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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Wingham Times, 1911-04-13, Page 7THE WDINGIIAII] TIMES, APRIL 13, 1911 ♦••t•1l61141/141/1A141001014/1014t►0411♦1N100+MN111 e ou A 'Romance of Arizona Novelized From r-dmund Day's Melodrama. By JOHN MURRAY and MILLS MILLER Copyright, 1008. by G. W. Dillingham Go. O44G®Oe0@m44440040®do®od+ts4P44400 4:44.0000+o0044AN.• sit down and poured the coffee for him, saying; "You sure can. With or with- out?" "I'll play it straight," grinned Slim. "I reckon you'll have to anyway. Here you are." Slim took the cup with a "Thankee." ' He drank, long and deeply, Then he paused, made a wry face and danced :his feet up and down, as a child does in huger or excitement. "What's the matter?" asked the girl, with a laugh, "If this here's coffee give me tea, an' if it's tea give me coffee." Tho sher- iff put down his cup, With a shrug of the shoulders. "It's the best we've got," replied Polly. "Sagebrush got it." I "Oh,, that's it, I thought it tasted like sagebrush. How's Bud?" he sud- denly demanded. Polly glanced nervously at the speak- er. . "All right, I s'pose." She tried to be sioncomraittal. Her nervousness almost 7tetrayed her. "A'n't you seen him lately?" Slim in- sisted. Polly peeped into the wagon before she answered the question. "Yes -1 see him'every once in awhile." In an effort to change the subject of conversation and get him away from • all thee ghts of Bud she asked, "Say, Slim, wl• .tt't a boudoir?" "A what whar?" stuttered Slim. "A boudoir," Polly repeated. Slim was puzzled and looked it. ''Then a new thought lighted up his lace. "You don't mean a Budweiser?" Polly, deeply serious, replied, "No, that ain't it—boudoir." . Slim ransacked his memory for the word. "Boudoir," he continued re- flectively. One of them "fo' de wah' things we ust to have down in Hen- •tucky?" An explanation was demanded of him, and he proceeded to invent one. • "Well, first you get a—get a"— Polly had fooled him so many times that he became suspicious in the midst of his .creation and asked: "Look a -here. You're sure you don't ,. know what a boudoir is?" "Why, of course not," answered Pol- ' ly simply. • Slim was relieved by her reply. "An right," he resumed, crossing his legs, as if the position would help him better to think. "A boudoir is a see - .gal...” "A seegar?" echoed Polly, distinctly •disappointed. Bud's offer to duplicate "A. boudoir is a smarm" the boudoir was now reduced to the proportions of "two fer a nickel." "Yep," assured the sheriff. "They are named after a Roosian, one of them diplomat fellers." "What's a diplomat?" Polly asked. Slim chuckled and with a twinkle in his eye drawled: "A diplomat is a man that steals your h an' coat an' •then explains it so well that you give him your watch an' chain. Sabe?" Polly did not understand. She felt ' •that Slim was laughing at her, but she could not see any fun in his remark. .To end the discussion, however, she said, "1 sabe." Polly sauntered away from the wagon. b.As she passed Slim he tried to put bis arm sabout her- waist, She skillfully evaded him, The sheriff joined her in the shade of a cotton. wood. "You know I've been thinkin' lot of you lately, Mies Folly?" "Only lately?" she asked misehie- 0 ,Jt Is Miserable To Be Dyspeptic. • Dyspepsia is one of the most prevalent , troubles eft civilized life, and thousands coffer untold agony after every meal. Nearly everything that enters a weak hence the gspeptic reat difseta as an ficulty of effecting irritant; g ty g . cure. The long train of distressing symptoms, which tender life 'a burden to the victim of dyspepsia, may be promptly relieved by the use of Burdock Blood titers. pigs, John S'tierrett, Fortier, Msrj., writes:—"I was troubledwith dyspepsia for years. A friend of mine told me about Burdock Blood tittensi so I got a bottle to try, and before I Isom half finished I could eat anything without suffering, and when I Wed , rated two bottles I was. sound ''end well • Now I feel just fine; indeed I can't say too much in favor of your medicine," Burdock Blood Bitters is manufix- tuted only by The T. Milburn Co., Limit ,..d, Toronto, Ont. • vously, "Well, yes—that• is"— This conversation was becoming