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On the Trail of Love
"Her folks was dead an' she had come To dabble 'round in cattle some, An' 'side from lookin' after wealth Was standin' guard o'er that kid's health.
"She uster set there on the step O' the hotel, whilst others slept, An' softly talk to them what staid An' hung around her half-afraid, Like moths all singed with candle-flame What still set in an' play the game. An' then she'd say to Brother Jim To get her wraps, an' then the slim Kid would burn the trail so rabbit-fast You'd think he thought it was the last Sure chance to win some sweet smiles fer A-hangin' on the word o' her.
"With men, her lov'ly face an' form Would start a reg'ler blindin' storm Of feelin'—that which chokes a man— I say, old pard, soft fingers can Bind more than chains or bars or bolts, Or any kind o' man-made holts.
"She uster make me sort o' think
Of tiger lilies on the brink
Of some cool stream, where fairies played,
Or little children laffin' strayed.
An' then agin it seemed to me
Her eyes helt all the mystery
That this old world has ever known—
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