Wood County reporter. [volume] (Grand Rapids [i.e. Wisconsin Rapids], Wis.) 1857-1923, 1883-12-13

THAT'S ALL RIGHT.
a story oftEne Far West.
Laramie Boomerang.

ern county. and his name was Smith.
He had been in attendance on the
daily sessions Of that august body all
through the term, and, like most of
his worthy colleagues, had spent some
money during the time He hadn't
speuJ any great amount of cash
either, for that matter, but had used
his cheek SO often that it had become
as tough as a clearinghouse flap
jack. He put up with Landlord
Jones, who ran the Railroad House
at that time, and bought most of his
Murrin's. Murrin always kept the
best, and Smith was connoisseur
when it came to cold poison. Sing
ularly enough, too, his bill at Murrin's
was about 500 more than he owed
for board at Jones, but either ofthem
would buy Senator Tabsr three or
four pairs Of suspenders with jewlcd
buckles.
A day or two before the final adj
journment Smith called for his bill
at Murrin's, and, after carelessly
glancing over the formidable array of
figures, told Murrin that Jones, mine
host of the Railroad Hotel, owed him
little more than what the bill amount
ed to. He would tell Jones to make it
right with him. OF course, Murrin
knew that Jones was good for the
amount, and with That's all right
what'll you have?" the subject was
dropped
That evening Smith told Jones to
look over his books and see how much
he had set down opposite his name.
This done, Smith said Murrin owed
him few hundred on a stock deal;
would he Just as lief collect the
amount from him?
That's all right" said Jones,
''Murin's good far any amount"
Well, the day of parting came, and
of course all the ''boys" gathered at
the depot which was really the Rail
road Hotel, to bid the lawmakers
good-by. Smith was there, and catch
ing hold of MHrlin's arm, he said
pleasantly:
I'VE might just as we'll go in now
and fix the matter up with Jones,
eh?"
''Oh, that's all right" said Muir
rim.
''Well but want to understand,
you know: Come in, and Smith
hauled Murrin through the crowd of
woyshipers who thronged about the
shrine Of Bacchus to where Jones
Staod
you remember that matter [ spoke
to you about the other day-when [
referred you to Murrin eh!" asked
Smith
ooh, yes, said Jones. That's all
right.
''And you, said Smith, turning to
Murrin, you understand it don't
you?"
Certainly" answered Murrin:
''that's all right"
well, I'm glad it's fixed. Let's
take something"
They bowed their heads as the
presiding deacon passed the fluid
Then the conductor shouted ''all
aboard? and every body made a rush
for the cars. AS the train left the
depot Smith stood on the rear plat
form waving a soiled napkin at his
friends.
Murrin and Jones walked into the
barroom together, and, lighting a
cigar, began conversation which
lasted fall hour Finally it began
to drag, and at Last Jones said:
L suppose that little matter of
Smiths can be fixed up any time?"
No hurry-pO hurry, my boy, :"
replied Murrin That's all right. "
Jones looked up inquiringly, but
said nothing They talked stock for
fifteen minutes, and then MurrIn
abruptly remarked:
Good fellow, that Smith"
Yes; jolly good boy. Funny he
didn't have the cash to settle his bills
when he left: Must have had rustic
with King Pharaoh?"
But the arrangements made was
satisfactory"
"Oh, yes, that's all right. What'll
you take?"
After they had touched glasses over
the walnut slab and threw their heads
back to inspect the frescoes on the
ceiling, Murrin turned to leave, say
ing, as he put his handkerchief back
IN his pocket:
just send the check for the amount
of Smiths bill up to the house any
time. No hurry, my boy-no hur
~"
'Eh?" almost shouted Jones.
Why, you understand; you owe
Smith and he owes me: you agreed to
pay me instead of him
agreed h! Why, Colonel, the
man owes me, and you agreed to Gay
it. Didn't you say it was all right?"
And didn't you say you'd pay me ;
that it was all right?'
A flood of light began to pour in on
the subject, illuminating their Gran,
iums as tallow candle lights us the
interior of a Halloween pumpkin.
Jones handed out the same bottle
once again, and the only sound heard
for several seconds was that of soma
liquid coursing its way along a ner-
row and fortuous channel.
Washington.
COMMITTEE GOSSIP.
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