Vilas County news. [volume] (Eagle River, Vilas County, Wis.) 1896-1927, 1912-12-18
BRAVE ROXY O'FALLON
She Is Called Miss Fireworks
Because of Her Many
Merry Deeds.
BY MAUD J. PERKINS.

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up and look his daughter in the eye.
Roxy waved her whip in front Of him
airily but decisively.
You might just as well fall in, dad,
because l shan't let you drive those
horses tonight. You'd run the whole
shooting match over the edge of Kit
cat mountain, and I'd have the funeral
| to manage. Put him to bed, boys
Il suppose you can driver"
| Roxy turned on her little high heels
at the insult. With her eyes, clear,
sparkling defiant eyes, she took in the
| full attire of this stranger who dared
/ to ask her. Roxana O'Fallon, whether
she could drive.
Il was born in grub wagon said
Roxy, mildly I've driven horses all
my life. Why? You afraid to go
along?"
| He looked amused. He was very tall,
fearfully tall, standing beside fve-foot-
! two Of Miss O'FalIon. His heavy
storm coat hung to his heels, and his
fur cap gave him a ferocious look, too,
Roxy decided with inward irritation.
His mouth was wide and addicted to
smiles His eyes we're gray and he
| appeared to be fairly civilized
I'm going. Do I have to ride in
side?"
Roxy considered her brows drawn
/ tobether Inside the coach were four
passengers, two Jap workmen for the
Orienta outfit, and a couple of men
taking the short cut over the pass to
make connections for Rawnide at
Wagging Tail.
It's pretty tough going some places,
and there's a STORM coming along
about ten"
For answer he swung his grip up I'M
der the seat. 1t was heavy, and had
seen plenty of travel. Roxy cast one
farewell look at her father, sound
asleep by the big stove, and followed
the stranger out to the waiting team.
only two horses?" he asked, cheer
! lily, as they started up Kitcat's petit
coat ruff1es, as Roxy called the lower
ripple of foothills around the great
| peak
This amt any circus outfit" Roxy
retorted surlily. you can't match that
pair in Nevada. They'd go over this
road with three legs apiece and no
eyes at all. Where you from?"
North" His tone was pleasant, but
noncommittal. Are you a Nevada
girl?"
Yes, l am, but my mother was from
the east, Vermont Fathers a western
er. He's no good, but he's got nice
ways when you know him. Everybody
likes him along the route up here.
Once in awhile he gets down and out
like that, and then 1 drive"
Aren't you afraid?"
"Of what?" Again her big eyes
questioned him with almost indigna-
ton.
You carry express parcels to the
Orienta mines?"
Sometimes What of it? You've
got the off night if you are after any"
/ she laughed. "You don't look like a
road agent They're sending up stuff
tomorrow, dad said. Suppose you stop
over and take a chance then"
Silent for the next few miles, he
! IHOuSuI u.
Dewey, the superintendent Of the
1 Orienta had wired him of trouble. The
/ Mexicans and whites kicked at the
| Oriental labor coming in. They would
walk out at the lifting of a leaders
| hand Moro. they would shoot the Japs
and Chinese at the drop of hat. And
Brayton liked the Japs and Chinks, as
he called them. They were faithful,
sober, steady nerved, on the job, as
Dewey said, while the others we're for
ever shooting up the place, and carous-
ing He had come west to settle it..
If he could have had American labor,
it would have been all right, but this
| filling the camp with the riffraff of
Europe and the border, he refused.
He glanced back at his baggage on
top of the coach. Two trunks, long
and heavy, so heavy that back at the
station, the men who lifted them, had
spoken among themselves So was the
grip heavy.
Presently Roxy spoke, almost conf
dentially.
L know real man when | see one.
You're all right. So are the Japs, but
those other two! If / had money
aboard tonight, I'd drive with the
reins between my teeth, and a six
shooter in each hand. That's only my
talk Don't mind it a bit We're all
right. They look like Italians, don't
they?"
They're not after money if they
are" said Brayton, quietly 'All you
have to do if they start trouble, is to
say, Here he is, gentlemen, and
drive on"
Roxy smiled at him.
Yes, I'd be likely to do that What's
your name?"
Max Brayton."
She whistled softly at the name
80 you did come out, after all. l
didn't think you had the nerve They're
! starting things up at the mine already
Dewey got hurt last night. Oh, just