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A Short Story by Morley Brothers
The sun waa hot upon til a land and
Doubl Mountain danced In the has, whll
Double, Mountain Fork, which emptied lt
self into tlw Braiso mile to the northward,
toHmed between its bar.Rs. Th sheep lay
In their campe about the scanty inesqulte
and the cut banks of th creek and under
a couple of eottonwoods rooting in the slow
waters. It was the Urn of d-y to do nothing-,
to soy nothing-, and to take lylnff down
the hammering tliat th sun and wind
could give. Jeff s&ld so. and he lay down
under his Cottonwood, near, which the sheep
panted, while he pluyed lailly upon a
ti kety old. mouthorgan. Andha knew Just
about as much about his tuives as the old
man of Arkansaw did, IJko him. Jeff
broke off in the middle. And. unlike him,
no stranger rode by to eke out the lala
end of th muster His fatherrcame-along
Instead, for the old man roused himself
from his bed in theold ahack by the creek
Itnd stared into the radiance of -the day
with on' shaking hand over his eyes.
""Jetty"-rt '
r.' Yep. V." said Jeff.-as ha scrambled
to his feevV' V '' '
Jie was, long, lean' and lank son of t);e
prairie sandy, freekeUd, hard and IB years
of age.
"Get up the pinto," said old Jefferson
J.-xter; ' I'm aln In' to go Into the city."
Young Jeff waa respectful because he had
hi-cn so all his Ufa. It never occurred to
Mm to bo anything else, for the old man
t.ifl u heavy hand, a fierce eye and the
temper -.which gives his cutting edge to an
merleaq But now he "retired" a little,
nid acconiintf to his own notion there was
reason for Jibbing. Ho scratched his shock
his mouthorsan away inside
ii shirt before he spoke. When he did
m,.uslc he uttered a fact without the least
ii,e of reproach, behind it.
"Vou was full las' night when you come
home, paw." he said.
"I was," said his falher, .
'And mebbs you don't reckleo' what you
told ins."
Jxxter shook his hefcd. ' '
vMy son. I don't reeklee one.wcrd. Did
I BpekT I'd a sort of klnkle I was speeuh-
liOS."
Young Jeff shook Ms head In turn.
"Far from It. p.w. tor you sat on the
tah'e a good while, and you yanked. ue
outer bed to hear." i
"What did I dlscoume of?" asked his
fainer. "! do hope I said nothing unbe
oomln' your fati.cr, Jeff. But since your
poor mother poyssed away Into the eternal
beyond I've bad has sense than I should
hi. Did I blsspheme any?"
Jeff nodded.
"O my, paw! you said offul things most
offul."
' Can you repeat any of 'em. Jeff?" asked
M father, anxiously.
"A lot I can," replied Jeff promptly,
liu; old Dexter' rclsed his hand.
VAly curiosity is sinful." he said, "and
Ziiir a Ire L.t;!i 1
tf brake's Palmetto Wine. It rWes Vlrnr ii
k'-i,j to the win. i body, nwii-Ni, bria ana
li iworairs HlouittcliS tlikt sis (r-akt'iitid by
( ii:u living til- lirn the uiuruus lining ot
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No
rarnam street, or aaaress
Windy Walker
I'll curb it. I'll offer up a general re
pentance schema when the stiffness goes
outer my knees. And you forget what I
said mighty quick or I'll flay you some, I
will. Get up tha pinto, Jeff." 1
Jeff showed reluctanoe to move.
"Paw, you mostly cussed one pusson.'
Dexter, who bad turned to go back into
the shanty, faced his son again swiftly.
"I done so?"
"You did, paw. And as far es I could
gather up the tale in the confusion of
your shoutln' you appeared to hev hed
some sort of a difficulty agin . with Mr.
Walker."
TVYtl'a fntA wna an ii1nr1 aa a tiiini!i.
5 loud when he heard what Jeff said. He
nodded and stared at the boy from under
his' heavy eyebrows, which drooped . like
bent thatch over his burning eyes.
