``You ricollect, dad,'' says Jim, ``her
mammy?''

``Yes, Jim,'' I says; ``all the better
reason not to be too hard on Rosie.''

I'm a-lookin' fer 'em both back right
now, stranger; an' ef you will, I'll be
mighty glad to have ye stay right hyeh
to the infair this very night. Thar nuver
was a word agin Rosie afore, thar hain't
been sence, an' you kin ride up an' down
this river till the crack o' doom an' you'll
nuver hear a word agin her ag'in. Fer,
as I tol' you, my boy, Jim is the shoot-
in'es' feller on this crick, I reckon, 'cept
ONE, an', stranger, that's ME!



THE SENATOR'S LAST TRADE


A drove of lean cattle were swinging
easily over Black Mountain, and
behind them came a big man with
wild black hair and a bushy beard.
Now and then he would gnaw at his
mustache with his long, yellow teeth,