University of Santa Clara - Redwood Yearbook (Santa Clara, CA)

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12 THE REDWOOD you ' ve got another think a comin ' an ' if you don ' t like the way I am adoin and the boys I run with, you can saddle up your nag and hit the trail. Without a word he arose, went to where his horse was tethered, brought him over, saddled him and after gather- ing up his belongings, mounted. He east a parting glance at his former com- rade, who was looking another way and was playing with a stick; then he turned his horse and rode away. Two years had passed since the two had parted. No one knew where either had gone. Once in a while Charley came to the store but no one asked questions and as he was not of a very talkative disposition no one learned any particulars. One day he dropped into the store and found there more men than usual. Everyone was glad to see him as they generally were. One of the men spoke up. Well, Charley, did you come to join the search? We ' re most all here and if you haven ' t got nothing very important to do maybe you ' ll come along. We want you and that there gun of your ' n. It ' s worth all the rest of our ' n put to- gether, ' cause we ' ll likely have some trouble. Charley looked interested. I haven ' t heard of any search but I suppose its my duty to go if some feller is gettin kind a familiar with somebody else ' s cattle. Yes, enjoined one of the fellows, and your boss is one of the losers. About an hour after this conversation, the party set out on the man hunt. For three days they rode on towards the south. They thought that the thieves would be hiding in the Arwaca moun- tains, and accordingly they went in that direction. On the fourth day they came upon a camp where the thieves had stayed the night before. The fun will begin soon, said one of the men to Charley, after the camp had been made and the horses unsad- dled. Yes, was the brief answer. After a pause Charley took his companion ' s arm and led him to a sandy place near the camp. Look! he said; there on the sand in large letters was written the name, Joe Chatman. Sink me, and may a mule die of heart disease, if it ain ' t your old pard, said the other, If that don ' t beat the jumpin ' horse of Red Harry. That puts you in more ' n a mess, don ' t it, and what you ' re going to do? A moment ' s silence ensued in which the two men looked at each other, and then Charley spoke. My duty, though God knows it ' s hard enough to go in this case. Shake on it, Kid; you ' re a man. Charley shook his hand and at the same time said, appealingly, Jim, you won ' t say anything about this to the boys, they mightn ' t take it right and think I ' ve got cold feet. Jim smiled.

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THE REDWOOD ii AN ARIZONA EPISODE One evening late in May two dust- covered cowboys rode into the little town of Arwaca in southern Arizona. They rode up to the only store in the town, an old adobe building containing the post office, the dry-goods depart- ment, the grocery department, and the house of the clerk all in one. In front of the door were tied several horses be- longing to other cowboys who had stop- ped over to see what was going on. The two men dismounted, tied their horses with the rest, and went into the store. Hello! Charley! said one of the men who was lounging in the store, just come in ? How are the cattle down below on the flat? O pretty fair! — not much water though, was the answer of one of the late arrivals, a tall, well built young fellow of about twenty-five. He was dark and to all appearances very strong. His attire consisted of a pair of chaps, a blue shirt, a red bandana handker- chief around his neck, and round his waist a leather belt well stocked with cartridges and from which hung a six shooter, seeming altogether in keeping with the wearer. The other was a short man of about thirty years of age dressed much like his companion, but unlike him, rather clumsily built. Those two men are the best friends on the range or in Arizona, for that matter, remarked one of the loungers to another. Yes, was the rejoinder, they seem to be together a powerful lot. Yes siree! where you find one you ' ll find the other every time. By this time the two men having quit the store with a few articles they had bought, were riding on their way. They camped that night about two miles above the town. The two men were silent and went about their separate tasks without a word. After supper when the dishes were put away and they sat down for their customary smoke, the older man broke the silence. Charley, what ' s the matter with you lafely. today especially. You seem so quiet and seem to have forgotton how to talk; what ' s the matter, man? Well, Joe, I might as well let you know what I am thinking about. There ' s no use beatin ' around the bush and it might as well be settled now as later. His words were few and to the point. Joe, he continued, you have to quit Salver or quit me. That fellow ' s a bad egg, and I won ' t have anything to do with him or any one who does. Now you ' ve got to swear to me right here and right now, that you ' ll have nothing more to do with him or else you and I split trail and separate to-night. Say, Kid, exclaimed the other, jumping up from the ground, do you know that you ' re talking to me now? Don ' t you think I ' m old enough to choose my own company ? If you dont, '

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THE REDWOOD 13 Mum ' s the word, trust me, and so help me Heaven if a word escapes me. Any feller kin keep a brave man ' s secret. The next day the thieves were spied, and then began the merry chase, men after men, striving to take each other ' s life placing naught on its value. Charley ' s horse was the fastest and he was soon in the lead. They were gain- ing on the thieves and all would soon be over. There were three pursued and five pursuers. They closed now and the shooting began. One of the posse fell and his horse rushed madly off across the hills. Charley was riding swiftly on to close quarters; he slowed his horse up now and placed his hand on his shoulder. He heard some one galloping toward him and turning, saw — Joe, his old chum, — the latter had his revolver drawn. Their eyes met for an instant and each read a deadly in- tent in the eyes of the other. Quickly the thief leveled and fired, the bullet grazed Charley ' s arm. Quick as a flash Charley ' s pistol was out and before the thief could fire again — bang! and he reeled in his saddle then fell to the ground. Charley looked to see if any one needed his help, but one of the other two had been killed and the third severely wounded and a prisoner. He dismounted, went over to his old friend, knelt down beside him. — He was dead! — I ' m sorry, he said, that I had to kill, and my friend too; but, I did my duty and God will forgive. Good bye, Joe — Good bye. He went to his horse, mounted, and rode slowly away. Ivo G. Bog an ' 08. IN SANCTUM ALOISIUM LILIA MA.NU GERENTEM Haec quae virgineis nituntur lilia culmis, Unde verecundas explicuere comas? JVon generant similes Taestana rosaria lores, JJec simili (Pkarius messe superbit ager, JVon haec purpureis mater Corcyra rosetis, Nee parit aequoreis pulsa Carystos aquis. Cum nullas habeant natales lilia terras, Quis neget a casta lilia nata manu? Special Latin