The Sunday telegram. [volume] (Clarksburg, W. Va.) 1914-1927, 1915-04-25
BY B Will ! Z Seaton.

Nv SKUNK. He Frltted his teeth'iin an
other burst OF rage. "But I got him
branded he went on. land II I eyer
meet UP With him again. ] won't get
caught quite SO easy. This la sure
my lucky day. Set afoot twice, shot
MP once. and nothing to eat since last
night. That's going son1e-" Z
Walking over to the creek. he knelt
down and bathed his mead and face
in its cold waters. Then. feeling won
derfully refreshed. he set out across
the moonltt plain for Jim Heney's.
His wound. he was glad to discover,
had plowed deep fi1rTnw along his
scalp: a bloody, painful hurt, but not
at all serious
Big. good-natured ] Tim Heney was
noddins over his pipe and beginning
to think of bed. when he was aroused
by the loud continued barking OF his
dogs and the crunch OF notfal1s ia the
yard. Tt was rather late for visitors
in that lonely locality. but without
stopping to sider4that. Heney threw
the door wide open and peered out
into the night. ~ e.s ~
Hello"' he baW1ed. IN hearty vel
comea roar that almost shook the
little ranch house. Put your boss in
the corral and come in and set,
stranger!
It'll do thatslast. JIM responded a
tall figure near the gate. but my
I'm travelling on shank's mare to-
night a.f Z Il tas
At sound of the voice HeneFs sprang
down5the steps with 4 whoopo OF joy. J
(" It it Amt Dave Morgan!!"s he bel
lowed Come in Dave. come IN -
seIzing his visitor By the hand and
fairly dragging him indoor'I amt
seen you ina ground-hog's holiday.
son Where. YOU been? What-Good
God Almighty" This last as the lamp
light streamed across Morgan's
bloody face.
Its nothing much. Unjust a
scratch" said the deputy.i IN answer to
hts friends look of wondering solici-
tude. Some son at a skunk tried to
bushWhack me while ago. Got any
thing to eat handy? I'm as hungry as
a she-wolf in springtime.,'
Almost lifting his guest in his Draw
ny arms, despite his protests, Heney
sat him down In the largest chair he
owned. and shouted in stentorianto tones
for his Chinese cook When that
worthy appeared and departed In
quest of food, the ranchman opened a
cupboard and took therefrom tall
black bottle and thick glass.
Take a little shot o'fthis here,
Dave" he urged, thrusting half a tum-
blerfu1 Of the raw spirit into the 9TH
#er's hand. It'll brace you up. Aft
erWards I'll take squint at that sky
piece o. yours"
With a sigh OF relief, Morgan
stretched himself out in the arm
chair and did as he was told. Heney's
bluff hospitality acted like a power
full sedattve on his faded body. and
he had hard work to keep awake while
his host washed the cut in his scalp
and brought It's edges together with
+ a strip Of plaster.
There, said the latter, at length,
that amt as good as the doctor
could do, mebbe. but It'll pass. You'll
be o. X. after nights sleep. Dave.
But who in hades done this? You
look like you'd been in a nixup."
was, answered Morgan, between
huge mouthfuls Of the cold beef and
bread and butter which had been
placed before him by the little China
man. "but not the kind you think,
Jim. Met up with a stranger about
ten miles from here and he took a
snapshot at me just for luck. He sure
lis a nice, sweet-sccnted party, that
Jasper And he went on and told He
1ney Of the days occurrences.
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