I>ay afore yesterday this poor .bad boy Here ttirowed on lii> saddle an' rode ■.'Hi with you in joyous spirits, jditgin' tiie »tiur- o" tiie ranger. Little did he then dream that lie was ridin" right iti'o tiie b..g of eternity ! While cut;in" a steer out o' tiie bun eh his boss -truck a prairie-dog hole an' fell, crushin' poor (.'harlie to the grotin', an" w'en jo t lucked 'ini up iiis immortal soul had crossed on tin- great ranges beyond, from which there are no back trail. Death loves a shiriin' mark, and It never pitched a rope to a brighter one than this boy. He war' my friend. I've knowed 'itn ever since he struck this country, three years ago. an' you'll all bank high on the truth of the statement w'en 1 say a siptarer boy never swung a rope. No one ever asked a favour o' Charlie Heed without it being cheerfully granti-d. lie war' never known to make a low-down play. He never make a backset on duty w'en the foreman ordered a ride. True, lie war' wild an' rei'lclevs. but thar' war no devil brand wickedness in hi- make-up. His heart war' a livin' sprin. from which -the pur.' waters of friendship an' generosity to wards his companions ..' the saddle ev t Mowed. I|e could laugh wirli yoit ovr your joyy. an' cuss with you over \o tr s iffow. His -..ul seemed to be a bla/.in' lire o" sympathy to which all who were .•iiilled bv the blasts of trouble could

eoiiie an warm up. He war' In:i\.• as a lion, but his hear: war' as tender as a ("liri-stian woman's lie would light like a riled steer fur !iiniseif or fur a friend, yet a little child could take 'ini by the hand an' lead him • >iu ..I' a miii-s. lie wasn't a bad man. I >id Vi.n n ': 111 a I <.ii r lie eveiiin's pay 11 i\ never j'neil you in yoin <• >ni:.-s an' -lories an' fun niakiii' at the raneh ? He'd git up in a corner an' < : i thar' writin' page al'ier page. with a

!...ik "ii his face as lender as ever so: oil the face of an angel. 