Show i56 STUDENT LIFE old cedar tree and the blue bucket bangin' to a dead limb A little way down th’ canyon wus an old prospect bole The prospector bed sunk on the lost mine but be didn’t know it In th’ bottom of that shallow shaft bleached the skeleton of an old western hero — Bill Sanford Tied 'round bis neck with raw bide wus a Hat rusty tin tobacco box A little writin’ sed ‘If ever — anything — happens — to me If ever th' blue bucket’s found —divide squarely — between you and the i ear’st relation of mv old comrad' — Robert The girl banging’ eagerly upon the last words of the story grew pale to the lips at mention of this new name she ex“My grandfather!” claimed Then all the world turned dark The calm breeze from the pines was restoring She awoke in the arms of her western lover “Jack” she murmured from her vantage smiling” “then you and I are ‘pardners ?’ The westerner evaded the question “Hadn’t I better find the mule?” — E B |