Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1913-06-23

hesls astsfn, ana the sun int scorch.
Ing down among the pines. Women ID
inffeQuent, and spite OF al my 'sxpe.
riences with the late Mrs.. Smith
most fortunate deceased. life amt al
complete without a mate II amt no
harm to any woman, mother. II Just
varies OF my trail to survey the SUI.
rounding stock.
Mrs. Jubbin passes hsrseH OF for
. widow, and all the boys at the mine
take notice that she can cook. Apart
from that, she's homsly 40 . barb-wire
fence. and Bubbly Jock her husband.
ain't deceased to any great extent, be-
ing due to finish his sentence along In
October, ana handy besides with .
Tiao.
Then Of the three young ladies at
Eighty Mile, Sally Is sound PROPOSE
ton, but numerously engaged to the
stage drivers and teamsters along the
CaTiboo Road. Miss With. the school
ma'am, keeps a widow mother Win
tongue and teeth. 20 them 10 smells
the SSs:. !!s ware e the trap. That's
why Miss With stays single. The
other girl il a no-account young per.
son. Not that I'm the sort to shy At
. woman for squirting. the Same being
quite persistent with sound morals.
but hold that 2 person who
scratches herself at meals amt never
quite the lady. She should do 1t pri-
vAte.
There's the Widow o'Flynn on the
trail to Hundred Mtle,-she's harsh.
with a wooden limb. Besides she
wants to talk old times in Abilene.
don't.
While rye mostly KEEP away from
the married ladies', and said deliver
US from temptation" regular every
night, there was no harm as came
along down, In being sorry for Mrs.
Trevor. Women are reckoned mighty
cute at reading men, but I've noticed
when I've struck the complete polecat.
that he's usually married. So long as
woman keeps her head she's wiser
than a man, but when she gets ratified
she's q sure fool. She'll keep her
head with the common run Of men.
but when she strikes the all-round
stinker, like horse runs into fire.
she ups and marries him. Anyway.
Mrs. Trevor had got there.
Said to be Tuesday.
Trip before last was the first time
seen this lady. Happens Jones reck-
oned she'd been appointed inspector
OF snakes. 30 I'd had to lay off at the
spring, and Mrs. Trevor comes along
to get shut of her trouble. She's hun
cry; she amt had anything but her
prize hawg to speak to for weeks, and
she's as curious as Mother Eve any
way.
Surely my meats transparent by
the way her voice struck through
among my bones. II angels speak
like her I'd die to hear. She told me
nothin. not one word about the
trouble that's killing her, but her
voice made me want to cry. If you'd
spoke like that when was your pup
py, you'd had no need Of that old
slipper, mother.
Cause 1 couldn't tear him away
from the beef bones. I'd left Mick up
At the Skyline, or I'd asst that lady
to accept my dog. You see, he'd bite
Trevor albright, wharas has to diet
myself, ana my menu 10 sort of COM
plete. Still by the time she stayed
in camp. my talk may have done some
comfort to that poor woman. She
didn't know then that her trouble was
only goin' to last another week.
You'd have laughed If you'd seen
Jones after she drank her fill Of water
out Of the hubby spring, crowded
with soda bubbles. She just goes hic,
tittup. bic. down the trail. changing
steps as the hiccups jolted her poor
old ribs. The mare looked 90 blamed
funny that at first l didn't notice the
tracks along the road.
To judge by the hind shoes, Mrs..
Trevors mean colt had gone down
toward the river nsc more'n ten min
utes ago, on the dead run. then back
up the road at racking out-of-breath
trot. Something must have gone
wrong, ana sure enough as neared
point of rocks which hid the trail
ahead, Jones suddenly SHE'D hard in
the midst Of hiccup. There was the
Widow Bears track right across the
road, and Mick had to yell blue blazes
to get the other ponies past the
smell. Ahead OF nae the tracks of the
Trevor colt we're dancing the width
Of the road, bucking good and hard at
the stink of bear. Then rounded
the point Of rocks.
There lay Mrs. Trevor IN a heap.
Since Jones would have SHE'D over
the tree-tops at corpse or Whit Of
blood. l knew she'd only tainted, but
felt at her breast to make sure.
tell you it felt like an outrage to lay
my paw on sleeping lady, and still
worse I'd only my dirty old nat TO
carry water from a seepage in the
cliff. My heart thumped when ! knelt
to sprinkle the water, and when that
blamed humming-bird came whirring
past my ear, I Jumped as though the
devil had got me. splashing the hatful
over Mrs. Trevor. At that her eyes
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