Greene County herald. (Leakesville, Miss.) 1898-current, 1911-10-06

Worlan's Love


breeching into pail of CASTLE suds.
"Ycu know what think, so there's
no need of me saying it," delicately
remarked the Hair Circle Y boy.
Honest to Henrietta Jane" pro-
tes.ed the stock-tender. ''ETe has to
let his wife handle IT, She sC-.Gn I
have it no other. Stubby's reform
ed"
"Oh, if he's married." admitted the
Half Circle Y boy.
Sure" said the stock-tender. "Of
course, Stubby'd know what to do
with it if he was left to himself. He'd
give it all to the first tin-horn that
he met for the privilege of pushing
chips around over a table for a few
wee small hours. Great little old
Stubby.
still, that was the way he made
his stake Heard about that. didn't
you? Well, it was the time he got
fired from the Flying Dollar He got
into game at Hermosa with a
months pay, his saddle, bride, blank
cts, spurs, chaps and slicier, and
came out of it without 'em. If the
marshal hadn't taken his gun away
from him, he'd have lost that. too.
Anyway, Sam Jacobs let him out and
he was loafing around town wonder
ing if he wouldn't have to wash dishes
fer the Bon Ton to pay his beard.
when a Boston shoe millionaire came
in on the stage and braced Ed Nc
Wicker to find him a guide that would
take him across the Limestone Range
TO Garnet Basin, where they'd stuck
him on some mining claims.
I'VE haven't got any professional
guide around here just now. but l
guess | know gentleman who can
take you, though" says Ed. So he
sends for Stubhy and introduces him.
This is the gentleman | thought
might accommodate you,' he says TO
the affluent waddy, jerking his thumb
at Stubby
I'm plain spoken man. says the
Bostoner, sort of swelling out. Il
don't want no gentleman" says he,
and | don't want no accommodation.
want a handy man who knows the
country and can cook q halfway de-
cent meal and | propose to pay him
sch for it. He won't be acccmmo-
dating me. He'll be doing what l
want him to do because be needs the
money and I've got the money, 50
there's all there is to that. If this
fellow is the best you can get and
you think that he can take me to
Garnet Basin. I'll give him the job,
but | can't say | like his looks"
HE said that with Stubby right
there?' interrupted the Half Circle Y
boy.
The Kind of Fool He Was.
Sure replied the stock-tender.
'IIe was just that Lind of a fat old
fool. Ed told me he looked for trou-
Bile right there and got behind the
stove. but Stubby didn't make a move.
He certainly seemed surprised, but the
next minute he said, as meek as
Moses, that he'd take the contract
and hoped TO give good satisfaction.
very good, says Boston. Now
You so out and get whatever is nee
essary for the trip. You can say
that III pay for it here. I'm not go
ing to take any chances of your TAX
ing my money and spending it. for
N'hiskey. You'll get your pay when
we get to Garnet and not before
That's perfectly agreeable to me,
says Stubby, kind of husky, but still
meek. So he hikes out and hires a
couple of horses and pack mule, and
buys grub and cooking outfit, and
they start out across the desert. At
Parker's Coulee. and the Bostoner
kicked like a bay steer at every last
thing. lie didn't like the alkali in the
water that Stubby boiled the coffee
in, he didn't like the 1apjacks. and
he said that the way the bacon was
cooked turned his stomach, and he
cussed Stubby out for not gettin him
q horse that rode easier.
"Im mighty sorry, said Stubby.
I'll try to do better.
Stubby Takes Revenge.
"Along about shutdown, as they was
gcttin' to Pass Creek, he began again
about the horse, so Stubby reaches
out and grabbed him by the collar
and pulled him out Of the saddle into
a bunch Of prickly pear.
There, says Stubby. Now walk
darn you, and see how you like that
for a change'
"'You blasted rufian!~ says Bos-
ton.
He started to say something else,
but Stubby slid off his cayuse and
cuffed him uD to peak. first one
side and then the other. Now you'll
try to be good, or we'll have hear
more difficulty he says. This is
the joyful moment I've been a-holdin
in for ever since / seen you
Are you going to kill me?" says
Boston, Whimpering.
THAT depends, says Stubby. II
you behave. l won't much more than
half-kill you. You hike along fol-
that bunch of green yonder and IL
tell you the rest when we get there.
Here, get up and unsaddle these
horses and picket 'em,' says Stubby
giving him a kick. I've never had q
millionaire flunkey for me on tbs
trail yet, but I'm going 10 now. Pick
ct the horses and then so and rustic
wood and water. and I'll tell you what
to do after that. You and me is going
to take our time crossing the Lime
stone We've got weeks grub. an
Such Boorishness!
Another American lady, returning t,
her beloved country, forgets to de
clare her gold cigarette case, her gol'
porte-monnaie and few cloth-of-golt
frocks, and is required to explain
what ought to have been evident tt