The Grenada gazette. (Grenada, Miss.) 1885-18??, 1886-02-20
A HOT DAY.
How Three Dakota Rustlers Entertained
n Shirertng Tendsrfoot.

ShirerinS Tendsrfoot.
1t was tweuty-three degrees below
zero, and the wind was in good work
ing order. A slender tenderfoot was
coming down the street on a sort of
crippled ''dog-trot," his blue and sup
purating proboscis ]protruding like a
f]orerunner of frozen misery. Just as
he reached the corner he was stopped
by Ed Sloan, the rustler and assistant
banner winner. Sloan saw the stranger
long i'll advance of the meeting, and
deciding to make an impression on him,
he dotted his buffalo GOA and cap,
threw of his unler-coat, and at his
confluence with the shivering tender
foot he appeared in his shirt sleeves,
wlping his brow with a handkerchief.
The tenderfoot was startled. Just as
he was about to pass the sweltering
Sloan exclaimed:
Good morning, stranger, you look
sort 0 feeble. Not. sick, | hope?'
Good morning, SIR" falteringly re,
piled the dumbfuunded stranger, his
teeth chattering like Il trip hammer.
'No, sir, | am not sick. l never en-
Joyed better health in my life j
He edged in close to the building to
escape the wind, and looked at Sloan
with 4 Multiplying glance of inquiry,
and it was plain to be seen that he
thought he had met a lunatic OF crank
OF the most virulent type.
But you look cold!' calculated the
honest Sloan. as he rubbed some more
cayenne pepper and kerosene on his
face to give it the appearance OF heat
and perspiration. Here, take some
Of this medicine; it will help you.
You've got the Goldarndest ease OF
chills | ever saw"
The stranger looked wild. The wind
whistled round the corner with a
vicious howl, and the stranger ribbed
the end of his ose to keep up the cir
culation.
"Well, | must say that you are the
most wonderful character l ever
met said the tenderfoot. Don't you
think you will freeze out here a day
like this in your shirt ~slcevese:n
Freeze! Freeze!' yelled Sloan
"Why, man, l tell you, you're sick.
Why, this is a mild, balmy atmosphere.
This is just the kind of a day to plant
your pumpkin seeds. I've just been
out hoeing my early rose potatoes, and
| find that the blasted bugs have got
into the vines. Whew! let's go in and
take a lemonade to cool off on"
mo, excuse me; l guess I'll 60 back
to the hotel" replied the tourist; but
just rs he was about to leave Farmer
Wallace approached, putting and per-
spring, carrying his coat on his arm
and a sheaf of wheat on the other.
"Well, Sloan,' said the farmer, ait.
tie warm to-day"
Eyes. How are you getting along
with your work9'
Every well, indeed. l left the boys
blowing on the northwest quarter, and
the neighbors' girls have ONE over to
60 a plumming Oh the creek
By this time the stranger looked
faint and weak.
Say, Farmer said Sloan, pointing
the bewildered stranger, don't YOU
think that this gentleman is in pretty
bad shape? tell you he ought to see
r doctor"
"Why, my friend, what's the matter
with youP' asked the farmer, in u voice
that went echoing in the frosty air like
The gust of a brass band. you look
'nld and kind Of bluel Come out for
your health, | suppose:?'
As the stranger was about to speak
Call came upon the scene
dressed in a tidy baseball uniform and
'winging a bat in his hands. Come
Come on! All aboard for the
'all grounds!' shouted the Captain.
Is he dashed by with a glecful express
ion in his sparkling eyes and a rHddy
on his cheeks.
"Will you 60 out to see the game Of
all, strangerP' mildly asked Mr..
loan. You can walk down with--n
But he was gone, lie rushed back
the hotel, went to his room, thawcI
ut over a steam radiator, and re-
lained inside gazing out upon the first
'al, rollicking blizzard of the season,
ntil the east-bound train arrived. He
aid his bill by the bell-boy route, re-
to speak to any M until he was
lfely seated in the Pullman sleeper.
S the train moved out he asked the
'nductor if he would put on n little ,
;tra speed, as he wanted to see hi, /
lie and children once more befors t
died, bismarck Tribune.