Shoshone journal. [volume] (Shoshone, Idaho) 1884-1931, 1920-02-06
You Have Begun Early Young Eel.
low" He Said Quietly.

"They were last night, anyhow. =
Curly answered, with a gllmmer of (
smile.
Cullison looked quickly at Maloney
, and then at his daughter.
I'll listen TO what you've been hid.
Ing from me" he told them.
"Oh, the boys had notions. Miss
Kate argued with them and they saw
things different" the Bar Double NJ
rider explained.
But Culison would not let il go at
that He made them tell him the whole
story. When Curly and Maloney had
finished he buried his daughters little
hand in his big brown fist. His eyes
were dancing with pride, but he gave
her not Il word Of spoken praise.
Kate spoke TO Curly. Father wants
me to tell You that we don't blame you
for shooting at him. We understand
Just how II was. Your friend got OK
cited and shot as soon as he saw he
was surrounded. We are both very
sorry he was killed. Father could not
stop the boys in time. Perhaps YOU re.
member that he tried to get you to
The rustler nodded. Eyes, l heard
nm boiler to me 10 put my gun down.
but the others blazed away at me-"
"And so you naturally defended
Yourself Father wants II made clear
lhat ne feels you could have done moth
ing else"
Much obliged I've been sorry ever
since l hit Him, and not only on nv
own account"
Then none of us need to hold hard
Feelings The girl looked at her fa-
.her' who answered her appeal with a
grim nod, and then she turned again
10 the young rustler a little timidly. 81
wonder If YOU would mind if asked
You a question"
You've earned the right to ask as
many as you like"
ITS about We have heen told
'ou know the man they call Soapy
stone Is that true?"
Fiandraus eyes took on stony look
I was as II something had sponged all :
ne boyishness from his face. Still try (
ng TO get him 10 give away his part /
Iers In the rustling, We're they? Well
e would show them he could take his {
iedicine without squealing. |
Your boys were asking that cues [
lon about Soapy last night They had !
rope round my neck at the time 5
'othing unfriendy in the matter, of {
purse. Just casual Interest In my
oings" q
Cullison was looking at him with {
le steel eyes that bored into him like S
gimlet Now he spoke sharply.
I've got an account running with f
,apy Stone. Some day III settle II. n
Sely. But that amt the point now. n
D you know his friends-the bunch n
trails withf'
WEAKNESS stiil seemed TO crouch in II
e cool ewes OF Flandrau. n
And II say yes. III bet your next IN
estion will be about the time and
2 place last saw them" "
Kate picked up photograph from
tho's aud handed II TO the prisoner. -
ere not interested In his friends al
'ept one OF them. Did you ever see W,
boy that sat for shat plctureY be
me print was snapshot OF boy bu
ut nineteen. a brightfaced hand ri,
re fellow, a little sulky around The tn
nth but With pair Of straight hon. he
eyes. III,
uFiy SHOOK his head slowly. Yet he he
vaguely reminded Of some one he wa
" Sla9cing up, he found lnstant. tn,
he clue 10 what had puzzled him. de,
young man IN the picture was like asst
G Culiison, like her father, too. for got
mBtter or
les Your brother The words she
? out before Flandrau coald stop ma