful when on the ground.
They greeted Allen with hearty en-
thusiasm, slapping him on the back,
poking him in the ribs, and swinging
him from one to the other, with cries
of: "Howdy. Uncle Jim!"
"Howdy, S%agebrush? Hello, Fresno!
Waltz right in, Show Low. GLAD to see
you ALI" cried Allen, as he, In turn.
brought his hand down with ringing
slaps upon shoulder and back.
Meantime Parenthesis hoped about
the outer edge of the ring, Seeking an
entrance. Failing to reach his host, he
crowed: How de doddle doS' to attract
his attention.
Allen broke the ring. Grasping
P~arenthesis by the hand, he said: TIN
tolerable. thankee, Parenthesis. Where's
Jack?-didn't he come over with your
What! the boss? Amt he got here
yet?' asked the foreman. Tall and
lean, with hardened muscles, S~agebrush
Charley was as 1.-THE as a panther on
horseback. His first toy had been a
rope with which, as a fodder, he had
practised on the dogs and chickens
about the ranch-yard. He could not
remember when he could not ride.
Days on the roundup, hours of watch
ing the sleeping herd in the night
watch, had made him quiet and self
contained in his dealings with men.
His eyes looked out fearlessly on the
world. All of his life he had handled
cattle. Daily facing dangers on the
long drives or in the corral, he schooled
himself to face emergencies. Acquir-
ing self-control, he was trusted and ad-
mired. When Lyman, the old foreman
of The Sweetwater, resigned, Jack Pay
son promoted %Sagebrush. although next
to Bud Lane III was at the time the
Youngest man in the outfit. He made
his employers interests his own. Al
the mention of Payson's name he al
ways became attentive. With a shade
Of anxiety he awaited Aliens answer.
mo" replied the ranchman, looking
from one of his guests to the other.
"Why. he started three hours ahead
of us!' explained Parenthesis.
With a challenging note in his tones,
as If his word was disputed, the host
answered: 'Well, he amt showed up"
The little group had become silent.
Arizona was in a period of unrest.
Rumors of another Apache uprising
were growing stronger each day. Then
Payson was successful, and, therefore,
! despised by less fortunate men ever
, eager for a quarrel.
After a moments thought, ~Sagebrush
brushed aside his fears and frightened
up his comrades with the remark:
"Mebbe he rid over to Florence t
ton to get a present for Miss Echo.
He said somethln' about gettin' an
artickle from Kansas City"
"Mebbe So" agreed Allen, eager to
cast out any forebodings. TITS time"
he continued, che wuz turnin' up, IL
this weddin's to be pulled off by he
clock"
Has the Sky Pilot got here yet?
asked Sagebrush.
mo- replied Allen. Hes started,
though. There's one thing %sartin, we
can't tighten up the cinches till he
bridegroom gifts here"
The absence of Jack Payson and the
failure of the minister to arrive aroused
the uspicions of Sagebrush, Coming
closed to Allen. he smiled knowingly,
and, speaking IN a confidential tone,
asked:
"Say, Jim, they amt fggerin' on git
tim away on the sly-like, are they?"
Show Low interrupted with the ex-
PLANTATION: you see, we're going to
decorate the wagon some"
The suggestion that any one con-
nected with Allen hacienda would ride
in anything on wheels. except the
driver of the c~huck-wagon on the
roundup. aroused the Indignation of
the old cattleman. For him the only
use 10 which a whee'c1 Vehicle drown
by q horse should be put was to haul
materials that could not be packed on
a horse!
''rhey amt usin n wagon!" he
fairly shouted: they're goin' away in
the leather
The idea of carrying out tho tradi-
tions of the horse in Pinal county even
to a wedding journey tickled the boys
Immensely.
Slapping one another on the back
and nodding their heads in approba-
tion, they shouted; That's the ticket.
Hoorayi"