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Updated: June 29, 2025
I don't have to educate myself to the point where I know the Chisholm Trail isn't a proper kind of funeral hymn, Ward Warren." Billy Louise glanced over her shoulder and lowered her voice instinctively, as we all do when death has come close and stopped. "Jase died last night; that's his grave up there. Isn't it perfectly pitiful? Poor old Marthy was here all solitary alone with him. And Ward!
Billy Louise and Ward were married just as soon as Ward was able to make the trip to the county-seat, which was just as soon as he could walk comfortably with a cane. They stayed the winter in the Cove, and a part of the spring. Then they buried grim, gray old Marthy up on the side hill near Jase, where she had asked them to lay her work-worn body when she was gone.
The girl, snatched from the jaws of death by his valor would henceforth rest under such obligations as could be recompensed only by her favor but in the melee, her money would disappear. Jase had not come and the captive whom he was to take off their hands must either be done to death or liberated with a wagging tongue. Eventually the masked head-highwayman led two of his men aside.
There should have been discouragement in the coolness of the glance that she turned upon him, but Jase had the blessing of self-confidence. "Ye war thar yerself ye ought ter know," said Alexander curtly. Then she added, "An' don't call me Aleck my name's Alexander." Jase Mallows reddened to his temples.
"Them people wore quare clothes in them days!" he had whispered to John soon after the play began, and when Shylock made his first entrance, he said, "Ah, for Jase' sake, look at the oul' Sheeny!" "Ssh!" said John. "Don't talk!..." "Sure, why?..." "Ah, shut up," said John. He did not wish to talk during the intervals between the acts.
We often speak of you and wonder how you and that little girl get on all stark alone. I know how I should feel if Jase and Marty was left as you and Janice be." "Oh," gasped Janice, "she'd be dead!" "Well," mused her father, "Almira, living in such a dead place as Poketown, evidently considers that she knows about how she would feel in her grave." "Is it such an awful place, Daddy?"
Jase drew forth a greasy leather wallet and extracted a five dollar bill, which he eyed reflectively as if forcing himself to make up his mind, then suddenly handed it to Ralph, who thanked him but shook his head. "Dang it! Let me loan it to you then. Didn't you as good as save my life? Look, Clell wants you to take it, don't you, Clell?"
When the lad saw Jase throw back his hand, he dropped his rifle into the hollow of his left arm and brought the trigger to a half cock, advancing at the same time squarely into the middle of the road. "Grandpa tells me that you are the son of the man who shot my father, here, just six years ago," began the boy. "I knew it myself, but I didn't 'low you was to blame, 'less you uphilt him in it."
Then Jase clucked to his mule and rode away, with little Clell craning his neck to catch a last glimpse of Ralph, who, shouldering his rifle, began to retrace his steps towards home. As he proceeded his face grew grave. How would his incensed relative receive him? Since the grandmother's and his father's death Ralph and the old man had lived principally by themselves.
She really meant to do that, but the fish were hungry fish that day, and the joy of having a companion to exclaim with her over every hard tug even though that companion was only Jase enticed her to stay on and on, until a whiff of frying pork on the breeze that swept down the Cove warned Billy Louise of the near approach of supper-time.
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