:: TOM JONES, “ J COWBOY By C. B. LEWISlt; Copyright. 190t. by T. C. McClurebad saved an heiress from a stamped*and won her undying love in ten minutes. There were 5,000 steers covering the plain between Taylor’s ranch and Lame Wolf creek. If they would only get a move on them at the right time, he would be there to do the hero’s part. The steers were cheerfully willing. One morning soon after the heiress had passed down the road they lowered their heads, threw up their tails and stampeded. The move was not expected by the cowboy, but by great good luck he was on hand to mix in. It seems the easiest thing in the world for a hero to cut across the front of a stampeding herd of steers and snatchTom Jones was a real Montana cowboy, the genuine stuff. By that is meant that he was no consumptive son who had been sent out from Boston to try the western ozone, nor was he a student of Yale or Harvard who was | an heiress from her saddle and bear picking up $30 a month to help him , her away to safety and win her eter-squeak through college. He was born | nal gratitude, but Tom Jones didn’t to the business, knew all the ins and 1 find it so in practice. As a matter of outs, artd no one could beat him at fact, he was rolled in the dust and turning a stampeding herd or throwing ! walked on in a shameful manner the lasso. It was said on all sides that j while the heiress saved herself and there was only one thing out of kilter ! when the herd had passed she helped .with Tom Jones—he had aspirations. 1 - - - -him to find the remains of his hat andIf he had aspired to keep three guns advised him to go home and keep quietshooting at once or to hold four aces in every other hand of poker, he might have had the sympathy of his fellow workers, but his aspirations took a different line.Tom Jones had read no less than six different accounts of eastern heiresses coming out west on a visit and falling in love with and marrying cowboys. Cowboys had saved them from robbers, Indians, stampedes and prairie fires, and their natural gratitude had resulted in love and marriage. What had happened once might happen again. Tom’s aspirations, then, ran to heiresses. He was expecting one along any day in the week and was always prepared to carry out his part of the contractEven an heiress may come to him who waits, and in due time, when her engagements permitted, Miss Griscomb. from New York, paid a visit to relatives at Taylor's ranch. Tom had heard of her beauty and what a pile of money her old dad bad in the bank within twenty-four hours after her arrival. It was now up to him to bring in the heroics and start things going. He got out his Sunday togs and greased his hair as a beginning.Nor was the labor thrown away. He had hardly set forth on a hunt forPOOlt TOM HAP TOt::e gikiniiAii ‘run tail or house.for a few days to avoid nervous fever.There was only one more hope for the cowboy hero. If he could rescue Miss Griscomb from a prairie fire, all might yet be well. A drunken Indian brought things about as he wished. It wasn’t an overgrown spectacular display as far as flames went, but there was a heap of smoke and a grand opportunity for yelling, and In due time Tom Jones started in on his work of rescue. While he was dashing through the billows of smoke and frantically calling upon the heiress to be saved she had already saved herself, and it cut him to the quick to have her remark as he finally rode up to her that she didn’t like the smell of singed hair. The cowboy had played his last card, and. weary and hopeless, he sought out the Diogenes of the flock and stated his case.”My son,” said the old man when he had heard the story, “did you ever hear the saying of ’up to date';’ ”“Of course. I'm there myself.”“And there lies the cause of your failure. Miss Griscomb is more up to date as a girl than you are as a man. You had better stop making a fool of yourself and hustle those steers around.’stray steers whan far across the plains he saw the object of his aspirations.A Surprised Bore.The late Justice Carter of the supreme court of the District of Columbia used to relate an incident of a Philadelphia man who called at the White House so frequently and took up so much of President Lincoln’s time that tlie latter finally lost his patience. One day when the gentleman was particularly verbose and persistent and refused to leave, although lie knew that important delegations were waiting. Lincoln arose: walked over to a wardrobe in the corner of the cabinet chamber and took a bottle from a shelf. Looking gravely at his visitor, whose head was very bald, lie remarked:“Did you ever try this stuff for your hair?”“No. sir; I never did.”“Well,” remarked Lincoln, “I advise you to try it and I will give j'ou this bottle. If at first you don’t succeed try, try again. Keep it up. They say it will make hair grow on a pumpkin. Now take it and come back in eight or ten months and tell me how it works.” The astonished Philadelphian left the room instantly without a word, carrying tlie bottle in his hand, and Judge Carter, coming in with the next delegation. found the president doubled up with laughter at the success of his strategy. Before he could proceed to business the story had to he told.—