Tulsa daily world. [volume] (Tulsa, Indian Territory [Okla.]) 1905-1919, 1911-04-08

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was only woman, she lowered her
head and paved the ground.
run for the gate, little girlW com,
manded the rescuer. run quickV'
Bos'n obeyed. She made a desperate
dash from her pine across the open
space and In another moment was SAFE
inside the cemetery fence.
scat! Go home" ordered the lady,
advancing toward the COW and shak-
ing the book at her us II the volume
was some sort OF deadly weapon.
AREN'T you ashamed Of yourselff Go
away! You needn't growl at mel I'm
not bit afraid Of youl"
The growing was the muttered
below with whica the COW was wont
to terrorize her feminine victims. But
this victim refused to be terrorized.
Instead OF screaming and running, she
continued to advance, brandishing the
book and repeating her orders that the
creature go home" at once. The COW
did not know what to make Of 1t. Be-
fore she could decide whether to
charge or retreat n good sized stick
descended upon her back with a
"whack" that settled the question.
Captain Cy had reached the scene OF
battle.
Then the rescuer's courage seemed
to desert her, for she ran back to the
cemetery even faster than she had
run from 1t. When the indignant cap
tain, having pursued and chastised the
COW until the stick was but splin-
tered remnant, reached the haven be-
hind the iron fence he found her sooth-
ing the frightened Bos'n, who was
sobblng and hysterical.
Emily saw her Uncle Cyrus" COM
ing and rushed into his arms. He
picked her up and, holding her with a
grip which testified to the nerve strain
he had been under, stepped forward 10
meet the stranger, whose coming had
been so opportune.
And she was stranger. The cap
tain knew most of Bayport's inhab-
itants by this time or thought he did,
but he did not know her. She was q
small woman, quietly dressed, and her
hair, under a neat black and white
hat, was brown. The hat was now q
trihe to one side, and the hair was the
least bit disarranged-an effect not at
all unbecoming. She was tucking In
the stray wisps as the captain, with
Bos'n In his arms, came up.
"Well, ma'am," puffed Captain Cy--
"well, ma'am. l must say, that was
the sllckest, pluckiest thing ever !
saw anywheres. l don't know what
would-I-I declare I don't know how
to thank you"
The lady looked at him a moment
before replying. Then she began to
laugh, a jolly laugh that was pleasant
to hear
Don't try, please" she said chok.
ingly. 1T wasn't anything. oh. mer.
cy mel I'm all out Of breath. You
see, | had been warned about that
COW when | started to walk this after
noon. So when saw her chasing
your poor little girl here l knew right
away what was the matter 1t must
have been foolish enough to look at
I'm used to dogs and cats, but I
haven't had many pet cows. told
her to go home and to scat and all
sorts Of things. Wonder ! didn't tell
her to lie down! And the way I
shook that ridiculous book at her
was"-
She laughed again, ond the captain
and Bos'n Joined In the laugh, In spite
Of the fright they both had expert
enced.
THAT book was dry enough to
frighten almost anything continued
the lady. 1T was one I took from the
table before left the place where I'm
staying, and duller collection Of ser
mons l never saw. oh, dear-there!
Is my hat any more respectable now?'
I "Yes'm. It's about on an even keel,
should say, But must tell you,
ma'am, you done simply great and
Seems to me the people who own
that COW must be poor set TO let her
make such nuisance Of herself. Did
your daughter run away from your
"Well, you see, ma'am, she amt
really my daughter. Bos'n here--that's
my nickname for her, ma'am-she and
were out walkin, set down In the
pines, and ! guess l must have dozed
off. Anyhow, when woke up she
was gone, and the first thing l knew
of this scrape was hearin her hail"
The little woman's manner changed.
Her gray eyes flashed Indignantly.
"You dozed off" she repeated,
with little girl In your charge and
In the very next lot to that COW :?
Didn't you know the creature chased
women and glrlsT
"Why, yes; I'd heard Of II, but
ut wasn't Uncle Cyrus fault" put
In Bos'n eagerly. ut was mine. /
went away by myself"
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