The Snowflake herald., 1923-03-16


where's the-What in Time Are Yot
Totn'-a Gel or a Boy?"
room where the embers of a fire
glowed. There was no other light II
the big room, but there was suificien
to show the great form of Mormon
slowed away in a chair, asleep an
snoring.
Sam struck a match and lit q lamp
He struck Mormon nightly betweel
his shoulders.
"Gawd" gosped the heavyweight
partner. 81 been asleep But there
a kittle Of hot water. Sandy. Where
the-what in time are you tOtin'?
gel or boy?"
This is Miss Molly Casey" said
Sandy gravely. setting down the girl.
Miss Casey, this is Mr.. Peters Nor
mon, Miss Molly is goin' to tie up to
the Three Star for Bit
Mormon, little sheepish at the sud
denly developing age of the girl as she
shook hands with him, recovered him
self and beamed at her. "Yo're sure
welcome" he said. BOSS hired you?
Cowgirl or cook?"
Sandy noticed the girls lip culver
and he slipped an arm about her
shoulders. He was not womanshy
with this girl who needed help, and
who seemed boy.
Don't you take no notice of him
an his kiddin'." he said. ''We'll make
him rustic some grub fo' all of us an
then we-all III turn in. I'll show you
yOre room. Up the stairs an the last
door on the right. Here's some
matches. There's a lamp on the bu-
reau up there. Give you a call when
supper's ready"
He led her to the door and gave her
friendly little shove guessing that
she wanted to be alone
"The kids lost her father, lost most
everything 'cept her dawg," he said
to Mormon. Thought we might adopt
her, sort of, then / thought mebbe
we'd hire her-for mascot"
Lost her daddy? An me hornin'
in an tryin' to kid her! l amt got
the sense of a drowned gopher, some
times" said Mormon contritely
"She's game, plumb through, amt
she, Sam? Stands right up to trouble?"
"Y0u bet Mormon, open up can
of greengages will We? reckon she's
got q sweet tooth, same as me-"
Molly Casey was not through stand
ing up to trouble. They coaxed her
to eat and she managed to make
meal that satisfied them. Then she
got up to go to her room, with Grit
nuzzlfng close to her, her fingers in
his ruff, twisting nervously at the
strands of hair
"Do you reckon" she asked the
three partners, that Dad knows he
fooled me when he told me to jump?
If I'd known he cudn't git clear I'd
have stuck-Same as he would if |
was caught. Do you reckon he knows
that-now?"
I'D be surprised if he didn't" said
Sandy gravely. You did what he
wanted, anyway"
She looked at them gravely and
went out.
"Botherin' about playin' square in
jumpin'," said Sandy. "That gel Is
square on all twelve edges"
How'd you come to know so much
about gels?" asked Mormon.
Me? l don't know the first thing
about en- protested Sandy.
mo more'n any man." put in Sam.
"'Cept it's Mormon. He's sure had
the experience"
Experience" said Mormon. with
yaWn, may teach a man sOmethin'
about mules hut not wimmen. No,
sir, that feller in the pO'try who says,
i learned about wimmen from 'er,'
was braggin'. Now, this gel of Ca
sey's pears like what her dad 'ud
call a good prospect. but you can't
tell. Fools gold is bright enough bur
you can't change 1t to the real stuff
no matter how you polish it,"
Mormon, YOU warn't calculated to
handle wimmen. This III gel is game
as they make 'em, an | reckon she's
right sweet if she on'y gifts a chance
Leastwise, | see several signs of pay
dirt this afternoon an evenin as ]
reckon Sandy done the same. She's
been trailn' her dad all over HI an
creation, talllin' like him, swearin
like him. actin like him Never see
nothin' different. All she needs Is a
chance"
"What's the idee in plckin' on me?'