too oersoi:il for Blau, Who In an effort to lien all Slim had to say moved incau- tiously to the wagon,, Slitu heard him, "Who's in that wagon?" lie cried, moving toward it. "Show Low asleep'?" "No—Buddy," said Polly. thinking she might as well confess the deception first as last and using the childish nick- name of her lover in, order to soften Slim's anger against him. "Nobody," repeated Slim, not fully conviueed that he was mistaken, but stopping in deference to Poly's ap- parent denial. "Who do 'you s'pose?" asked Polly pertly, taking courage when she found that Slim did knot continue his investi- gation. "You ain't after any Buddy, are you?" "No, but I'll just take a look in here, 'cause I got somethin' partic'lar to say' to you, Miss Polly, an' I don't want no listeners." And he moved forward again. At this juncture Polly began to ply her arts as a coquette. Looking shyly at Slim, she murmured, "Are you sure you are not after anybody?" The em- phasis on the last word was so plain that a shrewder lovemaker than Slim would have been deceived. "Eh? What's that?" Polly turned her back to him with assumed bashfulness. Slim's courage arose at the.sight. "Well, I reckon this is a pat hand fer me, an' that's the way I'm a-goin' to play it, if I've got the nerve." Slim smoothed down his tangled hair and brushed off some of the dust which whitened his shoulders. "Look here, Miss Polly"— Then his courage failed him, and he stopped. Polly glanced at him to help him over the hard places. Slim was greatly embarrassed. "My heart is right up its my throat. Well, I might as well spit it out," he ,nought &loud. Again Slim started toward the girl to tell 'her of his love, and again his courage failed hint, although Polly was doing her best to help him. "Look here, Miss Polly, I've been aft- er somebody fer a long time now." "Horse thief?" asked Polly coquet- tishly. "No, heart thief," blurted Slim. "Stealin' hearts ain't no harm." "Well, just the same, I'm goin' to issue a writ of replevin an' try fer to git mine back," laughed Slim. He was about to slip his arm about her waist when she turned and faced him. The action so disconcerted him that he jumped backward as if the girl was about t0 attack him. "Where is it?" asked Polly. Slim, deeply in earnest, replied: "You know where it's hid. You know just as well as I kin tell you." Polly became remorseful. She real- ized how much Slim was suffering, and she was sorry that her answer to him would be a disappointment. "Please don't say any more, Slim," she said as she stepped away. Slim followed her up and, speaking over her shoulder, said: "I can't help it. You've got my feelin's stampeded now, locks and then looked at his fingers; as if expecting the color would come off on, his hands. "'Tain't blue," ho said. Another thought came to him, "P> reekles?" he asked laeonleally, Polly only shook- her head, "There's only one cure for freckles —sandpaper," grinned Slim, "But it isn't freckles," replied the girl, Slim looked at his hands and feet, "Maybe it's fat?" he hazarded. "Oh, I know I'm too fat: It beats all how I do keep fat." Slim looked into his hat and sighed. "Well, I suppose we don't get married this year, do we?" "No, Slim," said Polly gently. "Nor any other year to come?" Slim was still hopeful, "That's the way it looks now." Slim put on his hat and tried to walk jauntily to the fire, whistling a bit of a tune. The effort was a sad failure. "Here's where I get off. I'm in sure bad luck. Somebody must have put a copper on me when I was born, I 'low I gotter be movin'," "You won't bate me, will you, Slim?" The sheriff took the girl's hands in Itis and kissed them. "Hate you?" he almost shouted. "Why, I couldn't learn to do that—no, siree—not in n thousand years." Polly slapped Slim on the back. "I'm glad of that," she cried. "Brace up. You'll get a good wife some day. There's lot of good fish in the sea." Slim glanced at her ruefully. "I don't feel much like goin' fishin' jest now. Would ycu mind tellin' me if I an' they sure hobs to run. Pve had an itchin' in my heart fer you ever since I first knowed you. You come from Kentucky., Well, I was kinder borned up that way myself, in Boone county, an' that sorter makes—well, if it did, what I want to know is"— Slim hesitated and nervously hauled at his chaps. "Will you be my"— Frightened at his boldness, he clap- ped his band over his mouth. "Can I be your"— he began again. Angry at himself, he said under his breath, "r11 never get this thing out of my system." 