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“Coyote=That> Bites. ’ ’
/ Continued from Sixth Page.)
•Wow you’ve woked him up an' ’polled
h said Dubs in a tone of accusation,
want his knife now an’ we can't
r,iar wiv it any more.”
'sure enough the Coyote-That-Bites
rlid shake his brown legs and arms quite
vigorously, but the last two swallows of
LpScal held him down. So, after turn
ing'over and burying his hatchet-like
ace in the sand, he lay quiet again
‘ when he had turned over, was brought
into view the rifle which had been con
cealed bv his dirty blanket. Dubs eyed
the weapon with covetous eyes. He
could not withstand the temptation of
feeling it all over, standing it on its
butt and trying to shoulder it, but this
last feat he could hardly accomplish.
fust what it was that kept his lingers
off the hammer and trigger and pre
vented a sound that would surely have
brought the Coyote to his feet with a
,-ell I am sure I cannot tell, but Dubs
flayed with that fascinating weapon for
aearlv an hour, while Gay poured sand
3ver the cartridges, hiding nearly all of
them from view.
By this time the sun's rays were on
|he long slant, and the children were
hungry. By this time, too, the Apache
vas growing restless, for the mescal
lad lost its grip upon him. A train
[hundering by, or, much less, a “swift”
Crushing against his black foot, a spider
dropping on his face, or even a big fly
nizzing at his ear—any of these would
have set his demon force into play
again, and the turn from potential to
fkuietic energy would have been fruitful
Id disaster.
I But the children could not wait tor
Such demonstrations as those, though
Ivhv it did not occur to Dubs that the
■Coyote’s ear needed tickling with a
greasewood twig, the LordTmly knows, i
g The wind was up now' and the w'ires !
were murmuring again. The wee ones
had sported in the black shadow long
enough—had played w'ith the fangs of
■he deadly serpent until they were tired
and their stomachs were empty. So
they set off on a trot for home.
I Just as they turned the bend and came
in sight of the low' roof of the little
red station, a “dust-devil” swept by
the rocks where lay the Coyote-That
Bites. He jumped to his feet, grasped
hi' empty sheath, gave a mad whoop,
and started about in feverish rage. There
lay his knife, half-covered by the sand,
and there wras his rifle, far from his
side. Here was his cartridge-belt,
empty, and all about him were countless
little footprints.
|1 A bewildered look stole over his face,
btu it passed away w'hen his eyes rested
Or the empty demijohn. The expression
that displaced it w\is one of demoniacal
ferocity, and the lust for slaughter lay
heavily upon him. But the cartridges—
where were they? He saw Gay’s
mnund of sand, and kicking it, gave a
grunt of delight to see the brazen cap
sules that w'ere scattered right and left
by his foot.
9 He picked them all up, grunting and
gloating over each one. Filling the belt
grasping the rifle, he started off
■ the direction in which the small foot
prints led. His eyes scanned the plain
■ every turn and his breath was hot
j®d strong. But when he turned the
V curve and saw' the station, he knew'
tta. he was late—too late—and he gave
aigrunt of disgust and was off like the
wind over a side trail that led toward
tile sunset.
|gln the low'-roofed station-house the
njother crooned to tired little Gay, ly
«|gso soft and limp in her arms. She
«£>*ed out over the desert, saw. the sun
Wc. 1n?..the tips of the solemn giant
cacni with purple dots, saw the prickly
Jrr sbrubs holding their grotesque
arms above the great sweep of sand that
ran down to the low horizon, and felt
the inspiration of .the scene, as she had
felt it before. For the desert has a
beauty that is all its own!
She had worked hard that day and
she was as tired as the children. It
had been a hot day and a tedious one.
She knew that other women in the
great cities and in the cool green val
leys might pity her in that desolate pot, 1
but as she gazed about she felt, that
she needed not their pity. Dubs came 1
and leaned his head against her arm,
where she sat, and little Gay nestled
down with a tired sigh. Yes, there was
much, she thought, to be thankful for.
And, in truth, there was!
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Saturday, July 20, 1907
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Dealer in
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As this question is frequently asked, w*
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until she has given it the benefit of Mns.
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Try It, Mothers—Try It Now.
He sure and use that old and
well-tried remedy,

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