The Caucasian. (Shreveport, La.) 1900-192?, 1910-08-09

quantity OF canned Irult | mad eaten,
| and | got back at her fiatfooted about
how a certain lady 1amed Eve started
| the fruit trouble in the first free grass
pasture.
THAT was how l acquired cordial
| ty for the proXimities Of Miss Willella
Learight and the disposition grew
larger as time passed. She was stop
ping at Pimienta Crossing for her
health, which was very good, and for
| the climate. which was 40 per cent
hotter than Palestine. | rode over to
see her once every week for awhile,
| and then | figured it out that if dou-
| bled the number of trips l would see
her twice as often.
One week | slipped in 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 a peach and two dam
sons in my mouth asked Uncle Ems
ley how Miss Willella was.
"Why,' says Uncle EmsIey, she's
gone riding with Jackson Bird, the
sheep man from over at Mired Mule
Canada
81 swallowed the peach seed and the
two damson seeds. l guess somebody
held the counter by the bride while
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 Gallops?'
'"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 sheep manT
~ said sheep. man, says uncle
again. You must have heard tell OF
Jackson Bird. He's got eight sections
of grazing and 1000 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 a prickly pear. | sffted sand
into my boots with minimizing hands
while ] soliloquized quantity about
this bird with the Jackson plumage
to his name.
Il never had believed in harming
sheep man. / see one one day reading
Latin grammar on hosshacS, 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!
San hour by sun they come Looping
back and stopped at Uncle Emsley's
gate. The sheep person helped her Off
and they stood throwing each other
sentences all snrightful and sagacious
for awhile. And chen this feathered
Jackson flies up IN his saddle and
raises his little stewpot of a hat and
trots off in the direction of his NUT
ton ranch BY this time / had turn.
ed the sand out of my boots and I'm.
pinned myself from the Hriclxly pear,
and by the time ne gets half nile
out of Pimienta | singlefoots up be
side him on my bronc.
Il said that snoozer was pink eyed.
but he wasn't His seeing arrange
ment was gray enough. but his eye
Iashes was pink and his hair was san
dy, and that gave you the idea. Sheep
man? He wasn't more than 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-Mora1-Certain
ty Judson, en- account Of the way ]
shoot When | want stranger to
know me / 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 /, riding over close to |
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 off |
this here analysis of rain and the
elements and get down to talk that
is outside the vocabulary of parrots. /
That is u bad habit you have got Of |
riding with yourg ladies' over at Piml
enta. I've lynowE birds, says /, TO /
be served on toast for less than that. /
Miss Willella,' says I, don't ever
want any nest made out of sleeps
wool by tomtit of the Jaeksonian
branch Of ornithology Now, are you
going to quit, or do you wish for to
gallop up against this Dead Moral
Certainty attachment to my name.
which is good for two hyphens and at
least one set Of funeral obsequies?
Jackson Bird flushed up some, and
then he laughed
Why. Mr.. Judson, says he, you've
got the wrong idea. I've called on
Miss Learight few times. but not for
the purpose You imagine bly, object
is purely q gasfrononlicaI one,