News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1913-07-23
wants to talk old times in Abilene. 1

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don't.
While I've 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
a woman keeps her head she's wiser
! than a 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
I seen this lady. Happens Jones reck-
oned she'd been appointed inspector
of snakes, so 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. If 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 l 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, wharas l has to diet
myself, and my menu is 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 bubbly spring, crowded
with soda bubbles. She just goes hic,
tittup, hic, down the trail, changing
steps as the hiccups jolted her poor
old ribs. The mare looked so blamed
funny that at first I didn't notice the
tracks along the road.
To judge by the hind shoes, Mrs.
Trevor's mean colt had gone down
toward the river not more'n ten min
utes ago, on the dead run, then back
up the road at a racking out-of-breath |
trot, Something must have gone !
wrong, and sure enough as l neared !
a 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 me the tracks of the 1
Trevor colt were dancing the width |
of the road, bucking good and hard at
the stink of bear. Then l rounded !
the point of rocks.
There lay Mrs Trevor in a heap.
'SAhSC OOllSo NOulu nave SUlGu over
the tree-tops at a corpse or a 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 a sleeping lady, and still
worse I'd only my dirty old hat 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, l jumped as though the
devil had got me, splashing the hatful
over Mrs. Trevor. At that her eyes
opened, staring straight at my face,
but she made out sort of smile when
she saw it was only me.
"Jesse!Y
Eyes, ma am"
seen my husband?"
mo, ma'am."
Il don't know what's come over
him., she moaned clenching her
teeth; "he fired at me-"
THAT gun I traded him?"
-Four Shots"
"You was running away when your
colt SHE'D at the bear?"