| Show 7 TALE OF BUTTERBY ID f v r old man butterby i hated bob 3 bad rf and bob he equally hated him and ahdas as each vas onto his shooting job it seemed that some one s slim for from butterby Butter bys s ranch to bob bobs 8 home place was a mile or so and that was all so the boys all eald said as they viewed the case I 1 reckon the 11 ll git a call I 1 well bob and butterby met one day a thing of course they were bound to do and each of them put a tree in his way and then you bet the bullets flew bobs bob s arm stuck out and he got a ball right where its passage was bound to hurt fmc w and old man butterby had a call from a bullet that injured the side aide of ills hig shirt but they stuck to their trees as it if they were glued and they hurled some names that that are not in the books come out said bob and his tone was rude yo you u dassett said slid butterby dern your looks and the air was full of bullets aad and flings and adjectives dire of a red hot brand and they knew that death on his misty wings was waiting about to take a hand come corne out cried bob you cow ardly durl cur FO for his hid shoulder burned and Us kis thoughts were hot A laugh rang out where able th e bushes were and into the open there strayed a tot ia wee little tot with curly hair bair and eyes with dreams in their blue depths bid the fairest thing on the mountain there and her laughter was sweet it was butterby Butter bys s kid her eyes met bob bobs s and she laughed again 0 As she toddled straight to the tree where he stood 1 I lost my dolly ehe she said but zen I 1 dees dess at oo 00 aou 11 find it I 1 pose at oo 00 could bob kis hissed ed the babe and he left the tree rui shoot J if you please he cried der deriC a xou I 1 4 there s a job right here that Is callin me said sald butterby then lia I 1 m damned 11 II I 1 do I 1 there la Is peace today on butterby a hill 1 1 t 4 10 The theres peace in the home and the heart of bob and the sounds of strife are hushed and still i and the coroner yet Is minus a job I 1 don it go buchon on cussing and such but I 1 hope th eangel angel the record hid ot of Butter bys oath or with gentle touch wrote only forgiven because ot of the bid ild i i j alfred J Water Muse use in New newyork York rimes times S J 1 i |
