The Coming of a Native Son The Happy Family, waiting for the Sunday supper call, were grouped around the open door of the bunk-house, gossiping idly of things purely local, when the Old hIan returned from the Stock Association at Helena beside him on the buggy seat sat a stranger. The Old Man pulled up at the bunk- house, the stranger sprang out over the wheel with the agility which bespoke youthful muscles, and the Old Man introduced him with a quirk of the lips This is Mr. Mig-U-ell Rapponi, boys-a peeler straight from the Goldell Gate. Throw out your war-bag and make yourself to home, Mig-U-ell some of the boys will show you where to bed down. Flying U Ranch The Old Man drove on to the house with his own luggage, and Happy Jack followed to take charge of the team but the remainder of the Happy family unobtrusively took the measure of the foreign elemmt. From his black-and-white horsehair hat- band, with tassels that swept to the very edge of his gray hatbrim, to the crimson silk...