'In his earnestness he doubled up his fist and shook it behind the girl's back. Suddenly she turned and found his clinched band directly under her nose. She started back in dismay. "Excuse me," humbly apologized Slim. "I didn't mean fer to do that, ma'am—'deedy, I didn't. I was only— that's—well, I reckon I'm a little bit" Slim looked directly at the girl for the first time. She was trying to re. strain her hearty laughter. Slim's face broadened in a grin. "You're a mighty fine piece of work, you are, an' +�I've got an awful yearnin' to butt into yeur family." Polly was greatly moved by Slim'a sincerity. "Don't, please don't!" she pleaded, "Why, I've known all along that you love me, but"— "But what?" he asked when sho hesitated. "I've always liked you reel well, an' I've been glad that yeti liked me. I don't 'want to lose your friendship, though—an', oh, please forgive me, please do!" Pp1Iy was very repentant, showing it by the tones of her voice and in her eyes. 'Slim was puzzled at first. Then it tonic to him thalt the girl had refused to marry hlni. '‘Oh, lt'IOw you -all ain't ..goin' to say you love me, theta" "I don't believe Y am," roily smiled through her tears. Slim paused, u if steadying himself VI Meet the full fereo of the blow. 'Mebbe It's along Of my red hair?' "It IS red, isn't It? Bo11y smiled h � ran his fingers thitiniet eitcdiy. "I.t't plan alone, Miss Polly, Bud looked at the speaker in amaze- ITe's only four Aushin', an' # ain't gun Anent. A lovable smile crept over shy." Slim's face. '"I'm goin'," he said, "to "Now, look here, sonny," he cried slip you a new deck an' give you a ,' to Bud,. "if that squirt gun of yours fresh o my money ! thath deal, That was part was stole. I never come back at goes off an' hits 1110 an' 1 And it out,— the county fer it, Buck he's paid back Well, I reckon I'll havo to spank yen,.' his half. I'll let 'em all think it was Bud tried to break away from Polly, the whole. I'll put in a thousan,' I bagging her to "let go," The girl laid her hands on his shoul- d,r, gazing pleadingly into his Rushed face, "Don't, don't!" she cried. "It's all right, Slim knows all about it. Ile knows I love you, an' he wouldn't hurt auy one that I love. Would you, Siinn?" Polly smiled at the sheriff, complete- ly disarming him. Shoving his gun back into the holster, Slim grinned and said, "I reckon I wouldn't," "We've been engaged fer ever so long now, waitin' fer Bud to get rich, au' now—au' now it's come," Her face radiated her happiness. Bud. showed his alarm, motioning her to be silent, but Polly rattled on, "Bud's Iieen savin,' an' savin' till he's got over a thousand dollars, an' "— Slim could notwcontain his indignation at the deception practiced on the girl by the boy. -You denied thief!" he shouted. Thou he stopped, plainly showing his anuoyauce at his lack of self repres- sloe lltit!'s hand dropped to his gun. "You"— be began, but Polly' stopped him with a gesture, looking from one to the other of the men, dazed and frightened. "A thief? Bud a thief? What does it mean? Tell me!" sbe gasped. Turn- ing to Bud, she demanded, "Bud, you heard what he said?" Dropping his head, fearing to look at either of them, he muttered sullenly, "He lied." Slim checked his first betrayal of his anger and kept himself well in hand. "Oh, Slitn," pleaded Polly, "say you didn't mean it." Simply and sadly Slim answered; "I didn't. I reckon as how I'm some jeal' ous, au'—an'—I lied." Ilis voice dropped, and he turned aside, stepping away from the young couple. Polly was still in doubt. Slim's ac- tions were so strange. It was not like this big hearted, brave sheriff to ac- cuse a man of stealing without being sure of his charges. Then Slim's ac- cusing himself of lying was entirely at variance with his character. "I'm sor- ry," she said. "Please forgive me. It was all my fault. I didn't know that you"— Slim held up his hand to silence her. "Wouldn't Telt tnind leavin' us to- gether a bit?" lie requested. In answer to