The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1933-06-09

"Indeedl 10 that possible. Mr.. Ho
bart?" Then, 1t suddenly dawnins
on her that her conversation with Ken
Hobart hitherto could have been COW
cred in five hundred words. she was
appalled,. not only at his garrulity but
at her own. isn't this conversation
getting trifle-personal and delicate.
Mr.. Hobart?" she suggested. Really.
haven't the slightest idea why l am
discussing such an intimate subject
with you"
"Well, have. want to discuss It."
he replied calmly. "When | discover
that Don Jaime has ridden away to
get killed because life won't mean a
thing to him after you're gone-and
when I find you running your peaches
and-cream complexion crying over this
greaser-"
"How dare you? He's not greaser 70
Nobody but greaser would act
the way he does. Well, as l was say
ing, having discovered the lay of the
land, l felt it my Christian duty to
interfere and offer some sound ad-
vice."
'What do you advise, Mr.. Hobart?"
"Would you marry this Higuenes
hombre if he asked your"
Roberta blushed furiously and hung
her head.
"Come," Mr.. Hobart urged, "this Is
serious business. There's a question
before the house and it merits an an
swer. Would you marry the idiot and
chuck all your sheep money into the
pot with him and help extend his irri-
cation system and buy about thou
sand pure-bred Hereford breeding
cows?"
81 would, gladly. If l married him
I'd be his partner as well as his
wife. could be good partner"
"None better" agreed Mr.. Hobart.
well, If you want him, go get him.
He's yours for the asking"
"Mr. Hobartl How dare you? No
girl asks man to marry her!"
That's why we have so many old
maids, Miss Antrim. Now. listen to
me. If you hop aboard that horse of
yours and ride after Julio he'll lead
you to that old branding corral where
he and Don Jaime are going to dig in
and do some fancy shooting. You'll
have time to get to the scene of the
festivities before they get going, have
your little pow-wow with Don jaime,
and then beat it back here before
dark"
ooh, Mr.. Hobart, 1 couldn't! I'd feel
so brazen. I'd die of shame"
"Very well, then, die. Don Jimmy is
sure to die, because he doesn't want to
live. OF course he'd never let you
know that, but right here in this note
he left me he says: 'Adios, amigo.
See that Miss Antrim gets to the sta
ton all right, and whatever you do,
don't plant me in the same cemetery
with her uncle You can save hui
man life If you care to. If you do not
care towel, that's your own bust
| ness"
Roberta got up, walked to her horse
and mounted him. THANK you a lot,
| Mr.. Hobart" she gulped. You're
true friend"
I'm glad i measure up. I'd be out
of luck if the boss wife got sore at
me. Hello, here come Caraveo and the
trucks. l must head him off and send
him down the road few miles far
Their, to save time" He made flying
leap to his horse and galloped away to
meet the riding boss.
Just as Roberta disappeared over
the skyline he gave Enrico Caraveo
his orders, then without waiting for
his five men to follow he galloped
swiftly after the girl.
On it." he muttered, 81 got so
interested fixing things for Don Jimmy
l clean forgot that girl wears pants,
and two-gallon hat. Some one OF
| those roughnecks may mistake her for
a man.