Published weekly, and entered at the poatoffice
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Is Common Trouble
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How She Won Him
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Women folks can usually git the
wildest kind of fellers to eatlu’ out of
their hands by just feedin' ’em flat
The sorriest horse In the world can
tell the difference between just good
emellln’ feed and the kind thnt will
stick to his ribs, but it's just once in
awhile you’ll find a man that knows
what’s good for his soul.
Bill Christy was this kind. He was
also the handsomest man 1 ever saw.
He come to work at the Walkin'
Stick ranch nnd went by the nnnie
He had so much energy he worked
the reBt of us to death tryln’ to keep
up with him. There wasn’t any un
dertake’ he wasn’t equal to except one
thut had women connected with it He
just wouldn’t stand for the skirts, and
his favorite pony, Limbo, was just like
him in this respect
Ed Beverstock, owner of the Wnlkin'
Stick, had been married just a year.
His wife had been to school back east
and liked to put It on strong. She
brought a cook with her, and us boys
was so tired of batchln’ that we wel
comed her .right now.
When summer came Mrs. Ed takes
up a notion to have a big house party.
So she invites a crowd out from town
and also Mr. Lawson, the rich, unmar
ried owner of the D Blanks, a neigh
borin’ ranch. Ed tells us boys he has
hired a band of three pieces at $25 a
day to play for the dancin’.
“You fellers have at it," he says
“Your pay goes on Just the same, but
you are paid to show the company n
The evenin’ before the bunch nrrlv
ed the wind stopped blowin', nnd so
naturally the windmills stopped pump
in’. No matter how many fiestas are
in progress, cattle still want to drink
“This is too bad," Ed says, “but you
fellers can take turns runnin’ the en
gine so none of you will miss much of
“No need of that,” says Chris. “I'll
run the engine night nnd day. This Is
where I slough.”
The whole house party centered
around Delia Dumont, a schoolmate of
Mrs. Ed’s, who had never been in the
west before. She seemed powerful
pleased with our way of doin’ things.
By the first evenin' they nil got on
to Chris not likin' the girls, and every
female in the bunch begins to make a
smoke at him. They nearly badgered
him to death, but timidity ain’t a fail
in’ with Chris, nnd he held his own.
The second mornin' several couples
of us have Just come in from a ride
and are loungin' on the front gallery,
with our saddles on the fence, where
we’ve left ’em.
Chris rides up in a gallop on Limbo
and throws the bridle over his pony’s
head and mukes for the dog house,
which is our name for the bunk house
in this country. He never looks at us.
but runs in for a pair of pliers to fix
somethin' about the engine.
Dee Dumont runs out to Limbo, in
tendin' to put her saddle on him for
fun and show us a stunt, though no
body knew her intention.
Dee don’t know about western sad
dles, so she starts to pull this one off,
and, it bein’ strapped to Limbo, he be
gins to kick, and Dee trips over a root
and falls. In a second or two Limbo
has made some bad dents in $75 of
Bill Christy's increment invested In
that hand carved saddle. We all run
to Dee, but Chris beats us.
He helps her up without even askin'
if she’s hurt and then calls Limbo
some awful bard names, fellin’ him
to come there.
"I’m so sorry about your saddle, Mr.
Christy," says Dee. “I was just seized
with a wild desire to ride your pretty
pony. I do hope you’ll forgive me. It
was all my fault.”
“Limbo won’t stand for women,” be
says and rides off.
The last night of the bouse party
the wind began to blow so the engine
Ed Beverstock looked up his engi-
“Step to It tonight. Chris,” he Bays.
“It’B your last chance, and the ladies
are all anxious to dance with you."
There wasn’t any gettin’ around It.
so Chris washed up and put on his
serge clothes and a soft white shirt
and a dark blue strip of tie down the
“Wonder if he dances as well as he
looks." suys Miss Hubbard, the school
teacher from Headwater.
“Divinely.” says Mrs. Eld. “I don't
know what might have happened if
I’d seen him before 1 saw my hus
“Nothin’, believe me!" says Dee Du
mont and they ail laugh.
Dee bad been the life of the crowd
all week, teachin’ us turkey trots and
aviation glides and learnln’ our fancy
stunts like “Put Yonr Little Foot”
and “Cornin' Tbro’ the Rye." that was
so old they was new to her.
I bad Just bad a twostep with her
and kept sayin' to myself that tomor
row was the last, and I was half glad.
Dee makes for the back door of the
big. broad hall, where Chris Is smokin’
and chattln' tbe music-inns. I'u» trail
in’ along ufter her, nnd Lawson saun
ters up just as we do.
Chris has been dancin' every time,
but has never gut around to Dee.
"Mr. Christy." Buys Dee. "if they'll
piny for us I’ll tench you the turkey
trot next time." And she smiles at
him and the musicians too.
“Thanks,” tays Chris, throwln' away
his cigarette, "but I've got this num
ber. Try me again."
She turns away to hide the way her
lips is quiverin’.
Lawson steps up.
“Miss Dumont," he suys, "may 1 have
I was glad ho accented honor. I liked
him better than 1 did Chris right then.
But don't you know before thw dunce
broke up Chris asked her to waltz with
him, and she did.
I tell the whole outfit goodby nt
breakfust the next mornin' and make a
sneak. You know how it is the day
nfter. I was sleepy, nud wo was goln’
to rouud up nnd brand the next week.