Polly's frightened glance he con- tinued: "There ain't goin' to be no trouble, only—me an' him's got a little business to talk over. Ain't we, Bud, eh?" Sinn led Polly toward the corral, glancing at Bud over his shoulder with a reassuring smile. "Just you step out yonder a bit an' wait," he said to Polly. "Now, you won't"— "Can't you trust me any more?" he asked siuccrely. Grasping him by the hand, she looked him fairly and fearlessly in the eyes, saying: "I do trust you. I trust you both." As the girl strode out of earshot Slim absentmindedly kept shaking the hand she bad held. Awakening sud- denly to the fact that his hand was empty, he looked at it curiously and sighed. Turning quickly, he slapped his hat ori his head, hitched up his chaps and stepped up to Bud, who stood with a sneer on his lips. "So you're the man that Polly loves," he said. "She's a good girl, an' she loves a thief." Bud turned on him fiercely, drawing his gun. "Take care!" he warned. "You won't shoot. If you meant to shoot you'd 'a' done It long ago, when you pulled your gun!" exclaimed Slim coolly. "I might do it now." Bud held his gun against Slim's breast. Slim threw up his hands to show he was not afraid of the boy. "Go ahead. Squeeze your hardware. I reckon I'm big enough to kill,' he said. Then he took Bud's hand and gently slid the revolver back into the holster. The action broke down Bud's bravado. All barriers fell before the simple ac- tion. "It's all up with me," he said brokenly. Slim sympathized with the boy in his trouble. "Buck be told me. Buck he 'lowed you had your share of that money," he explained. The boy drew the money froth his pocket and handed it to Slim, remark- ing: "Here it is—all of it. I never touched it. I was going"— Bud was about to lie again, but he realized the futility of more falsehoods. "Take it," he added. Slim counted the money and slipped it into his pocket. "Bud," he said to that young man, "me an' you have been pretty good friends, we have. 1 learned yon how to ride, to throw a rope, an' Bud -Bird —what did you take it fer? 1 know you didn't murder Terrill fer it, but what did you keep the money fer?" Ile asked the question with anger and annoyance. Slim had seated himself by the fire. Ile spoke to the boy as he would to it comrade. "Can't you see?" the boy asked, "Polly. I wanted to make a Homo for her, and now she'll know me for what 1 am, a thief --n thief." Bud burled lits face in his hands, the tears trickling through his fingers, although he fought strongly against showing his weakness, Slitn ,rose and stepped to his side, laying his hand on the boy's shoulder. "Mebbe she won't have to know. Itnck he'd 'dead, en' only you an' ma knelt" 'Let him alone!" slututcd Slim excitedly, lose out on this deal along of some• body else a-holdiu' all the cards?" Slim waited for Polly's answer. "Why, don't you know?" "No," he said simply. "But he told me"— "Who is it?" he insisted. "No; if you don't know his name I won't tell you," decided Polly. "Mebbe it's jest as well. too," as- sented Slim. "I don't think I'd feel any too friendly toward him." Slim moved toward the wagon. The action was purely involuntary. but it frightened Polly so much that she cried aloud. Slim grasped at once the reasqo for her fear. "Is the feller in thaiag- on?" he shouted. "You wouldn't do him any harm, would you?'' cried Polly. "Is he in that wagon?" Slim repeat- sd angrily. Polly caught hold of his arm. "What's he hidin' for?' he demand- ed. Slim pulled his gun and covered the opening. "Come out, yon coward!" he shouted. Pony caught Slim by the right wrist so he could not fire, Bud leaped from the wagon, draw- ing his gun as he did so. "You shan't call me a coward!" he shouted to Slim. Polly ran behind Bud and, reaching her arms about his waist, held down his hands, depressing the muzzle of his revolver. Slim danced up and down in the excitement with his re- volver in his hand. Polly kept call- ing on both of the men not to shoot. "Let him alenei" shouted Slim ex - Nerves itilie Exhausted And nervous prost"tation er paralysis is creeping steadily upon you. You hear of people suddenly falling victims of ner ons prostrittion or sane form of par Clysis. But when you get all the karts of- the ease you find that they lave had months or y'ents of warnin,. They huven'1 shod well. There has 'teen frequent nhit elcs of nervous • len (1110110. 