Vernon County censor. [volume] (Viroqua, Wis.) 1865-1955, 1913-10-22

70 TOT Bones, Iron sings ne the mail
pouch. and | hits the trail. I aim TO
make good bush grass in the yellow
pines by dusk. and the second day
brings me down 10 Browns Ferry,
three miles short of my home. From
the ferry there's q good road in via
ter TO Hundred Nile House. so I tote
the cargoes over there BY sleigh.
There my contract ends. because Tear
ful George takes on with his string
team down TO the railroad. PG have
that contract. too. only fearful is a
iow-liyed sort OF person, which can
feed for dsllar a week, whereas
when get down TO the railroad rm
more expensive
Your affeetionate son, JESSE.
Rain-storr1 coming.
P. S.-Yes. It's a good lie. and 1
don't envy no man. Still II made ne
sort OF thoughtful last time az swung
along with that Jones mare smuggling
at my wrist. little Mick swapping rear
heels astern. ana the sun Just scorch-
ing down among the pines. WomeI Is
infrequent, and spite of all my expo
rienees with the late Mrs. Gmith--
most fortunate deceased. life sin't all
complete without mate. It sin't no
harm to any woman, mother, IL I Just
varies on my trail to survey the sur.
rounding stock.
Mrs. Jubbin passes herself of for
widow, and all the boys at the mine
take notice that she can cook Apart
from that. she's homely as a barb-wire
fence. and Bubbly Jock. her husband.
amt deceased to any great extent. be-
ing due to finish his sentence along in
October. and handy besides with Q
rife
Then of the three youne ladies at
Eighty Mile, Sally is a sound PROPOSE
ton, but numerously engaged to the
stage drivers and teamsters along the
Cariboo Road. Miss With, the school
ma'am, keeps a widow mother with
tongue and teeth. so them as smells
the bait is ware of the trap That's
why Miss With stays single. The
other girl is a no-account yoang per.
son. Not that I'm the sort H. shy al
a woman for squirting. the same being
quite persistent with sound morals.
but | hold that person who
scratches herself at meals amt never
quite the lady. She should do it pri.
vate.
There's the Widow o'Flynn on the
trail to Hundred Mile,-she's harsh.
with a wooden limb. Besides she
wants to talk ole times in Abilene.
don't
While I've mostly KEEP away from
the married ladies', and said deliver
us from temptation7 regular every
night. there was no harm as came
along down, in being sorry for Mrs.
Trevor. Women are reekoned 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 man, but when she gets ratified
she's a sure fool She'll keep her
head with the common run of men,
but when she strikes the all-round
stinker. like a horse runs into a 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 rock
oned she'd been appointed inspector
of snakes, so I'd had to lay off az the
spring. and Mrs. Trevor comes along
to get shut of her trouble. She's nun
CRY; she amt had anything bEt 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 Though
among my bones. If angels speak
like her Ia die 10 hear She told me
nothin', not one word about tine
trouble that's killing her. but her
voice made me want to cry. If you'd
spoke like that xhen was your pup.
Ply, you'd had no need of that old
slipper. mother.
Cause / 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. wharGs | has to diet
myself. and my menu is sort of com
plete. Still by the time she stayed
in camp, my tax mag have done some
comfort to that po.r woman. She
didn't know then that her trouble was
only goln' to last another week
You'd have laughed If you'd seen
Jones after she diNnk her I'LL of water
out of the bubbll spring. crowded
with soda bubbles. She Just goes hic.
tittup, hic. dowa the trail, changing
steps as the hiscups' jolted her poor
old ribs. The t9are looked so blamed
funny that at :.rst | didn't notice the
tracks along tpe load.
GRO Re- CoNTINUEDO