"I do reklec," he said at lat ; "Him and
mo had words, I know bad words and
I've a notion the boys pulled me down and
held me. I knew, Jeff,' I had "business in
town and I couldn't prop'ly 16cate in my
mind what, it was; That man sure insulted
me In soma way. having done it before,
eayin' I'd brand mavericks as soon es eat
pie. And he went on to throw out hints
as to brand burning. Jeff, my son,
maverick ain't nothing; there's no reason
a mini shouldn't brand any beast as his
owner ain't keerful to put a mark on
But ' brand burning U a boss of another
color, and the Insult bit into me. I feel in
my bones ha. up and aald things, act, up
ine pinto, Jen.
-There -was vinlble distress In the tboy's
eyes, and he followed the old man Into the
house. i ' . . . ...
"Paw, don't you reckon It would be wiser
to wait a day? After your jamboree your
nana will shake some, and they do say
tnai walker shoots like death. There's
many he's killed, and you don't use your
gun oncet a year."
"Get up the pinto, boy," said Dexter.
"I cayn't wait a day to learn what he said
to me In the American house last night."
When Jeff opened hi mouth' acalu tha
old man bent his brows on him till his eyee
were aimoet invisible.
"Get up the ptnto. Jefferson," he said.
And poor Jeff ran out of the shack Into
the burning sun as the tears rolled dowa
Ms cheeks. i
"There no one but me. and sis she's In
old Vlrglnny, and Mr. Walker will kill him
for sure If they tell the trewth of Mm
But now paw's mad; he's mad, and mebbe
nis nana won t shuke."
He brought up th pinto and hitched
the skewtald into the rattling old Stude
baker wagon which was the carryall for
everj thing on Double Mountain Fork.
And when it was ready old- Dexter was
ready too.
"I'll twi back by midnight," said Dexter.
"Git ur, thar!" and he struck the horse over
the Sank with the double lines; and so far
as Jeff could see the old man never turned
his head attrps the pinto once got started.
Hut ths boy stared ax-ross the prairie down
the truck which Texana call a road till he
could see nothing but the brown grasses
of summer and the dancing liuse of noon
day heat. '
"Like enough," said Jeff, "I'll never see
the old man no more. He's stiff snd rlieu
Inmlcky, ui:d he cuyn't get uut no gun
faft enoulj for Walker. I dew wlh that
Wulkrr would run up afctu sumeone like
Itrn Ttiompuua. Den Thompson would
have inude Iilm look like a Mexican's
blanket, more huioa than wool. But Wal
ker don't ttke no o'laiurs trmuay. lies
no mute than a po4'r icol killer, and paw
a fiml "
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FROM CHICAGO SOLD AUGUST
LOOTS WORLD
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uiuui I'lUUULD, u. l. r. U.t Umana, mcb.
some coffee by heating .up the remains of
his dad's breakfuiit. It was a hard life that
he led and he never knew it. The world
Was big, ao he had heard, but West Vlr-
Ignia was the end of it toward the east. A
remote California waa In the far west. The
round and broken prairie was his world and
the slow creek his river. He wondered how
much bigger the Mississippi was; for his
mother, now in the cemetery at the "City
toward which the old pinto was going, h.ad
come Irom Memphis. , '.: u .
"I'd like to go to 81s in old Vlrglnny
said Jeff, as he took his mouth-organ out
Of his shirt and went to look, at the sheep.
"I reckon they don't care much for boregas
In Vlrglnny. I dew wonder some why paw
hankers after sheep when he has cattle,
A sheep Is sheer muck to a steer."
He sat by the bank of the "crlck', and
played his poor bits ot tunes, and presently,
a the sun westered and the thin shadows
of the mesqultes stretched two hours' Jour
nay on the grass, the sheep rose from their
camp and starUd browning. Jeff wished
for his dog, a lean mongrel with a big head
and wistful eyes, and started to loaf' the
way the . herd of sheep went. He played
as he walked. Once more young Pan piped,
and the . haze at least danced. But his
heart was heavy.
"I cayn't play worth a darn," said Jeff.
"I'm mighty anxious about paw."
He put away nls Instrument and. played
no more. - He spoke to his dog.