1)1g"stroll has roiled. They have been irritable, easily worried'' tt i excited and have found memory and eoncentration fnilinq. Rad they but known that these symptoms tell of exhausted nerves or had they realized their danger they would have restored, the feeble, wrist - ed nerves by rise of such treatment as Dr. Chases Nerve Food. This greet restorative treatment cures by ,forming new, ri It blood and by rebuilding the wasted nerve cells. No medicine is more torten to prove of lasting benefit to the system. 60 cents a box, 6 boxes for $2.60; at all dealers or Edmatlson, Bates * Co., Toronto. "Go ahead. Squeeze your hardware." have at home that I was savin' to buy in, with the Triangle B in case I don't git elected nes' time. So, Bud, I'm goin' to lend a thousan' of this to you just to give a chance at that little home." "You're the whitest man I ever knew!" cried Bud. "I reckon I ain't colored, 'cept a lit- tle ittle red mite on top," laughed Slim. He disliked any show of feeling by the boy over the offer he had made. "But I can't take your money," Bud protested. "Yes, you can," assured Slim. "You pay it back when you get on your feet agin. I'm goin' to take your word." Slim's generosity overwhelmed the boy. "Take my Word!" he cried. Slim laid his hands on the bey's shoulders. "Yes," he declared. "You've made your first bad break, but you've bad your first lesson. An' you ain't goin' to forget it," he added emphat- ically,. "And Polly?" he faltered. "There ain't nobody goin' to tell her." Speaking sternly to Bud, he added, "You make her a good husband." Bud seized the sheriff's hand, wring- ing it warmly. "I will, Slim; I will," he promised. The wait had been too long for Polly. She returned before Slim called her, saying: "I'm tired waitin' on you all. Haven't you finished up that business yet?" "Yes, ma'am; it's finished," replied Slim. "Did Bud tell you about it?" inquired Polly. "He told me. Seems like you two are goin' to get married." "Uh-huh," laughed Polly happily. "An', oh, say, will you stand up fer Bud?" "I reckon Bud can stand up fer him- self now with you to help him," an- swered Slim emphatically. "We'll run over and tell the boys you're back!" shouted Bud. Slim took the hands of the young people in his own big ones. "I'm right glad you two are goin' to hitch up," he said. "I am dead sure you'll make a even runnin' team." Polly glanced shyly at Slim. "Bud won't mind if you kiss me," she hinted. Slit grinned sheepishly. In his em- barrassment he rubbed one foot on his other leg. "Well, I ain't—never—that is"— he stammered. "Bud, if you all don't mind," he boldly asserted after his bashfulness had waned, "I reckon I will play one little bet on the red." The sheriff never did anything in a small way. The kiss he gave her full on the lips was a resounding one. Bud took Polly by the hand and si- lently led her to, the house. Slim sat down ern a keg behind the fire. Tak- ing some loose tobacco and a film of rice paper frotn his pocket, he deftly rolled a cigarette and lighted it with a brand from the blaze. With a sigh he remored his hat. Ile was the pic- THERE YLi I E FEVLPEOPLE 3 t As o Eke Y 3r ENpereira>;ced A HEADACHE. headaches elect all ages and both sees alike, but the le bale sex is natur- ally the more e.feetei through the higher nervous develop :neat and more delicate org inizatio.1 of the syste.n. Burdock llloo 1 T3itters has, for y eared. bee:1 curia; all kinds of headaches, yo 1 will only give it a trial we lcel sure it will do for you what it has done for thoustinds of others during tie v thirty-five years Mrs. C. Meadows, Clarksburg, Ont., write :--" For years T was troubled with sick headsehe and dizziness, and was ids) eonstipafed. I was advised to try Burdock Blood 'litters. 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Mg of his hre•u' and a smug of the r•hunlders. he , Hod .'Shnclkr1 >,ninly lives a fat num!” * * * * * t: When Pally told the boys in the am rai tine: Slim had returned and was waiting for them at ih„ mess tcagon they dropped their writ •n:d made for 't! n w•i!h ashl w11+„'i+s art} ,•..,1.; c.'it'1 Fit+", Les mad„ a ru•^ !