Some of the boys had to drive the vis
itors and musicians to the rnllrond;
others helped to clean up nt the house.
Chris had been down tinkerin' with
the engine since before day. I Intend
ed to help him. but when 1 got down
to the tank he was inside the shack
and didn't sec me. He had an old cot
out at one side of the engine house
screened by u clump of mesquite. I
dropped down on it
I could see a blur of green made by
tho Bermuda grass on the bank of the
tank nnd the droopin' willows that
bend to the water's edge. There was
no sound but the creak of the wind
mills and an occasional unpretty word
that Chris let go nt the engine he was
tryin’ to fix. The ranch house was a
quarter of a mile away, so 1 was sur
prised to see through my half closed
eyes a white spot ngnlnst the green.
This kinder woke me up, nnd at the
same time Chris said an awful word
and hurled his monkey wrench through
the door of the engine house.
There was n big splash aud a little
scream. Chris come runniu’ out on
“Did It strike you?" he snys. with
more excitement in his voice than
had ever heard before.
"No,” says Miss Della Dumont, hold-
in’ her handkerchief to her face, “it
only splashed mud nud slime ou my
clean white linen. And I suppose the
curl has nil come out of tny hair nnd
my face Is wet and dirty. No, it didn’t
strike me," she repents. “Areu’t you
sorry that it didn’t?"
“Why. no,” says Chris, nnd there
was laughter in his voice now. "Why
should I want to hurt you?”
"Because.” she says, "that seems to
have been your sole aim in life durin
the last week—that aud makin’ me
ridiculous. I want you to know that
have not forgotten your failure to ac
cept my apology when 1 tried to re
move your saddle and got it all scarred
up. I shall never forget your rudeness
when 1 asked you to dance with me.”
“I ■ couldn’t stand my partner up,
could I?” asks Chris, innocent,
asked you to try me again,” he says.
“And, besides. Lawson was there. He'i
one of your gallant scouts."
“Yes, he is,” she says, "hut I sacri
ficed his friendship in duncln' with
you afterward. He said if I had had
one ounce of independence I would
not have done it.”
“Well, I don’t know that you would,”
says Chris, thoughtful.
At that she boiled over.
“You brute!” she says quick nnd fu
rious. “You are the most Insultln
man I’ve ever known. All the rest
have seemed to want to please me. I’ll
tell you why I danced with you. though
I scorned to tell Lawson. It was be
cause Eve asked me to overlook your
The way she said that last word
made old Chris wtnc-e a little.
“She told me you practically owned
this ranch and had been backin’ Ed
all this time; that without your money
it could not run. Shp Is afraid to cross
you, but I’m not. Because you are
good lookin’ and conceited you believe
all women are attracted to you.”
“And now you’ve told me what
am and what I think,” says Chris, cool
and calm, “maybe you’ll tell me bow
you happened to come down to tbe
engine house this mornin'.”
“I was leavin’ today.” she says, “and
I could not go until I hud seen you
I wanted to tell you that. If this was
my ranch you shouldn't stay on It a
day; no. not an hour. I hate you. 1
loathe and detest you! You dog!"
But before she got the last word out
be bad her In his arms. He'kept pusb-
ln’ back tbe little c-url that falls against
her face and klssln' the spot be
“Why, you little cat!” he says de
lighted. "You have got a temper.
Thank goodness you are not one of
the spineless kind. This Is all you
lacked to make you perfect in my
light I'd begun to despair of your
havin' any spirit. I’d almost made up
my mind I'd have to lose you. but ntiw
—now! Why, It's my ranch,” he says,
“and you shall stay on It—always!”
She was strugglin’ hard to git away
“Yon beauty!” be snys. low ribd
careenin'. “You darlln’! My, how I cbd
He kept holdln’ her that way nnd
klssln' her face and hair because she
would not give him tier lips.
"Stop!” sbe says at last. "Stop hold-
in’ my arras this minute.”
There wns somethin' in her tone that
made him let her go and step back a
little. I expect be thought 6be was
goln' to slap bis face—I did.
I’m goln’ to tell you what she done.
She puts her arms around bis neck
and bolds up her lips to be kissed.
I bear him draw a sharp breath.
“You old dog!" she says when he
gives her a chance to speak.
Funny what a difference that word
Tribute to Sainted Fannie Crosby.
To those who duly appreciate the
power and beauty of a Christian life is
given to feel deeply the loss when one
who represents such a character is re
moved from among the living. It is
with inexpressiblegratitudeand thanks
giving to God that I pause to join the
many thousands in acknowledging the
power and influence of her beautiful
life, so full of God, and to day mingle
with them my tents of joy and sorrow
—of sorrow, because of our infinite
loss—of joy, because of her eternal
gain. In all Christendom, when the
church bells ring for the worship of
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mingle with the hymns of praise and
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to the throne above, or as we move
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along the highways where God seems
nearest, and our hearts break forth
with the song—
"Take my life and Jet it be
Consecrated, Lord, to Thee,— M
let us remember that such was her life
—a call and inspiration to ub to a better
and holier life.
What eubiime visions of the “be
yond” was granted her, we can faintly
conceive by her constant fellowship
with God. Thank God for such a life.
A. L. Hamby.
Greenville, Ga., Feb. 17th.
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