The Sage Brush Parson

r. Nothing but ruins?look at that!" " I know better than to look," said Frank philosophically. " I've known men who committed suicide and women who went insane from looking. Come, come, we shan't reach Lewis to-day." He whipped up his horse and rode along at such a rate that his companion had all he could do to keep up with him. They fell in with Judge Weaver, on the outskirts of the town, riding towards home on a big black horse. The two looked like an equestrian statue set in motion. " I think," he said, after greetings had been exchanged, " that we'll hold the service at Lou Pugh's." "Where is his residence?" inquired Vaughan politely. " He doesn't reside," said Frank. " He bunks over the saloon." " Oh," said Vaughan. " You see," said the Judge confidentially, turning to Vaughan, "he has quite a hall there. It's the only place in town of any size." " I thought perhaps the court-room " began Vaughan. " Twelve by fourteen," returned the Judge. "Couldn't swing a cat there. I've seen Lou and he's agreed to let us have the place for an hour. During that time there won't be any drinks sold over the bar and business will be practically at a standstill." Lewis was a typical mining camp, like Galena, but newer and even more informal in its arrangement. The same rough wooden houses, apparently thrown, helter-skelter, in among the rocks, bore the same appearance of " don't care " and " can't help it." In the building which furnished bachelor ...