•e: ;it',t., throwing his arms :the n the sh,•rtil s neck. 1':rreulh,•1Ls and b'•t::vinit,h each grabbed it hand, ramping. tip and down emphatically The \urgers slap- ped hint on the hack all talked at once. asking hint the news and wheth- er Jack had returned. "Did you nip It up with the 'I itches," asked Parenthesis. "Talk, dura ye, talk,” shouted Show Low, "or we'll hang out your hide." Slim shook the hands of his com- rades in turn affectionately. For each he had his own particular form of greeting. "No, boys," he said when the group became more orderly, "I ain't a-goin' to say a word till I see Mrs. Payson first" Polly had ridden at once to the house to tell the joyful news of Slim's return to Echo, who hurried at once to the boys about the wagon. Parenthesis spied her riding down the trail. "She's comm' now," he cried. "Boys," requested Slim, "would you mind herdin' off yonder a bit?" The cowpunchers strolled over to the cottonwood, leaving Echo to meet Slim alone. "Where is he?" was Echo's tearful greeting. "Well, ma'am, there's a man out yonder that's been through fire an' brimstone fer you!" Echo stared over the prairies. Then Jack was still searching for Dick. Slim had failed to find him. "Out yonder," sbe moaned, wringing her hands. "Wait a minute," said Slim. "He says to me, says he, 'Break it to her, Slim; tell her gentle—an' if she wants me call, an' I'll come.' Ma'am, Dick Lane is dead." Echo shuddered. "Dead," she repeat- ed, epeated, "by his"— "No, no," interrupted Slim; "not that way. Indians. Jack found Dick, an' the Indians found 'em both. When I conte up with the soldiers from Fort Grant they was haven' the derndest mixup with the Indians you ever did sen. Both men were bad busted, an' Dick—well, ma'am, I leaned over him jest in time to hear him say, 'Tell het I know she was true an' not to mind: Then he gave a little ketch of his breath an' dropped back into my arms." Echo sighed. The tragedy of the desert was very real to her. In the many months that the two nien had been away she had lived through, it with them in poignant imagination. "Great hearted ')ick!" she said. "1 was not worthy of his love. And Jack —where is he?" "Wait a minute. He wants to know if you can forgive him—if you will take him back." "Slim!" was the only word Echo tit- tered, but the volume of love it Ob- tained told him everything. "You needn't Say netbin' more. I see It shinin' in your eyes," cried Slit:. "Jack! Jack!" he shouted. "YOU derned idiot, conte a-runnln'1" Payson hurried up from the arroyo within which he bad been wafting. "Eche, I have not altogether failed In tity mission. I have not brought Diek Lane baek, but I hope 1 come fr"o►rl him bearing something of his ley - "Jack!" was her only cry. learn to trust me again—if you ever can learn to love me"— he said to Edict humbly. "Don't be a derned fool, jack," blurt' ed Slim. "Can't you see she ain't neN er loved no one else?" "Echo, is it so?" asked Jack eagerly. Slim grinned. Going over to Echo's side, be gave her a slight push, saying, "Go tell him," "Jack!" was her only cry as her bus - baud infolded her in his arms. XIME- END Children Cry FOR FLETCHER'S CASTORIA! { Canadian System Best. 1 Sir Thomas R. Price, Senior commis- , sioner for the South African Goverment Railways and Harbors is undertaking an extensive tour in Canada and United States for the purpose of making, a thorough examination of the system of grain handling and eip3rtation on this continent, South Africa, he said, in an interview, is admirably adapted for growing im- mense quantities of corn, and during the past four years the Government and the railways have been experimenting in the exportation of corn to Europe. Hither•• to the custon has been followed of hand- ling the corn in sacks, but Sir Thomas is convinced that the Canadian system of handling in bulk is the best system, and he is about to visit fort William, Minneapolis, Chicago, Duluth and other places to look into this system and de- cide whether it is adaptable to the Soutif African trade. TAKE NOTICE. -All parties owing the tate firm of J. G. Stewart & Co will kindly call and settle before the 1Ctth of April as we are leavipg town. J. 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