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ROCKY MOUNTAIN SAM. 45 ‘‘Arrah, now, Mister Max, an’ be’nt ye goin’ to give yer thried and thrue sarvent a dhrop av the poteen?” ‘‘Not a drop—you’ve had enough already, you guzzling gossoon! ‘lake example from Sam, there, who is never troubled with such degraded yearnings.” He had pity upon Teddy, however, and gave him a snif- ter of the contents of the bottle. ‘Teddy is not to go with us to-morrow, is he?” inquired Sam. “No.” torts <Vhen why shouldn’t little Fayaway go along? If we succeed in our search, Miss Chapman—poor thing!—may need some consolation and attendance that a man can’t very well give her, you know.” “‘Ah! you rascal; any excuse to have your sweetheart by yourside, eh? However, I see no objection to her going, if Minnetrapa here can spare her, and if she has no objection herself.” Minnetrapa, it proved, could spare her, and of course Fayaway was not averse to a project that kept her by her lover’s side. — *Sam,” said Fayaway, when they were eating their supper, ‘‘oreat lady at Chapman’s ranch hatee me, much lovie you.” And she went on to describe Miss Yearning’s aversion to her and the probable cause. Sam burst into a fit of immoderate laughter. ‘‘What! the old girl spooney on a pullet like me?” he cried. ‘Come, Fayaway, that’s too good a joke to be true.” ‘‘Miss Yearning is still a handsome woman,” said the ‘White Hermit, gravely; ‘‘and, moreover, she has a snug little fortune in the States in her own right.” <T don’t care if she’s worth a million,” said Sam. «Little Fayaway here is good enough for me, and more than I deserve. When we are married, which we shall be in the summer 4 ‘“Ton’t talk like a fool,” said the professor, testily. ‘“‘For- tunes are not picked up every day, with a good-looking woman in the bargain. Fayaway is well enough for amuse- ment, perhaps, but then—then wedon’t marry squaws, you know.” | “Speak for yourself, you old heathen!” cried the young | Comicbooks (ale)