The Redwood gazette. [volume] (Redwood Falls, Minn.) 1873-1940, 1910-08-03

cousins. She gave me dig about the
quantity Of canned fruit had eaten.
and got back at her fiatfooted about
how certain lady named Eve started
the fruit trouble in the first free grass
pasture
'sThat was how | acquired cordiali-
ty for the proximities of Miss Willeila
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 IL dou
bled the number OF trips l would see
her twice as often.
Zone week slipped in third trip.
and that's where the pancakes and the
pink eyed snoozer busted into the
game.
THAT evening while set on the
counter with peach and two dam
sons in my mouth asked Uncle Ems
ley how Miss WiIlella was.
why says Uncle Emsley. she's
gone riding with Jackson Bird. the
sheep man from over at Mired Mule
Canada
Il swallowed the peach seed and the
two damson seeds. 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?
'eThat bronze Of mine wept in his
| way He'd been raised COW pony.
| and he didn't care for snoozers.
IT went back and said to Uncle Ems
| ley, Did you say sheep manT
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
II went out and sat on the ground in
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against prickly pear. | sifted sand
into my boots with unthinking hands
| while soliIoqRized quantity about
this bird with the jackson plumage
to his name.
1T never had believed in harming
sheep man. | see one one day reading
"a Latin grammar on 'hossback. and j
never touched him. They never irrf-
tated me like they do most cow men,
And because I'd been lenient and let
lem live here was one going around
riding with Miss Willella Learight!
IAN 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 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 mutt
ton ranch By this time i had turn
ed the sand out of my boots and un-
pinned myself from the prickly pear.
and by the time he gets half a mile
out Of Pimienta ! siRglefoots up be-
side him on my bronze.
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 a 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 always introduce myself
before the draw. for | 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
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 bad habit you have got of
riding with young ladies' over at Pimi-
enta. I've known BIRDS says !, to
be served on toast for less than that.
Miss Willella.' says /, don't ever
want any nest made out Of sleeps
wool by tomtit of the Jacksonian
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 obsequiesY
jackson Bird flushed up some, and
then he laughed.
why. Mr.. Judson.' says he, you've
got the wrong idea. I've called on
Ffe,es n n0p.9~r