The Lamar register. [volume] (Lamar, Colo.) 1889-1952, 1913-09-10
D0vE-PIE AND HONEY
BY ROB M'cHEYNE.

But I'll tell you one thing. young
man; you'll find dove-pie and mesquite
honey q mighty monotonous diet after
the honeymoon"
They were the words with which
old Henry P. had closed the interview
that had resulted in his giving his
daughter to the handsome young
westerner who had won her love
That was more than a year ago; now
the big, brown-faced ranchman sat In
the door Of his little shack, watching
a duststorm drift over the face of the
setting sun. and thinking of what the
hard-headed old fnancier had said
back there in his luxurious home ir
various New York.
A slim figure in blue dress came
slowly up the lane of umbrella trees
It was Jim's wife. There was tired
stoop to her shoulders that was all
too plain in spite of the poise Of her
chin. She had old Henry P.'s chin.
Superb be ready in = minute
Um," she said.
what you goin' to have"
81 found some partridge EGGS" she
said. holding out the blue sun-bonnet;
I'm going to make an omelet. Then.
there's dove-pie and mesquite honey
Jim burst out laughing.
why. JIM" cried the little woman.
terribly hurt, Il thought you liked
partridge eggs"
Come here. little GIRL" He held
out two great brown arms and she
pumped into them regardless Of eggs
and independence alike.
What was It, Jim?" she asked
when he had kissed away the tear.
"Oh, nothing. little linnet: 1t was
the-the dove-pie and the mesquite
honey"
But we haven't had them for ever
SO long. thought you'd" She had
to bite hard on her lower lip to keep
her chin steady.
How would my Sallie o like to see
little old New York;"
20, jim Jim you dear old thing
Her arms were about his neck
Really? Don't tell me 1t isn't SO.
When?"
How perfectly de Not tomorrow
What'll ~"
Wear what you've got till you get
to Chicago. and then get something
fit to steal into Broadway in, after
dark. You couldn't get anything here
but a string OF beads and Navajo
ring. II you's to wait a year. Tomor
row you're off at daybreak."
"But you're coming. too?"
why. little gray goose. couldn't
get away on a bet
They were rather silent as they
drove into the little railroad town the
next evening. There were plenty Of
things to be thought of.
The big fellow stood on the platform
and watched the train pull out, and
the little figure in the gray gown and
turban left its impress on his heart
rather than his mind.
After all, there's a feeling of free
dom comes with this sort of thing
Jim walked up the street with light
step. There was a hum of congenial
ity about the open doors of the sa
looms, billiard balls clicked in secret
merriment behind curtained windows
while from the subterranean depths oil
some basement near by came the long
roll and cataclasmic clash Of the
bowling alley
'Hullo, Jim!" He was greeted or
all Sides No one dared ask him to
have a drink. and he stood talking
with the proprietor. A game of faro
was on at one side of the room; the
roulette wheel was thronged with
players; Mexicans, Indians and white
men mingled amid a perfect babel
above which rose the song of rather
corpulent halfbreed girl and the
stringy tones of an outworn piano.
"Hullo. Jeem!" said the singer
making her way toward him. "Yor
no spin EN- any more, no? You use
play-you use spen' lot O. da none!
Helm! You 'membah dese?" She held
up finger, displaying a fiashy ring
Mia said Jim. slowly. I'll blu,
that ring
You geev eet to me; 1 no sell"
Appealing to an instinct that he
knew to be strong in her, he stepped