'Bob, old son, if that Walker puts lead
Into' the old man, I'll I'll blow a hole threw
him a rat ked crawl ftirew." '
"I'm darned sorry for the old man, whim
pered his son; "he ain't had no circus of a
life. Things was tough back east, so maw
used to let on, snd here they was tough
and then she died. He ain't bin th,e Name
sence, but more fierce and eontralry, and
he gets full three to one to what he done
when maw was alive, I daw wtuh. I'd hed
the aavvy to go in wlthhlra. But he'd
nvtjF h' let me." . v
At sundown he corralled the sheep and
their lambs In a straggling mesquite corral
against the raids of coyotes and went back
to the shanty. He cooked a mess of flour
and a bit of bacon, and ate his supper,
washing It down with a drink from the
creek. Then he sat outside on an upturned
keg which had once held nails and played
a HJtle more aa the night came on. The
stars broke out in the east and then they
Shone over him, and tha west was blue at
last as the moon rose In the east. The
solace of the time was upon him and for a
little while his heart was easier.
"The boys won't let" Wajker shoot him
up any," he eaia. noperuiiy: 'They're a
fine lot of boys to th city, and I reckon
some day they'll make Walker look like a
sieve." But when he went Into, the house
be took down his father's old shotgun and
looked at it
1 11 be th only one left, . said Jeff, as
he put It back In Its place; "the only one
but Bis." .. '
But nevertheless he slept soundly when
he waa once In the blankets, and he never
wok ttlUt was past midnight snd ths high
moon Risd th prairie almost as light aa
day. When he woke he sat up sudden y.
"Paw," he called; "paw es that your
But there was no answer, and he cam a to
himself.
I thot I heard the old man." he sld.
And even as he spoke he heard the foind
of a horas coming acrors the prairie at a
lope. ' He sprang out of bed and ran to the
door.
"That ain't paw, unless he's left vhe
wagon to the city, lis said. 'There s
times he will, when he ain't sober snd ain't
rightly full." .
Yet he knew how unlikely It was thot
he old man should do s new. There was
stlilum a time that poor old Iexter wasn't
"rightly full" when he came back home.
And the sound came nearer, nearer yet.
la" snothitr minute the homemsn ru"ed up
ouieiile the shack
E that you. Jeff?" be suHed.
'Why, certainly, lull !' ,' said Jsl,
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wlthra slnkln'gi)ea,'tt.. "What's brot you
this way? Hev- you. come from the city,'
and hev you seen my dad?"
Bill Davie got off his pony and, leaving
It with the bridle reins on the ground, csme
up to Jeff. He was a cowboy from Ennl
Creek and was not often that way.
"I've rode out to- tell about him," said
Bill quietly. -
"O," svd Jeff. 'I know. He's dead,
Bill." ...... ...
"He's gone', IJeff.t ' ' '.' '
"And Walker shot him?"
"He's the third Windy Walker has shot
and killed in two ' years," said Da vies.
"And 'twill be self-defense, Jeff. Your old
man started to pull on him and was as
slow getting out his gun as a mudturtle
on dry land. And Walker pulled down on
him and shot him three times before he
toched the ground. The poor- old man la
dead, Jeff. Don't grieve, Jeff."
But Jeff swallowed his tears.
"I alnt grlevln' now,, Bill Da vies. I'll
And time when Walker's dead," he said in
a choking voqe. . j '
. Bill Davles phbok" his bead.
" 'Twas self-defense, Jeff; It was, sure.
For la's' night they had a sort of difficulty.
and we held yuur old man down, and he
said he'd shoot 'Walker on sight. And
Walkef laffed. AnO we got your dad out
o town flghtln1' somethln' awful. And he
pulled his gun ''-first,' There's four to take
the stand and say-so. There won't be no
trouble for Walker: He says he'll do the
thing handsome and bury the old man In
style."
Jeff threw up his head. s
"You ain't defendin' Walker now, uri
you, Bill Da vies?"
The cowboy shrugged his shoulders.
