The Washington herald., 1912-12-29

he showed US in the Chicago paper! Oh.
Mr.. Driseon. you TO be 50 cruel; and to
impose these poor motherless creatures
upon those ignorant Indians. who are de-
pending upon their living and becoming
the nucleus of their pastoral industry;
and the first step TO a higher civilization,
I don't wonder that you look guilty, Or
try
IT dpD'tr' says /. FIR / didn't. as fer
as livestock was concerned. It's these
here eight cases of eggs that make me
look 50. It's a matter o. clos. An the
reds'll never raise cattle" says /. "or
anything but trouble in Gods world.
An II these cayys had as many mothers
as a Mormon kid" / went on, they'd
be no better fr stew"
''Mr. DriscoI," says she. don't ever
speak to me again. shall expose this
matter to the Inspector
tried to lift my hat. but 1t stuck 20
my hair; an the sight OF me pullin des-
perately at my own head had some effect
on her, rr she fees to her friend. actin
queer, but whuther lafin' r cry1n' I
couldn't say, an don't s'pose she could.
It's immaterial anyway, the main pint
beln' that her friends husband, a friend
of the Senator's. persuaded her from
havin' us all pInched. when she found
that Reddy'd beat her to IL with the
cavys, the last one OF which was ex-
pirin under the squaws' hatchets as she
hove in sight OF the issue, an the soup
kttles was all a-steamin'. 1t RELY was
too late to do anything. 1 guess.
That night I slep' in Oacoma Jail.
You naturally gravitate that way when
fate has ground you about 50 fine. an
you begin to drift with the blizzard. 1
could "a stood the throw-down, but to
be throwed down in a heap with eggs
an dirty clo'es, was too much. i took
that suit an made a bundle Of II, an
out on the pontoon bridge 1 poked 1t
into the Missouri with a pole. They're
usin' the water to settle coffee with.
I'm told, as fur down as Saint Joe, to
this days good as the whites Of eggs.
the cooks say. Then. hay1n' wired my
resignation to Elkins. feelin' that the
world held no vocation fr me but the
whoop-er-up business, / returned to the
west side OF the river as the only place
suited to my taIons. an went forth to
expeI the eggs an tender memories from
my system with wetness. I broke jail In
the mornin' but in a week I come to my
self ag'in on the same old cat, in the
same old prehistoric calaboose, an Mr..
Elkins was keepin' the flies of me with
one o. them brushes made OF a frtnged
newspaper tackled TO a stick.
I've come" says he, TO take you
home. Aconite."
IAN right says I, but can you fix
il UP with the authorities
I'm just going over to get your dis
charge replies he. They seem quite
willing to part with you. now that they
discover that none of your victims hive
anything deeper than flesh wounds I've
given bonds not to let you have your
guns this side Of the Stanley county line
I'll be back in half an hour with the
horses"
An here's where l had a narrow es-
cane wouldn't have faced her. the
girl, you know, fr no money; but as
Jim went away. right at the door seen
through a little winder a shimmerin OF
white and blue. II was her. herself.
She must have met Jim before. fr 1
heard her speak his name an mine He
seemed to lie perlitely arguin' with her;
an then she went away with him. 1
breathed easier to see her go. an then
set down an cried like a baby. A fell
Ier'n do that easy, when he's been on a
tear. you know.
Jim an I rode all that day sayin
never a word. But when we'd turned
in that night mentioned the matter
Mr.. EIkins," says I, 'she sure has
got 1t in fr me pretty strong, to foLer
me to Jail to jump on me-
"Aconite." says he. III not deceive
you. She has. Forget it,