Western Kansas world. [volume] (WaKeeney, Kan.) 1885-current, 1886-02-13

ooot and cap, throw on hiD under coat,
and at his confluence with the shiveFing
tenderfoot he appeared in his shirt
sleeves, wipimg his brow with hand
kerchief. The tenderfoot was startled.
Just as he was about to pass the swelter-
ing Sloan exclaimed:
"Good morning, stranger; you look
sort feeble. Not sick, I hoper'
"Good morning, sir," falteringly re-
piled the dumbfounded stranger, his
teeth chattering like trip hammer.
mo, sir, I am not sick; I never enjoyed
better health in my life"
He edged in close to the building to
escape the wind, and looked at Sloan
with q Multiplying glance Of inquiry,
and it was plain to be seen that he
had met lunatic or crank of the most
virulent type.
"But you look coldv' calculated the
honest Sloan, as he rubbed some
more Cayenne pepper and kerosene on
his face to give it the appearance OF heat
and perspiraton. .Here, take some Of
this medicine; it will help you. You've
got the goldarndest case of chills I ever
saw"
The stranger looked wild. The wind
whistled round the corner with vicious
howl, and the stranger rubbed the end
of his nose to keep up the circulation.
swell, I must say that you are the
most wonderful character ever met, !"
said the tenderfoot. "Don't you think
you will freeze out here day like this in
your shirt sleevesr'
"Freeze? Freezer yelled Sloan
'Why, man, I tell you you're sick! Why
this is mild, balmy atmosphere. This
is Just the kind of day to plant your
pumpkin seeds. I've just been out hoe
ing my carly rose potatoes, and I find
that the blasted bugs have got onto the
vines. Whewl Let's go in and take a
lemonade to cool of on"
sNo, excuse me; guess I'll go back
to the hotel" replied the tourist; but
Just as he was about to leave Farmer
Wallace approached putting and perspi-
ring, Carrying his coat on one arm and a
sheaf of wheat on the other.
"Well, Sloan" said the farmer, "ittle
warm to-day"
Eyes. How are you getting along
with your work?''
"Very well, indeed. I left the boys
blowing on the northwest quarter, and
the neighbors girls have come over to a
plumming on the creek"
By this time the stranger looked faint
and weak.
"Say, farmer" said Sloan, pointing at
the bewildered stranger, "don't you think
that this gentleman is in pretty bad
shape? tell you he ought to see doc
tor"
''Why, my friend, what's the matter
with yours asked the farmer in voice
that went echoing in the frosty air like
the gust of brass band. "You look
cold and kind er blue! Come out fol
your health, suppose?'
As the stranger was about to speak,
Captain Call came upon the scene dressed
in tidy base ball uniform, and swinging
a bat in his hands. "Come on! come on
all aboard for the ball grounds!' shout
ed the captain, as he dashed by with a
eeful expression in his sparkling eyes
and ruddy glow on his cheeks.
Twill you 60 out to see the game OF
ball, Stranger" mildly asked Mr.. Sloan.
'sYou can walk down with"
But he was gone. He rushed back to
the hotel, went to bis room, thawed out
over steam radiator, and remained in
side gazing out upon the first real, roll
licking blizzard of the season until the
east bound train arrived. He paid his
bill by the bell-boy route, refusing to
speak to any one until he was safely
seated in the Pullman sleeper. Az the
train moved out he asked the conductor
if he would put on little extra speed, as
he wanted to see his wife and children
once more before he died.