"Me defend him, Jeff. He's the meanest
sort of murderer. He don't take chancna
with any but old men and tenderfeet. He
ain't the man to kill 'when it ain't self
derense. He looks for self-defense, and Is
greedy for it. I'd like to see him laid out
cold, and before I buried him in style I'd
see the dogs eat him,"
"I kill him," said . JfT. Will you
sleep here. WU, and Jend me your pony
so I can go . Into town and see Paw?
I'll send the pony back early."
"You kin ride," said pill, "I'll stay here.
Do you mean what you say, Jeff?"
"Bure's death," said Jeff; "ain't he killed
paw? Who els Is there?"- . .
Bill Davles took him by the hand.
"You're a man, Jeff, and I'll be proud
of you. But reckleo,' he's .quick on the
trigger. Don't take no chano. He won't
glv none." t ' . ,.
"I'll give him none," said Jsff.
"You're a boy after all," mused th cow
boy, "and if you kill him there'll b those
that'll sympathise. with you. But p'rhaps
you'd better go back to Virginia to your
sister."
To say so was to ease his mind of a hard
duty. Bill Davles felt much easier after It.
"I'm goln' back soon," said Jeff.
And he rod through th moonlight ta
th town. lie sent th pony back as soon
as b found -his father's body, which lay
In the back store of the man they usually
dealt with. And tha funeral was next duy.
Walker did not pay for It, for Jeff sent him
a message.
"He looked tolerable wicked," Said th
man, who took H tq th slayer.
"Did he?" sneered Walker,
tell hlni to H-ep out of my way
'You csn
Beer
Walker felt an Injured man.
"(loud God!" srnld Walker; "shall I have
to kill a boy?'.''
But Jeff wtut Kt k to his place on Double
Mountain cr k. and th memories of men
in me want tielng Cohort, the death of old
JeuVrnon Dexter wus a thing forgotten In
wtck. But the young on didn't forget.
And per hups Walkrr did not, for th prlds
of a limn ho kills and Is not tried, or who
is tried and aciiuiNed, I aomethlng Strang
to wu. lie feiuilca. lu his strength snd In
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his 'quickness, and taies up attitudes In the
little world In which he shines. And quiet
men said to themselves that Windy Walker
would not die in bed: But the trouble is
that quiet men do not kill unless they are
obliged to, and some men who looked
Walker In the eyes with a savage challenge
found him loth to take offense.
"I put up with a mighty lot now," said
Walker; "a man with my record should,
I want peace."
He still held his. own at th American
house, wher the trouble with old Dexter
had begun, and he lost a few dollars regu
larly to the gamblers who ran th. faro and
keno tables. They sneered at him, but
found him a paying streak In bad times
It he gassed a little they let him gas. And
th cltliens of th city, endured him. There
were some (quiet men who did not talk)
who wondered when his end would come,
For BUI Davles said a thing or two to
friends of his.
"The boy he a right to kill him," said
Bill, "and the right to get th drop un
seen. He s a boy!"
Jeff sometimes came Into town, but he
came Ir mostly by night, and no one knew
of his being there at all. He used to tie
up the old pinto outside the town and come
In quietly. He mostly lay about the empty
town lota that were at the back of the
American house and the Green Front, the
chief saloons In Colorado street. The gam
bling saloons of both houses were at the
back, and the windows looked upon a wast
of old boots, old kerosene cans and empty
tomato cans. But th blinds were usually
drawn. In suoh a "city," even though
law and order were gradually and with
gresut difficulty establishing themselves,
there were many who had a deeply-rooted
objection to standing In a bright light
visible to those who are In darkness.
There was never any knowing who might
be outside.
And very often Jeff was outside. Borne-
times he heard the voices of men he knew.
Bill Davles was In there at least once a
week. He heard Blmon Keats, to whose
Store his father's body had been taken:
for Blmon, though a respectable store
keeper by day, had a passion for faro
hlch bloomed after sundown. And some
times be heard Walker. But th window
ws shut and the blind was down.
That year, s It happened. September
opened with a blase of heat that tha most
Hardened old-timer felt. The sky waa
bras, the wind that came up out of th
gulf, growing hotter on th fat farm lands
of lower Texas, might have come from the
pit The high plateaux across which th
Texas ft Pacific railroad runs were burn
ing; stock died of drouth, th nralrl was
fired by th cinders of locomotives. In th
city, sunk beneath sand hills, ths heat
was intense and the nerves of men gav
way. They only cam out at night, and
men me saloon filled.
