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CHATS ALL RIGHT

only that his fame was coextensive
Throughout the northwest"
CHATS ALL RIGHT
An Interesting Story from the Wild Vest.
1t occurred in the winter of 1912, at
Cheyenne, the capital of Wyoming. He
was member of the territorial legislature,
represented q western county, and his
name was Smith. He had been in attend
ance 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 int
any great amount of cash, either, for that
matter, but had used his cheek SO often
that it had become as tough as boarding
house fapjack. He put up with a
landlord Jones, who run the Railroad
house at that time, and bought most of
his Havanas and cofin-varnish at Luke
Murrin's. Murrin always kept the "best,"
and Smith was connosseur when it came
to cold poison. Singularly enough, too,
his bill at Murrin's was about 500 more
than he owed for board at Jones, but
either of them would buy Senator Tabor
three or four pair of suspenders with jew
eled buckles.
A day or two before the final adjourn
ment Smith called for his bill at Murrin:s,
and after glancing carelessly over the for
midabie array of figures told Murrin that
Jones, mine host of the Railroad hotel,
owed him little moro than what the bill
amounted 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 havei"
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 hun
dred on a stock deal; would he just as
leave collect the amount due him!
"That's ell right" said Jonss, 'Murrin's
good for any amount"
Well, the day of parting came, and of
course all the "boys" gathered at the de-
pot, which was really the Railroad hotel,
to bid the law makers goodbye. Smith
was there, and catching hold of Murrin's
arm, he said pleasantly:
sWe might just as we'll go in now and fix
that matter up with Jones, ehs'
"Oh, that's all right" said Murrin. H
swell, but I want it understood, you
know"
"Come in" and Smith hauled Murrin
through the crowd of worshipers who
throngsd about the shrine of Bacchus to
where Jones stood.
"You remember that matter spoke to
you about the Other day when l referred
you to Murrin here, ehs" asked Smith.
"Oh, yes,". said Jones. That's all
right"
"And you," said Smith, turning to Muir
rim, "you understand it don't your"
Certainly" answered Murrln; ''that's
all right"
swell, I'm glad it's fixed. LET'S take
something"
They bowed their heads as the presiding
deacon passed the fluid. Then the con-
ductor shouted "all aboard" and every
body made rush for the oars. As the
train left the depot Smith stood on the
rear platform waving "a soiled napkin at
his friends.
Murrin and Jones walked into the bar
room together, and, lighting cigar, be-
gan conversation which lasted full
hour. Finally it began to drag, and at
last Jones said:
can be fixed up at any timer
mo hurry-no hurry, my boy" replied
Murrin. 'That's all right
Jones looked up inquiringly, but said
nothing. They talked stock for fifteen
minutes, and then Murrln abruptly re-
marked:
Good fellow, that Smith,"
'Yes; jolly good boy. Funny he didn't
L.. \, !. los
Must have had rustic with King Pha-
roah."
"But the arrangement made was salts
fsctoIy?"
"Oh, yes; that's all right, Whatll 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, saying, as he put his
handkerchief back IN his pocket.
Just send the check for the amount of
Smiths bill up 10 the house any time. No
hurry, my boy-no hurry"
ear" almost shouted Jones
''Why, you understand; you owe Smith
and he owes me; you agreed to pay me
instead of him.
agreed hi! Why, colonel, the man
owes me, and you agreed to pay IT. Dld'n
you say II was all right?"
And didn't you say you'd pay me; that
1t was all right?"
4 food of light began to pour in on the
subject, Illuminating their craniums as a
tallow candle lights up the interior of q
halloween pumpkin. Jones handed out
the same bottle once again, and the only
sound heard for seyeral seconds YVES that
of some liquid coursing its way along a
narrow and tortuous channel.
The Typical English Dude.
Lord Dupplin is, perhaps, the best speci-