The Ekalaka eagle. [volume] (Ekalaka, Mont.) 1909-1920, 1915-12-17

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~ s'pose you heard all the pertic'Iars?"
an don't do nothin' to hurt nobody.
Quaire sort O Teller, Alb is, sho'. How
you git long with George Stevens?"
Quite WELL"
Like 'im?"
why should l dislike him."
Dunno, I'm sho'. Sometimes a Teller
dislikes another Teller 'thout no reason
'parently. Lowed you mought be that
way bout George. mebby. Putty mid
dim fair sort O. Teller George is, take
i'm up one side an down t'other; close,
though-my land, closer n the bark on
a sycamore tree. If he had a half in
terest in a flea he'd lay awake all night
schemln' up how to beat the other fell
Ter out O. his sheer O the hide an tai
Ter. Pretty close George is. Putty
blame close sho'. Got a pow'ful dog
gone nice little woman, though; peert
as a cricket an sharp rs a tack an
putty as a pictur'. How you like herr"
This question, fired at Ross so uneX-
pectedly and 20 pointedly, almost took
him off his feet and caused a flush to
mount to his face. How did he like
her? That was a sacred secret which
only God and himself knew. Regain
ing his compoSure, he answered calmly:
II like her splendidly. Why
shouldn't II"
II knowed in season you would"
Jake said. Pears like she's kind O
your sort, right smart edicated III high
gone nation she ever went IN married
George Stevens for. Hain't no moro
suited to each other than nothin'. Jest
as we'll hitch a young filly up with Il
old OK an 'xpect them to pull together.
Lord, a man sorter after your style is
the kind suited to her. Guess you no.
ticed that, amt you"
Ross gave the old man one curious,
inquiring glance. then started away.
II must be going" he said. lit is
getting late, and they will be waiting
supper for me-"
"Oh, don't be snatched," Jake re-
piled. ""Tain't late at all, yit. Hain't
never seen nor heard nothin' O. that
young jayhawk 1 war tellin' you bout
that time, l reckon?"
"No. Have you"
"Nary a blamed thing. Sorter dog
gone quaire how he ever managed to
git away so blame slick, hain't it,"
ut seems rather strange"
"Does so. Pears like he must a jest
melted, or somethin'. Reckon he must
a-been a pretty doggone cute sort O
Teller. Don't you tigger him out that
erway?"
"Perhaps he was. If you were to
find him now l don't suppose you'd
give him very rough treatment, would
you? Not after all this long waltz"
"Oh, not specially rough, I guess
help. Allus hang or shoot a Teller jest
as nice an easy as we know how"
"Would you hang him If you were
to find him now?"
"Why, sho' we would. Lord a-massy
man, why wouldn't We"
ut has been so long that l thought
probably you had got oyer your de-
sire for revenge"
at hain't been so long that he's got
over bein' a jayhawk, l bet. Yes, stree!
Wen be moughty sho' to hang i'm if
we ever ketch i'm. Wouldn't you like
to ha tho,. whom yya do it2r
Ross grinned dryly.
II hardly think l would" he replied.
"Hain't fond O hanging, eh?" Jake
questioned.
II have never been present at one
and l am sure l have no desire to be
present at that me-"
II blieve you'd enjoy it,
II scarcely think l should"
"Ha, ha! Kind O funny how some
folks air that erway. hain't it? jest
can't a-bear to see Il Teller hung. Lord
wouldn't miss seem Il hangin' for
punty. Ruther miss my dinner any
day. Reckon, though. thar hain't nc
use talkin' bout hangin' that jayhawk
Low we hain't a-gwine to gil
to ketch i'm"
You have given up all hope of that
have YOU"
Almost. Hain't likely, is it, he'd be
stoppin' round yere all this time an Us
not be able to run acroSt 'im?'
Doesn't seem so"
mo; l take it he's gone. But how ii
the doggone nation he eve managed tt
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