Essex County herald. [volume] (Guildhall, Vt.) 1873-1964, 1910-08-19

Lhdl was hO" aNAuh IotuAhb-
ty for the proximities of Miss Willella
Learight, and the disposition grew
larger as time passed. She was stop
ping at Plmienta Crossing for her
health, which was very good, and for
| the climate, which was 40 per cent
hotter than Palestine. rode over to
bee her once every week for awhile,
| and then l figured 1t out that IL dou-
| bled the number of trips l would see
her twice as often.
zone week l slipped in a third trip,
and that's where the pancakes and the
pink eyed snoozer busted into the
game.
THAT evening while l set on the
counter with peach and two dam
sons in my mouth asked Uncle Ems
ley how Miss Willella was.
why says Uncle Emsley, she's
gone riding with Jackson Bird, the
sheep man from over at Mired Mule
| Canada
II swallowed the peach seed and the
| two damson seeds. | guess somebody
held the counter by the bride while l
| got off, and then | walked out straight
ahead till butted against the mes
| quite where my roam was tied.
"'She's gone riding | whispered in
my bronc's ear, with Birthstone Jack.
the hired mule from Sheep Mans Can
ada. Did you get that, old Leather
and GallopsT
THAT bronc Of mine wept in his
way. He'd been raised COW pony.
| and he didn't care for snooZers.
81 went back and said to Uncle Ems
ley, Did you say a sheep manY
az said a sheep man. says uncle
again You must have heard tell Of
Jackson Bird He's got eight sections
| of grazing and 1900 head of the finest
| Merinos south Of the arctic circle
81 went out and sat on the ground In
| the shade of the store and leaned
against prickly pear. | sifted sand
! into my boots with unthlnking hands
| while | soliloquized a quantity about
/ this bird with the Jackson plumage
| to mis- name.
1 utN I'll Ddh ptiltNtu al hui ihlhS
sheep man. | see one one day reading
Latin grammar on hossback, and |
never touched him. They never irri-
| tated me like they do most COW men.
| And because I'd been lenient and let
'em live here was one going around
riding with Miss Willella Learight!
AN hour by sun they come Looping
| back and stopped at Uncle Emsley' 8
gate. The sheep person helped her off,
and they stood throwing each other
sentences all sprightful and sagacious
for awhile And then this feathered
Jackson flies up In his saddle and
raises his little stewpot of hat and
trots off in the direction Of his NUT
ed the sand out of my boots and un-
pinned myself from the prickly pear,
and by the time he gets half mile
out of Pimienta | singlefoots up be-
side him on my bronc.
81 said that snoozer was pink eyed,
but he wasn't. His seeing arrange
ment was gray enough, but his eye
lashes was pink and his hair was san.
dy. and that gave you the idea. Sheep
man? He wasn't more than a lamb
man, anyhow-a little thing with his
neck involved in yellow silk hand
kerchief and shoes tied up in bowknots
Afternoon says to him. You
now ride with an equestrian who Is
commonly called Dead Moral Certain
ty Judson, on account of the way
shoot When | want a stranger to
know me l always introduce myself
before the draw. for l never did like
to shake hands with ghosts
"'Ah. says he, just like that-'ah
I'm glad to know you. Mr.. Judson
I'm jackson Bird from over at Mired
Mule ranch. 1t looks like rain
"'Willie,' says l, riding over close tc
his palfrey, your infatuated parents
may have denounced you by the name
of Jackson, but you sure molted into
a twittering Willie Let us slough of
this here analysis of rain and the
elements and get down to talk that
is outside the vocabulary of parrots
That is bad habit you have got OF
riding with young ladies over at Pimi
enta. I've known BIRDS says l, 'te
be served on toast for less than that
Miss Willella,' says 1, don't evel
want any nest made out of Sleeps
wool by tomtit of the Jacksoniar
branch of ornithology. Now, are yor
going to quit, or do you wish for tC
gallop up against this DeadMoral
Certainty attachment to my name
which is good for two hyphens and al
least one set of funeral obsequiesp
Jackson Bird flushed up some, and
then'he laughed
why, Mr.. Judson.' says he, you've
got the wrong idea. I've called OF
Miss Learight few times. but not fol
the purpose you imagine. My object
is purely astronomical one'
Il reached for my gun
Amy coyote says l, that would
boast of dishonorable'-
Wait minute says this Bird, til
I explain. What would / do with O
wife? If you ever saw that ranch OF
mine! | do my own cooking and mend
ing. Eating-that's all the pleasure
get out of sheep raising Mr.. Judson
did you ever taste the pancakes thai
Miss Learight makesT
"Me! No. told him. 4 never was
advised that she was up to any Gull
nary maneuvers.'
"'They're golden sunshine says he
honey Drowned by the ambrosial fires
of Epicurus. I'd give two years Of my
life to get the recipe for making then
pancakes. That's what | went to SEE
Miss Learight for says Jackson Bird