The Julesburg grit-advocate., 1912-05-23
DOE WENTWORTH tucked his sis
Id ter and himself snIIply into their

cutter and started old Dob
bin Oh a brisk trot. for there We're
three miles of crisp white road to be
covered, and it was almost chore time
When they We're fairly under way
Wentworth turned to his pretty sister.
chriStened Elsie. but known as TOots
to all her many friends. and said. Il
hear you're going to get married.
Toots'
Miss Wentworths very becoming
flush was no doubt due to the weather,
for. the thermometer hovered about
zero. At any rate. she answered very
composedly: "Oh. indeed! And who
told you. Mr.. Smarty:"
"A little bird. Elsie, from Chelsea: a
little bird" He bent wagglsh glance
upon her. 81 say. which one is it going
to beg
ASK your little bird" she retorted.
Bob tried n new tack. well, Harry
Crossman is n nice fellow"
Indeed he is replied his sister.
Better looking than Luke Cotter, l
think"
do you:"
"And more money. too
"Yes"
Romantic disposition. too" Bob
was warming to his theme. ANY fel-
low who will go ives. and be n cowboy
for year must have some romance
about him. Now, don't believe that
Luke Cotter has even been out of the
county"
He was in Chicago last summer"
with a load of stock. He stayed
all of twenty-four hours. Seriously,
Toots, 1 approve Of your choice. Cot
ter's all right. but nll he's got Is forty
acre farm and that's mortgaged'
He semcd almost dissatisfied with
his sisters nod Of assent. After mo-
"Oh, say, Toots. be a good fellow!
Which one is 1t, and when is it going
to be: 'Fess up now"
The girl looked down pensiveIy.
"They've both asked me-"
Good"
"And-and they're both coming to-.
morrow for their answers haven't
really decided which it is to be-
Bob chuckled geefully. What a
beautiful situation! Toots. you're
winner. I've always said it. When
are you going to decide:"
Miss Wentworth essayed to say more.
but her courage failed her. Bob slap
ped Dobbin with the reins interruptins
long drawn whistle to grin ex-
pansively.
"Bob"-
He raised his hand. "Oh, know what
you're going to say, and my advice is,
don't say it. You want me to help you
choose, and l won't. know you,
Toots. If picked one. you'd marry
the other. and if he beat you up you'd
blame me-
Il think you're just as mean as you
can be-" pouted Toots. "
THE lady or the tiger" apostrophiz-
ed Bob. waving long arm at the hori-
zon. ''The gallant cowboy or old Stick
in-the-mud; the heir towel. thou
sands. and the poor but honest youth;
thc-helIo, what's this:"
A sharp turn In the road had brought
them to most interesting tablean A
team of horses. attached to a sleigh.
stood facing them. Behind the sleigh
Il man in n fur coat clunS Stubbornly
to 4 long rope. At the other end of the
rope an angry steer was plunSinS and
believing. Evidently the animal had
been tied insccurely to the sleigh, had
worked the knot loose and had been
about to make dash for liberty. At
this moment the driver had discovered
the status of things and taken hard.
The steer sprang abruptly to the left.
The man in the fur coat was swept OF
his feet hy the move and sprnwled full
length in the snow. The steer charged
the rail fence by the roadside scat
tered the rails as if they We're so many
matches and galloped into the smooth
meadow lot beyond. The man still dam
gled at the end Of the rope. AS the an