The Washington herald., 1921-06-05

boys; and they've always let you or
pretty light in their frolics- don't
mind it,"
But you don't understand per-
sisted the Marquis, pieadingly. That
man is county judge, and his acts
are binding. i can't-oh, you don't
know"
The cook stepped forward and
took the MarQuis's hands.
sally Bascom," he said, Il know!"
You know faltered the Marquis,
trembling. And you-want to
More than 1 ever wanted any
| thing. Will you-here come the
boys"'
/ The cow-punchers crowded in,
laden with armfuls of decorations
'Perfidous coyote" said Phono-
graph. sternly. addressing the Mar
Quis. Air you willing to patch up
the damage you've did this ere slab
| sided but trustin' bunch O. calico by
| single-footin' easy to the altar. or
will We have to rope ye. and drag
you thar"
The Marquis pushed back his hat,
and leaned jaunuy against some
high-piled sacks of beans. His
cheeks were flushed, and his eyes
were shining.
Go on with the rat kiIlin'." said
he.
A little while after . procession
approached the tree under which
Hackett,- Holly and Saunders were
sitting smoking.
Limpy Walker was in the lead,
extracting a doleful tune from his
concertina- Next came the bride
and groom. The cook wore the gorJ
geous Navajo blanket tied around
his waist and carried in one hano
the waxen-white Spanish dagger
blossom as large as a peck meas
ure and weighing fifteen pounds.
His hat was ornamented with mes
quite branches and yellow ratama
blooms. A resurrected mosquito bar
served as a veil. After them STUN
bled Phonograph Davis. in the char
acter of the brides father, weeping
into a saddle blanket with sobs that
could be heard a mile away. The
cow-punchers followed by twos,
loudly commenting upon the brides
appearance, in a supposed imitae!c-
OF the audiences at fashionable we'd
dings.
Hackett rose as the procession
halted before him, and after a little
lecture upon matrimony, asked:
What are your names?''
Sally and Charles" answered the
cook.
Join hands, Charles and Sally"
Perhaps there never was a
stranger wedding. For, wedding 1t
was, though only two Of those pres
ent knew IL.
When the ceremony was over the
cow-punchers gave one yell OF con-
graduation and Immediately aban-
doned their foolery for the night.
Blankets were unrolled and sleep
became the paramount question.
The cook (divested of his decor
ations) and the Marquis fingered fer
moment in the shadow of the grub
wagon. The Marquis leaned her
head against his shoulder.
Il didn't know what else to do"
she was saying. Father was gone,
and we kids had to rustic. had
helped him so much with the cattle
that l thought I'd turn cowboy.
There wasn't anything else l could
make living at. l wasn't much
stuck on it.. though, after got
here and I'd left only"
only what?"
You know. Tell me something.
when did you first-what made
you
On, 1t was as soon as we struck
the camp, when Saunders bawled
out The Marquis and Miss Sallyr"
1 saw how ratified you got at the
name, and 1 had my sus-"
"Cheeky!" whispered the Marquis.
AND why should you think
thought he was calling me Miss
Sslly'?"
Because" answered the cook,
calmly, Il was the Marquis. My
rather was the Marquis of Boro-
dale. But you'll excuse that, won't
you, sally? 1t really isn't my fault,
you know"
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