Montour American. (Danville, Pa.) 1866-1920, 1910-08-11
bIed the number OF trips I would see

her twice astbften.
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 a peach and two dam
sons in my mouth l 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 q COW pony
and he didn't care for snooZers.
81 went back and said to Uncle Ems
ley, Did you say sheep manP
"I said a 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
II went out and sat on the ground in
the shade of the store and' leaned
against n prickly pear. l sifted sand
into my boots with unthinking hands
while l soliloquized a quantity about
this bird with the Jackson plumage
to his name.
"I never had believed In harmtng
sheep man. l see one one day reading
a Latin grammar on hossback, and l
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 Emsleys
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 a hat and
trots off in the direction of his NUT
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 mile
out of Pimlenta | 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
kcrchef and shoes tied up in bowknots.
Afternoon" says | to him. You
now ride with an equestrian who Is
commonly called dMoral-Certain-
ty Judson, on account of the way l
shoot. When l want a 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 Mire6
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
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 II bad habit you have got of
riding with young ladies' over at Pimi
enta. I've known birds says l, ito
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
galIop up against this Dcad-Moral.
Certainty attachment to my name
which is good for two hrphens 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 Il few times, hut not for
e purpose you imagine My object
purely astronomical one
reached for my gun.
ANY coyote says |. that would
boast of dishonorable'-
"'Wait n minute says this Bird, till
| explain. What would l do with a
wife? If you ever saw that ranch of
mine! l do my own cooking and mend
ing. Eating-thats all the pleasure
get out of sheep raising. Mr. Judson,
did you ever taste the pancakes that
Miss Learight makesT
"'Me. No. told him. 1 never was
advised that she was up to any cult
nary maneuvers.'
They're golden sunshine says he,
honey Drowned by the ambrosial fires
Of Eplcurus. ia give two years Of my
ME to get the recipe for making them
pancakes. That's what l went to see
Miss Learight for says Jackson Bird,
but | haven't been able to get il from
her. It's an old recipe that's been in
the family for seventy-hve years.
They hand it down from one genera