"By gosh, It's hot!" said 'Davles. who
had been taking three dsys In town. "By
gosh, It's hot! Bam, don't you reckon It
might be a trifle cooler If that window
was open?"
The bartender, down whose face the
molstur ran In streams, sdmltted that
the experiment might be worth trying.
Though whether It's bettsr here or out
side or In hell I cayn't say," he answered.
Who's afraid of hell In this weatherf
asked Windy Walker, crossly. "Open the
window, flam, and let me have a John
Collins. I've a thirst on m as If nr.iH
r was ragln' down my throat. I d'inno'
what foolishness brought me to Texas."
Bsm went to the window and pulled up
th blind. Br a curious Instinct, for It
wss hardly conscious, Walker and two or
three others moved out of the dlroct line
between It and the big lamp that lighted
the room. But Bill Devtee moved further
than any one. Then Ram opened the win-
ow, top and bottom, snd pullnd t lie blind
down sgsln. But Jt had been, up lone
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enough to show some one outside that th
wmaow was open
"That's better," said Walker; and he went
to the faro table and laid down a dollar.
"I don't get between him and the win.
dow," said Davles; "not much I don't.
Three times this month I'vs seen young
Jeff rldin" along to town at sundown, and
If hs elves Walker a chance he's a fool. If
I was a boy and had the same against
Wclker I'd say. 'Look out, Windy!' when
he was dead."
But the room was crowded and the play
went on. Davles didn't play; his nerve
were on the stretch. Something seemed
to tell him that Walker's time wss coming,
he felt as some do when thunder Is brewing
in a great and heavy calm. And suddenly
he went curiously white.
"That blind's higher than It was," he
ssld. But no one else saw It. They faced
the tables; the talk of the faro dealer went
on; a lucky man cried "Keno;" they swore
and cursed and drank. And then Davles
saw fingers at th blind cord only lingers.
The blind went up three inches. He drew
baek still further, and stood against the
wall with an extinguished cigar between
his teeth, and his' cow hat over hi eyes.
He looked at Walker, who waa In a crowd
Darn my luek," said Walker; "that's
five dollars."
He made a motion' to get out of those
who stood with him, and Bill uavtesai
most called out to him.
It's not my funeral," hs said grimly.
as he restraineo nimseir. aim no iju
again at the window. On the sill close to
the corner he saw something move a little.
"Thst lets me out," said Walker, curs-
Ing as he stepped back clear of his com
panions. And he did so there was a
deafening report. Bill saw fiame leap rroro
the muscle of a gun, and Walker threw up
his hands and casned horribly. Then he
pitched upon the floor and lay there. A
dosen men had their "f una" In their hands
at the sound.
"By God," said on of them, "that was
from the winder-"
One man,' quicker that the rest, put up
his hand and pulled the string of the lamp
and the room was In darkness. GUI Da
vles jumped, to the window and . through
it. and cam upon Jeff Dexter with h!
shot gun in hi hands. Tha boy was
crying dreadfully. Pefor they could speak
other men followed Davlaa and some came
round th house from the front. i
"It's Jeff Dexter has done it." said Bill.
There was a curious gasp o relief from
those' who stood by him and 'Jeff. Old
Blmon Keats was the first to speak.
"Boys, he had a right to," he said.
"Walker killed his dad. and he's a bey
He had no call to speak to Windy first.
ui.der no circumstances."
Hut Jeff still sobbed.
"What'll we do. boys?" sakefl BUI Da-
vies.
"We'll save th bey trouble, said Keats
"It's allowed young Jeff ain't done no harm
In killing Windy?"
"That's so," sala the bystanders.
"Then send him. back to Virginia to his
sister," said Keats. "There's th east
bound express due In less'n twenty min
utes. Will you go bud?" '
"Of course he'll go," said Davles. "Hev
you any money, Jeff?"
Jeff had none on him. A dosen men
offered h!m bills snd silver. . .
