The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1909-06-25

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 had stepped out in front of the Glad Hand to chat with Bob Robley and Rawhide Pete and the name of Sandstorm Smith was just rising 70 my tongue when Pete, who was looking up toward the head of the street, burst out:
 Here comes Sandy his motorcycle. riding under a full head of acid. Must be Miss Pus,s got a colic and he's blazing the aadah to Doc Resans of1ee." S4}
 onrushing smother of dust wasn't concerned in such small matters elephant collie and doctors, and physically indisposed With the grace of 2 grand piano she walloping down the trail warm in her owners wake.
 sandstorm shut of the power be drew into the business center of the camp. shouting to left and right he rolled by:
 She's got basket Of dynamite and detonating caps, and wherever she drops 1t there's going to be" We lost the fndsh of it. bat not the sis nif1cance The neavy tread nf Miss Pills was wax ing the echoes and she wasn't moren three hundred yards away. If you've got tucked away in you eranium the fallacy that an elephant can't nov faster'n oyster banish the conclusion. When her trunk we could see Der coming like the Over Rawhide Pete, Bob Robley. and your humble servant joined the merry villagers sandstorm Smith was slip many spaces before there safe majority of the community moving south, east and west, but north. If it destined for that lady ele- phant to drop basket Of detonating caps and big powder the popular notion was to allow her to hog the consequences.
 By the time Miss Pills began to slow down In the middle section of Main Street. Goddeld had taken on the aspect of a deserted diggngs There rank and file of the local c. A. Rand his tailura to join the departure was due to the fact that he broke his wooden leg and crutch in negotiating the swiftest pace he'd made since the battle of Bull. Run. But crippled as he was in his timber props he managed to mount to the roof of the Glad Hand and gaze down on Miss Pills with upstandins hair. BSft3
 He told US later that she stopped plumb in front
  in her eye swinging her trunk to and fro with an angry motion that threatened to toss that basket uf she didn't. She had double loop the handle of that basket that failed to relax @ and fetch snoring timber and odds and ends up st the mine. and she had picked up that basket in the aszas of ans sT o Spe s mine % s 1t, thinking in her playful. girlish way that he might nke it. The Star of Hope people had wArnsd him in time to get his motorcycle under spark.
 AS said before, she small, tWoton eis- phant and gentle tempered when fed snug: and child Therefore I guess it made her feel mean and peevish to be summed with such overwhelming e se aSs 5s o Tobias s s only roar, and that when he came to he looked round to see if he'd naGs 4eAven.
 Meantfmet Miss Pills whearere found that Toerang didn't bring her any coanr1Ay, and being socially inclined swung awny from the Glad Hand and we watched her pound up through the sage to tho Little Belladonna. She took it slow and casual.
 
 murder and sudden death rising and falling with the rh ythancaI motion.
 never knew the sun to take so long setting h these attitudes on that day. CustomaEtly It'll swell to the size of barreEhead. darkentn& to glowing ruby shot with flashes of anethyst hang for a few seconds in blanket of purple mist and then take a header down the other side Of Funerad Range But that evening the driver of that sky chariot must have dropped hfs whdp for she stuck fast, directing her flaming shafts of light on that easy-going elephant. t5a%
 And there was color for oils in the dark Hxure cf iss soft sunset until finally she rounded the corner of SAndstorms shack and moved over toward the derricks above the abandoned shaft We had just lost sight Of her In the dinnmering light when the earth trennbled and there was sharp luminous glare that iEhted up the vicinity of the Little Beladonna; then sence and the quick-curtain shadows Of Nevada night. A sigh of relief passed round the foothills
 sandstorm Smith, who had joined Bob Ro61sy. said:
 ~Poor girl She sure was an elephant on my hands, but beginning to get mighty attached to her" Then he rode on his motorcycle and the population Of 0oldheM returned to their at fairs.
 An hour or so later we were discussing the prob. ability of locating any of Miss Pills in EsrneTalda County when we heard the racket of Sandstorm Smiths motorcycle at the door. sssses
 His face was stone sober and graven solemn as he walked into the Glad Hand, but there was pecn- liar nervous twitch about bis eyes and mouth. No one spoke while he fortified hinnsef with two sessive fortdhcations, but when he ordered third Rawhide Pete couldn't stand the suspense.
 "Djerfndanyofher?" he asked
 'Any of heri" said sandstorm, wheeling round from the bar and raising his eyebrows. maddenng deliberation. <ewhy, she wasn't scratch ed She dropped the basket down the old shaft and up hope of left a slab in the assay once thatsn run forty thousand to the ton-so blooring rich saw the streak in 1t with lantern
 "But." he concluded wipfng awar an imaginary tear, MHss.Pf11s has got bad attack of nerves 90 guess I'll ship her to Frisco, where I'll see hal aoSlf