The Project Gutenberg eBook, Emerson's Wife and Other Western Stories, by Florence Finch Kelly, Illustrated by Stanley L. Wood

Title: Emerson's Wife and Other Western Stories

Emerson's Wife -- Colonel Kate's Protégée -- The Kid of Apache Teju -- A Blaze on Pard Huff -- How Colonel Kate Won Her Spurs -- Hollyhocks -- The Rise, Fall, and Redemption of Johnson Sides -- A Piece of Wreckage -- The Story of a Chinee Kid -- Out of Sympathy -- An Old Roman of Mariposa -- Out of the Mouth of Babes -- Posey -- A Case of the Inner Imperative

Author: Florence Finch Kelly

Release Date: May 4, 2006 [eBook #18309]

Language: English

Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1

***START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK EMERSON'S WIFE AND OTHER WESTERN STORIES***

[Frontispiece: "Want my guns?" shouted Nick derisively.
"Then come and take 'em!"]

EMERSON'S WIFE

AND

OTHER WESTERN STORIES

BY

FLORENCE FINCH KELLY

AUTHOR OF "WITH HOOPS OF STEEL," "THE DELAFIELD AFFAIR," ETC.

WITH ILLUSTRATIONS IN COLOR

BY STANLEY L. WOOD

CHICAGO
A. C. McCLURG & CO.
1911

COPYRIGHT
A. C. McCLURG & CO.
1911

Published September, 1911

Entered at Stationers' Hall, London, England

CONTENTS

EMERSON'S WIFE

COLONEL KATE'S Protégée

THE KID OF APACHE TEJU

A BLAZE ON PARD HUFF

HOW COLONEL KATE WON HER SPURS

HOLLYHOCKS

THE RISE, FALL, AND REDEMPTION OF JOHNSON SIDES

A PIECE OF WRECKAGE

THE STORY OF A CHINEE KID

OUT OF SYMPATHY

AN OLD ROMAN OF MARIPOSA

OUT OF THE MOUTH OF BABES

POSEY

A CASE OF THE INNER IMPERATIVE

ILLUSTRATIONS

"Want my guns?" shouted Nick derisively. "Then
come and take 'em!" . . . . . . _Frontispiece_

Wemple dug his spurs into its sweating side and
the beast sprang forward at a faster gallop

Out on the plain we saw the Kid yelling like a
wild man, with Dynamite at his highest speed,
chasing a jackrabbit

"I'd hate to have to spile your hide, but I'll do
it if you don't get out o' this trail"

EMERSON'S WIFE

AND OTHER WESTERN STORIES

EMERSON'S WIFE

Nick Ellhorn awoke and looked around the room with curiosity and interest, but without surprise. He had no recollection of having entered it the night before, and he was lying across the bed fully clothed. But he had long ago ceased to feel surprise over a matter of that sort. His next movement was to reach for his revolver, and he gave a grunt of satisfaction on finding that it hung, as usual, from his cartridge belt. He was aware of a deep, insistent thirst, and as he sat up on the edge of the bed he announced aloud, in a tone of conviction, "I sure need a cocktail!"

Glancing out of the window, he saw a little plaza, fresh in the morning sunlight with its greening grass and budding trees, and beyond it the pink walls and portalled front of a long adobe building. He nodded approvingly.

"I reckon I pulled my freight from Albuquerque all right. And I had a good load too," he reflected with a chuckle. "And I reckon I sure bunched myself all right into Santa Fe; for if this ain't the Plaza Hotel, I 'm drunker 'n a feller has any right to be who 's been total abstainin' ever since last night. But I 've sure got to have a cocktail now, if it busts a gallus!"

He stared wistfully at the door; but drunken lethargy was still upon him, and his disinclination to move was stronger than his thirst. His eyes, roving along the wall, fell upon the electric call button. Stretching a sinewy arm to its full length he made dumb show of pressing it, as he said, "One push, one cocktail; two pushes, two cocktails!" Then he shook his head despairingly. "Too far, can't reach it," he muttered. But his face brightened as his hand accidentally touched his revolver. Out it flashed, and there was no tremor in the long brown hand that held it in