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

away to outsiders. If could get that
recipe so l could make them pancakes
for myself on my ranch I'd be a happy
man. says Bird.
"tAre you sure says to him, thar
1t amt the hand that mixes the pam
cakes that you're after?
"'Sure,' says Jackson. Miss Lea
right is a mighty nice girl, but l can
assure you my intentions go no fur
Their than the gastro'-but he seen my
hand going down to my holster. and
he changed his similitude-'t the
desire to procure copy Of the pan
cake recipe he finishes
"'You amt such bad little man.
says l, trying to be fair. L was think
ing some of making orphans of your
sheep, but I'll let you fly away this
time. But you stick to pancakes
says l, as close as the middle one of
stack, and don't go and mistake senti-
ments for strip or there'll be singing
at your ranch, and you won't hear it.
"'To convince you that l am sin
cere,' says the sheep man, TN ask you
to help me. Miss Leanght and you
being closer friends, maybe she would
do for you what she wouldn't do for
me. If you will get me copy of that
pancake recipe l give you my word
that I'll never cali upon her again
THAT'S fair l says, and l shook
hands with Jackson Bird. IN get it
for you ii | can and glad to oblige.'
And he turned off down the big pear
fat on the Piedra in the direction of
Mired Mule, and | steered northwest
for old Bill Toomey's ranch.
st was FIVE days afterward when |
got another chance to- ride over to
Pimienta. Miss Wfllella and me pass
ed a gratifying evening at Uncle Ems
ley's. She sang some and exasperated
the piano quite lot with quotations
from the operas. l gave limitations of
rattlesnake and told her about
Snaky Mc1fee's new way of skfnnfng
cows and described the trip | made
to st. Louis once. We was getting
along in one another's estimations fine.
Thinks /, If Jackson Bird can now be
persuaded to migrate l win. l reeol-
lect his promise about the pancake
receipt, and thinks l will persuade it
from Miss Willella and give it to him.
80 along about 10 o'clock 1 put
on a wheedling smile and says to Miss
Willella, Now, if there's anything
do like better than the sight of red
steer on green grass it's the taste of
nice hot pancake smothered in sugar
house molasses.'
Miss Willella gives little jump on
the piano stool and looked at me curl
Gus.
Yes says she, they're real nice.
What did you say was the name of
that street In st. Louis, Mr.. Odom,
where you lost your hatT
Pancake avenue says /, with
wink, to show her that was on about
the family receipt and couldn't be
side corralled off of the subject. Come,
now, Miss Willella,' | says: let's hear
how you make 'em. Pancakes is just
whfrling in my head like wagon
wheels. Start her off, now-pound of
flour, eight dozen eggs, and so on.
How does the catalogue of constftu-
ents rung
Excuse me for moment, please,
says Miss Willella, and she gives me a |
quick kind of sideways look and |
slides off the stool. She ambled out |
in to the other room, and directly I'm |
Gle Emsley comes in in his shirt |
sleeves, with pitcher of water. He |
turns around to get glass on the
table, and | see forty-five in his hip |
pocket. Great postholes,' thinks l, |
but here's family thinks heap of |
cooking receipts. protecting it with
firearms. rye known outfits that
wouldn't do that much by a family
feud.'
Drink this here down., says Uncle I
Emsley. handing me the glass of wa.