The enterprise., 1916-10-05

AS she warbled at night to the long horns,
Or when pointing her fathers trail herds.
She was happy and as good and as loving,
AS an angel could possibly be,
With always a smile and a greeting,
For tough old cow-poncners like me.
But what l was startin' to narrate
Before you cut into the game,
Was love affair she tangled up in,
And the tragical end of the same.
You see she was borned in this country.
Her mother. woman of gold,
Kissed her baby and lined out for Heaven
When Beauty was seven days old.
The boys, you see, nicknamed her
Beauty
At feedin' her out of the bottle,
But dress her-We never could learn.
So Pete he sent off for nurse girl
And a teacher (not stunning for looks),
TO give her the care of a woman,
And learn her the knowledge of books.
Thus Beauty grew up at the Home ranch,
And learned how to shore ride and shoot.
Also play and sing on the pianer,
And to tie down a wild steer to boot.
And charming-why, partner, the sun
They scrapped for the sweets of her face,
And the, alkali dust and the zephyrs,
MY JOSACJCo W SCL oCCOAu Pldcc.
So was it wonder young Dawson,
The son of a neighbor of Pete,
Lost his heart to this rose of the prairie
And his love for her couldn't be beat?
"Buck"-that was the handle he went by
Had pre-empted some learnin' at school
And in a gun fight was sure cool.
And there wasn't no man round the coun-
try,
Could ride with him down the Red Lane
lie could rope, fork, and ride with clean
saddle
Any outlaw that ever wore name.
They'd been youngsters brought up to-
And Dawson was surely dead game,
| His father a wealthy oldtimer
| All burdened with early day fame.
Yes, Beauty loved Buck" that was Ger
But gals ways are never forseen,
And you can't tell what's liable to happer
Between the betwiXt and between.
So when young fellow from college
Comes a romancin' like out this way,
| Well. things looked little promiscous
And there was the devil to pay.
OF course he was welcomed by Beauty,
AS the flowers are welcome in May
His college pin pleased her l reckon,
And he had girl catching way
But wait till I roll me smoke, pard,
To filter my bad feelin's down,
Makes me, wanter shore squander som
powder
When ponder on that sneakin' houn'.
Well. we was all out on the roundup,
When this college masher. you see,
Ran off with old Yellowstones daughte,
The pride of the U. p.
Now, old Pete he shore worshipped hi
daughter.
:, Loved her better than money or life,
For she was the pride Of his old age
The gift Of his beautiful Wife
SO he and young Dawson together.
With hearts like the lead in their guns
Hit the trail of this college bred villain,
And secured him before many suns.
The gal they found up in Butte City
He'd deserted her up there, Won know:
But Dawson caught him near the border,
Where numerous cottonwoods grow.
And there in the depths of the forest,
With the beasts and the birds lookin' or
They fought to the death with their bowies
Till the Eastern bred feller was gone.
And Beauty-she married "Ruck" after.
But never seemed happy or gay.
Like The fh;,1Sauny 1RSeauty we'd worshipped fror
She Just dropped. shrunk, and withere
away.
Yes, she paled like the flowers in summe
And died with the leaves in the fall
And we buried her close to her mother,