"And I'll buy you out, stock snd all, Jeff,"
said old Keats, "st a price that all here
will ay Is fair."
"Hear, hear," said th crowd.
"And what's more, I'll go with you to
Fort Worth," sld Keats. "Com along,
sonny, there s no time to lose."
They welkod towsrds th railroad d-pnt.
'One of us'!! go to th city marshal snd
say Wlndy's gone Up the flume," said Bam,
the bartender. "And we'll drop a hint th
boy has mle back to his runrh.
And as ayir1ked. Jeff held Bill Davie'
hand and trvjil.led, violently.
"Mr. Ktat-v I'd Jiks to glv Hill my dog
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Bob and rny" old' pintd -piiny,""1 h';'k(M!
"Will you take them. Bill?" . . .
"To be sure," said Bill.
"The plnto's tied to a meaqutt t'other
side of Wolf crick." said 'fefjf,. "H's.
mighty good pony for slow work."
"I'll not huatle him," ssld BUI:. And they
reached the depot Just as the eist-bound
express came In. s
"Buck up," said Bill, "you donavright,
Jeff."
"Did I?" asked Jeff.
"Sure nuff," said Pill.' "Wlndy's dead."
SOME KHtHEH HINT'.
When weighing molasses sprinkle the
scale well with flour and then It wlil slip
off again quite easily without sticking.
A plain brown or green wall paper makes
an Ideal background for pictures, and the
absenoe of pattern on walls adds Immensely
to the apparent else pt the room.
When tomatoes and milk a"re to be put
together, as In a cream Soup have the
tomato Juloe and milk of the same tempera
ture, than heat vigorously, aa th tomato
is added, little by little.
A good general rule always to remember
In the use of gelatins Is to soften the mil.
atln In cold water, then to dissolve in
boiling water. Neg:eet of either part of
the process will cause trouble in maklnar
Jellies. '
Keen a String ba. it will be found mnet
Useful In tha kitchen. It should he hunix
up in some special plane and all. pieces
of string that come tied around parcels
shou'd be put In It. String In constantly
required and It is far better to know ex
actly where to find a piece than to be
obliged to hunt about and waste time In
searching for this necessity.
l
Ho Exfcriicn
in St. Lcuis
Liberal Aecou.medUns at Moderate
Kate Assared by' tha Adaaia
Istratloa. The management of the St. Xoule World's
Fair (a determined that visitor to the
great exposition shall enjoy ample accom-.
modatlpns at reasonable rates, hence under
Its auspice an enormous hotel, called Th
Inside Inn. has been erected Inside toe
grounds of the exposition.
This splendid hostelry Is three stories
high, 400 feet wide and too feet long. It
contains spacious parlors, reading rooms
and reception rooms. It dining room
and restaurant seat 1,600 people at a tlni
and it contains t,t5? sleeping apartments.
All visitor to this hotel enjoy the sama
service and the same excellent table,
th rang ot prices being determined
imply by th location ' and sis
of th room. Th 'hotel is run on botn
th European and American plans and
rate vary from I1.10 to KZ3 par day,
European, and from P OO to fl.M, American,
Including admission.
Ths Insld Inn It under tha personal.,
supervision and management of Mr. B. M. '
Statler, th wall known restauranteur of
Buffalo, which fact alon guarantees th
high quality of the cuisine and service,
Th comfort and convenience thus af
forded visitors In not having to go outside
the grounds or of Incurring th trouble
and crushing ot street oars and suburban
railway service cannot be overestimated.
Onoe a visitor la registered at The Inalde
Inn no further admission fee to ih exposi
tion Is charged, and after a tiring morning
or afternoon on csa readily return to their
room, wash and rest up, refresh them
elves with a flrst-clasi meal snd then
turn out and enjoy the pleaeurei of the
evening In the exposition ground. i
The enormoua capacity of The Inalde Inn'
aeaurea good accommodations fi.r all, no
matter hn or In what numbers lh..y coma
but those who prefer to re.erv ni-
rooms In advance an do so now.
Full detuila of ratts and reservations can
be had by sending a postal card ta Th
Insld Inn, car of AdmlnUtraUoil Uli
World' alr Grounds, it
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