Newark leader. ([Newark, Ohio]) 1917-1946, 1923-06-15

fond of sayin' Of myself thet I'm the
last Of the old cattlemen. Wal, Stew
arts not a native westerner, but he's
my pick of the last Of the cowboys.
Sure, he's young, but he's the last Of
the old style-the picturesque-an
chivalrOus, too, make bold to say,
Miss Majesty, as well as the old hard
art. An I'm only sayin' a good word
for him because he is down, an mebbe
last night he might hev scared you,
you bein' fresh from the East"
Madeline liked the old fellow for his
loyalty to the cowboy he evidently
cared for; but as there did not seem
anything for her to say, she remained
silent.
Miss Majesty, reckon, bein' as
you're in the West now, thet you must
take things as they come, an mind
each thing little less than the one
before. If we old fellers hedn't been
thet way we'd never hev lasted.
"Last night wasn't particular bad,
ratin' with some other nights lately.
There wasn't much doln'. But had
hard knock. Yesterday when we
started in with bunch Of cattle /
sent one of my cowboys, Danny Mains,
along ahead, carryin' money he'd to
pay off hands an my bills, AMI want
ed thet money to get in town before
dark. Wal, Danny was held up.
icf,~ bn To-
strange Greasers In town lately, an
mebbe they knew about the money
comm.
oval, when l arrived with the cat
tie | was some put to it to make ends
meet. An today wasn't in no angelic
humor. When I he'd my business all
done went around pokin' my nose
heah an there, tryin' to get scent Of
thet money. An l happened in at
hall we hev thet does duty fer Jail
an hospital an election-post an what
not. Wal, just then it was doin' duty
as hospital. Last night was fiesta
night-these Greasers hev a fiesta ev-
cry week or so-an' one Greaser who
had been bad hurt was layin' in the
hall, where he he'd been fetched from
the station.
THE hall was full of cowboys, ranch.
ers, Greasers, miners, an town folks,
along with some strangers. / was
about to get started up this way when
Pat Have come in.
Pat, he's the sheriff He come into
the hall, an he was roarin' about
things. He was goin' to arrest Danny
Mains on sight. Wal, jest polite-like
told Pat thet the money was mine an
he needn't get riled about it. An
if l wanted to trail the thief l reckon
I could do it as well as anybody
"Then he cooled down bit an was
askin' questions about the wounded
Greaser when Gene Stewart comes in.
Whenever Pat an Gene come together
it reminds me Of the early days back
in the seventies. Jest naturally ev-
erybody shut up. Fer Pat hates Gene,
an | reckon Gene amt very sweet on
Pat.
"'Hello Stewart! You're the feller
Pm lookin' fer said Pat. There was
some queer goings-on last night thet
you know somethin' about. Danny
Mains robbed--Stillwells money gone
your roam horse gone-an' this
Greaser gone, too. Now, seem thet
you was up late an prowlin' round
the station where this Greaser was
"""nd it amt unreasonable to think
you might KNOW now ne got plugSeu
is it?
Stewart laughed kind Of cold, an
he rolled cigarette, all the time eyein
Pat, an then he said If he'd plugged
the Greaser it'd never hev been sich a
bunglin' job.
Il can arrest you on suspicion,
Stewart, but before l go thet far l
want some evidence. want to find
out what's become of your hoss. You've
never lent him since you he'd him, an
there amt enough raiders across the
border to steal him from you. It's got
queer look-thet hoss bein' gone
You was drunk last night?
Stewart never batted an eye.
You met some woman ON Number
Eight, didn't your shouted Have.
81 met a lady, replied Stewart,
quiet an menacin' like.
"'You met AL HammOnd's sister, an
you took her up to. Kingsley's. An
cinch this, my cowboy cavalier, I'm
goin' up there an ask this grand dame
some questions, an if she's as close
mOuthed as you are I'll arrest her!
Scene Stewart turned white. l fer
one expected to see him jump like
lightnin, as he does when he's riled
sudden. But he was calm an he was
thinkin' hard. Presently he said:
Pat, thet's fool idee, an if you
do the trick it'll hurt you all the rest
Of your life. There's absolutely no rea-
son to frighten Miss Hammond. An
tryin' to arrest her would be such
Id outrage as won't be stood fer In
Ell Cajon, If you're sore on me send
me to Jail. I'll go. If you want to
hurt AL Hammond, go an do 1t some
man kind of way. Don't take your
spite out on us by insultin' lady who
has come hyar to hev little visit.
We're bad enough without bein' low