Dewey County advocate. [volume] (Timber Lake, S.D.) 1910-1913, 1912-01-26

EIcu was lett out OF her programme,
except in an indefinite way. They
had met before, and each was GER
tain that they would never be more
than passable good friends. Fred had
said to himself that the young lady
was romp, and she had said to her
self that he was stick.
The two girls did romp. Why not,
when there were hills to slide down.
skating on the pond, rabbits to hunt
with an old gun that wouldn't shoot
and a pony to drive to cutter? In
fact, they were giggling and laugh
ing and romping from sunrise to
late hour in the evening, and then
planning more giggling and romp-
ing for the next day. That stick of
Fred shook his head and told his
mother in private that something
awful must come of such carvings
on, but was answered with:
"Now, don't you get finicky. Why,
at their ages was jumping fences
and climbing apple trees. The girl
that never romps is g,ing to be an
old maid"
And then came winters after
noon when Fred had to drive his
mother over to the home of a rela-
tive, miles away, and he was to re-
turn alone in the evening. He must
return to save the house from de-
struction by those romping girls.
They would probably break all the
windows and wreck the pony for life
before he could get back, but he
would be in time to save the pieces.
Nothing serious happened during
the afternoon, however. The girls
simply built up snow man in front
Of the gatd and buttoned a coat
around his Shoulders and put hat
on his head and club in his hand.
Further, they climbed up on the
wagon shed and jumped down into
a snow bank. 1t was only after the
little dinner they had by them
selves and nigh had come that Miss
Nellie Fayram started with a giggle
and ended with whoop. An inspi-
ration had come. A slangy young
man would have said it was cork
er. She giggled and whooped, and
an hour later the inspiration had
become fact.
Behold two villains lurking beside
the highway! So far as can be
made out they are desperate men.
They seem to be armed to the teeth.
1t is painful to be armed to the
teeth, for you must have bowie
knife tied to your lower jaw, but
desperate men don't mind the pain.
1t is rather cold, but the villains lin
ger. A giggle is heard now an6
then, but it is quickly suppressed.
This desperate state Of affairs has
been going on for half an hour
when the sound of sleigh bells is
heard.
cit is Fredw
ooh, dear!'
"Be ready! If you don't go
through with this thing I'll never
speak to you againp'
Halt! Your money or your lifc!"
Roger Foster had received his d.
ploma as an NJ. D. and had been
lucky to make partnership with an
old doctor at Shore Acres. He was
driving across the country from Lit
tie Falls in his own rig to begin his
duties. In his pocket he had piss
tol.
No giggling now! Two stern and
bloodthirsty wretches. The sticks
they held pointed at their victim
might have wobbled a little. but the
doctor didn't notice it. He was
after that pistol. He wanted to
keep both life and cash. He fully
intended to shoot, but in his fussing
the weapon was discharged and a
long, wild shrek followed.
"You've shot her! You've shot
her p exclaimed the voice of wom-
an as she jumped up and down in
her excitement.
"Who? What? What is it? What
sort of joke do you call this"
That stray bullet has smashed the
end of a finger for Miss Nellie Fay
ram, and she had sunk down on the
snow and was yelling ''Ouchl |" at the
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