The Wenatchee daily world. [volume] (Wenatchee, Wash.) 1905-1971, 1909-01-14

~ hurried up the wedding Colo
mel Jim had wheedled Josephine into
conserving that it should take place
two months ahead Of the time that had
been fixed. april is the month fer
flowers. Josie, an Wen let you weep
all you please"
Two weeks notice, however, gave
scant time for preparation for the i'm
portant ceremony that Mrs. Allen
deemed necessary. During this Pc
riod the busiest spot in Arizona was
the kitchen of Allen Hacienda. An
immense cake. big as IL cheese was
the browning effort of Josephine. who
wept copiOusly at the thought Of los
ing her daughter as she measured and
mixed the ingredients A layer Of
frosting an inch In thickness incrusted
this masterpiece Of the art of pastry
making. Topping the creation were
manikins of a bride and bridegroom.
This climax of the bridal cake had
been brought up by wagon from Tue
son with more caution than II it
were Il months cleanup of Il paying
mine. Mrs. Allen permitted no one to
go near the artistic achievement. 9th
ers might look at it from afar. but at
the slightest movement to get close TO
It she would Push the observer back
with the warming: Keep yer dirty
fingers off o it. 'Tain't common iciD';
that's confectionery"
Enough chickens to feed Il darby
camp meeting were killed for the feast
Fried. roasted. cold or minced rs ia
males. the dishes filed ovens and Ia
bles and overlooked into the spring
house. FavOrite recipes carried across
the plains by the wives of the argO-
n"uts met IN rivalry with the dishes
Of the COOKS Of old Mexico.
Coloncl Allen wandered aimIessly
about the ranch while the prepara-
ticrs fer the feast were in progress
The women folk drove him from one
favori.e loafng place to another. His
acvi-e VAS scorned and his wishes
made Il subject for jests.
I'eiantly e had taken full charge
Of the LIQUID refreshments \ friend
ly barkeeper in Tucson. acting under
his orders. h1I shipped to him cases
of champagne. barrel of beer and a
siphOn of settler. Why the settler he
never could explain. Later the I'M
lucky bottle married the supper and
nearly caused a tragedy. A guest
picked it up and peered into the metal
tube to see how 1.-The burned thing"
worked.
AS he gazed and pondered. shaking
the bottle in his effort to solve the
mystery, he pressed the handle. The
stream struck him fairly between the
eyes Shocked, surprised and half
blinded, he pulled his gun and declared
immediate war on the "sheep herder
who had put up the job on him." AL
lens other supplies were Of the kind
taken straight in the southwest anc
downed with a hasty gulp.
Driven from the house on the day of
the wedding. Allen took refuge on the
piazza From behind the hacienda
foated dreamily on the sun drenched
air the music of guitars and mandolins
played by Mexicans. practicing for the
dance which would follow the cere-
mony.
The colonel dozed and dreamed
Suddenly the peace Of the afternoon
was shattered by the wild ''yipyipn" o.
band of cowboys riding up the trail
Revolver shots punctuated their shril
cries.
Allen bounded from his chair, shak-
ing himself like Il terrier This riotous
sound was the music he longed to hear
When the staccato beats of the po-
MES hoofs ceased he shouted Come
on, boys. Make this your home Every
thing goes, and the Sweetwater outfit
is always welcome"
The foreman was the first to pull up
In front of the house. Hello. Uncle
Jim.' he cried
Hello. Sagebrushr' answered the
colonel, broad smile illuminating his
face. Holding his pipe in one hand. he
licked his lips at the thought of lick
ering up" without the invention of an
excuse for his wife. Then he joined in
hearty laugh with the men about the
corral as he heard the grunts and
stamping of a plunging mustang \
COW pony udu ellteESu INTO the Spirit OF
the occasion and was trying to toss his
rider over his head.
Fresno. one of the Sweetwater's
cowpuncherS. was the victim of the
horses deviltry.
His predicament aroused wild shouts
of mirth and sallies of the wit of the
corral
Hunt leather, Fresno, or he'll buck
you clean over the WALL" shouted
Sagebrush.
Grab his tall" yelled Show Low.
with a whoop.
.'All over" was the chorus as Fres-
no. with vicious jab of his spurs and
jerk of the head, brought the ami
NAL into subsection.
Come right in, boys" called Allen.
LET the greasers take the horses"
With shrill shouts. whoops and much