The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1915-10-25
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For two years hea had led the If, of a cowboy, exiled from his kind, go 1nE with the boys from lower Texas to Kansas along the Chisholm trail, over seeing great herds of cattle, caring for them day and night, scarcely ever un- der a roof, even that of a dugout. Through rain and storm the ground had been his bed. During these tive years of hard life, reckless companions and exacting duties he had easily slipped into the grooves of speech and thought common to his fellows. Only 5hts face, his unconscious movements and accents distinguished him from the. other boys of "Old Man Walker" the boss of the G-Bar outfit, On no other eondition but that of apparent assimi- aat1on could he have retained his place with Walkers ranchmeu.
 For two years he had seen no one Hike the girl of the cove.
 That was wonderful hair, it's brown dresses gleaming, though untouched by the sun,Sas if in it were enmeshed in numefable particles of light. The face was more wonderful. There was the seal of innocence on the lips, the proof of fearIessness in the eyes, the touch q of thought on the brow, the sign of V4kR R0Se d4OQkx AAC LESO40tC A4CI4S5 C44l- SThe slender brown hands spoke of life aan the open air, and the glow of the cheeks told of burning suns Her form, her attitude, spoke not only of instinc- tive grace, but of a certain wildness in admirable harmony with the surround. ang scene.
 It seemed to him that in this young girl who had the look and po6se of q woman, he had found what hitherto he had vainly sought in the wilderness the beauty and the charm of it, re fined and separated from it's sordidnesss and uncouthness-in a word. from all that was base and ugly.
 At last he tore himself away, re traced his steps as cautiously as he had come and flung himself upon the pony left waiting at a sheltered nools far from the cove. As he sped ove7 the plains toward the distant herd il came to him suddenly in g way not be fore experienced that if was May, thai the air was balmy and fragrant an1 that the lind, softly lighted in tht, clear twilight, was siHgHlaFly beauti fuI He seemed gbreat thing the roses back home, which recalled another face, but not for long The last time he had seen that eastern face the dew had lain on the early morning roses. How could face so different make him think of them
 The e Bar headquarters was, on the western bank of what was then known as Red river, but was really the North s fork of Red river ssOId Man Walker, z who was scarcely past middle age had built his corral on the margin of the plain which extended to that point in an unbroken level from a great dis tance and which, having reached that point. dropped without warning q sheer precipice. to an extensive lake
 The young man reached the corral afteg a ride of twelve or thirteen miles most Of the distance through coun try of difficult sand. He galIopeG up to the rude inclosure, surrounded by a. cloud of dust through which his keen gray eyes discovered Mizzoo on the eve of leaving camp. Mizzoo was one of the men whose duty it was to ride the line all night-the line that the young man had guarded all day-to keep Walkers cattle from drifting
 Come on, Mizz, called the young man as the other swung upon his bronthos I'm going back with yol.''
 The lean. leather skinned, sandy mus tached cattIeman uttered words not meet for prina but expressive of hearty pleasure ..Ain' you had enough of it, BfH2 2 he added. 'I'd think you'd want eo lay up for tomorrow's work
 "Oh, I ain't sIeepy." the young man declared as they rode away side by side q couldn't close an eye tonight, and I want to talk,
 MiEzoo was so called from his habit of attributing his most emphatic mphorfsms to e.his aunt, Miss Sue of Missouri, 7 a lady held by his com panions to be a purely fictitious char acter, convenient Mrs. Harrfs,'' to give weight to sayings worn smooth from centuries of use.
 -eI,ll talk my head off, Mizzoc de clared. eff thatll keep you on the move with me-,
 What I want you to talk about is that little girl you met on the trail down in Texas seven years ago.
 MizEoo burst out in a hearty laugh .'T reckon it suits you better to take k, her as a little kid he cried, his tall form shaking convulsively. ''I'H never forget how you looked. Bill, when we tried to run bluff on her daddy last month. Yep. Old Man Walker never knowed what proposition he was handing us when he ordered us to drive the old mountain lion out of his lair. Pity you and nc was 9t the tail end Of the attacking party Fust thing we knowed them other four gaIoots was falling backwards a-getting out of that trap of cove, and the bullets was Whjzzfng about our ears''-
 He broke on to shout with laughter "And it was all done by one old settler and his gal, them standing out open and free with their breech loadaFs. and us hiking out for camp like whipped cursl''
 The young man was impatient, but he compelled himself to speak calmly. "As never got around the epur of the mountain before you fellows were in full retreat, object te being chased with the Whfppad CUTS. and YoIl,Ii henr