The Kenna record. (Kenna, Roosevelt County, N.M.) 190?-1924, 1913-10-31

lauleS doesn't BLOCK ike COumOn
people. No, In spite of the pain-rack-
ing and the fear-haunting, she
laughed, and it done me good. She
said looked like Mr.. Polio Belvi-
deary, dago she'd met up with In
Italy. Dagos are swine, but the way
she spoke made me proud.
Washing day after supper.
We weren't more than halfway
down to the river when we heard Ire
vor surging and yelling astern, some
where's up on the bench. At that
broke to trot, telling the lady to let
out howl the moment 1t hurt beyond
bearing. / wonder what amount of
pain is beyond the bearing of real
thoroughbreds? That lady would
burn before she'd even whimper.
Nearing the ferry my innards went
sick, for the punt was on the far
bank, the man was out of sight, and
even Jones wouldn't propose to swim
river with cargo of mineral and
deck load AS we got to the door Of
Browns cabin, Trevor hove in sight.
iep' to the ground, giving Jones
hearty slap on the off quarter, which
would steer her behind Browns cab
In then with one jump l grabbed oil
man Browns Winchester rife from
its sings above the hearth, showed
home two cartridges from the mantel,
rammed the muzzle through the win
dow-pane, which commands a view up
the trail, and proceeded to take stock
Of Mr.. Trevor.
The mans eyes being stark staring
mad, 1t was a sure fact he'd never
listen to argument. / waited, follow
ing with the rife until the horses
shoulder widened out, giving me a
clear aim at the heart.
The horse finished his stride, but
while l was running to the door he
crumpled and went down dead, the
carcass sliding three yards before 1t
stopped. AS to the man, he shot
long curve down on his back in
splash of dust, which looked like a
brown explosion, His revolver went
further on whiriing, until stump
touched off the trigger, and its bullet
whined over my head.
Z Next thing heard was the rapids,
like church organ finishing a hymn,
and Mrs. Trevor's call.
you've killed him%
mo, ma'am, but he's had an acct
dent. I'll take him to the cabin for
first aid"
Trevor was sitting up by the time
reached him. He looked sort of
sick.
Get up" said l, remembering to
be polite in the presence of a lady.
Get up, you cherub."
Instead of rising, he reached out a
flask from his pocket, and uncorked
to take little nourishment l flicked
the bottle into the river, and assisted
him to rise with my foot. my poor
erring brother" said l, please step
this way. or I'll kick your tail through
your hat"
He said he wasn't feeling very well,
SO when l got him into the cabin, |
let him lie on Browns bed, lashing
him down good and hard. gave him
a stick to bite instead of my fingers,
which is private. Now" said l,
your name is Polecat. You're due
to rest right there, Mr. Polecat, until
get the provincial constable"
gathered from his expression that
he'd sort of taken a dislike to me.
Swift and the mare were grazing on
| pine chips beside the cabin, and Mrs
Trevor looked wonderfully peaceful
Your husband" said l, "is resting"
She gave me wry laugh, and see
ing she was in pain. poured water
over her foot.
That's better" said she. how good
you are to mel"
Old man Brown was coming across
with a punt. mighty peevish because
I'd dropped a horse carcass to rot at
his cabin door, and still worse when
he seen / had a lunatio roped in his
bunk. / gave him his Winchester,
which he set down by his door, also
dollar bill, but he was still crowded
full of peevishness. wasting a lady's
time. At last l hustled the ponies
aboard the punt, and set the guide
lines so that we started out along the
cable. leaving the old man to come
or stay as he pleased. He came. Fact
is, / remembered that while l took
Mrs. Trevor to my home. I'd need a
messenger to ride for doctor, nurse,
groceries, and constable. I'm afraid
old man Brown was torn some.
catching on a nail while l lifted him
into the punt. His language was plen-
tiful
Now thought I'd arranged Mrs.
Trevor and Mr.. Trevor and Mr..