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


how certain lady named Eve started
the fruit trouble in the first free grass
pasture.
THAT was how 1 acquired cordialt-
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 IL dou-
bled the number Of trips / 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 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
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 GallopsY
'That bronc 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 manY
"1 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
Mermos 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. / sifted sand
into my boots with unthinking hands
while l soliIoqnized quantity about
this bird with the jackson plumage
to his name
81 never had believed in harming
sheep man. l see one one day reading
! a Latin grammar on 'hossback, and j
never touched him. They never irri-
| tated me like they do most COW men.
And because I'd been ienient and let
~em 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 / had turn
ed the sand out of my boots and I'M
pinned myself from the prickly pear.
and by the time he gets half mile
out of Pimienta l siRglefoots up be-
side him on my bronc.
al said that smoozer 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 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 l 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 l. 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 l, to
be served on toast for less than that
Miss Willella,' says 1, 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 obsequiesT
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 a few times, but not for
the purpose you imagine My object
is purely a astronomical one'
81 reached for my gun.