The Penn's Grove record., 1886-01-30
A HOT WINTER DAY.


1t was % below zero, at Bismarck,
Oak, and the wind was in good work
ing order. A slender tenderfoot was
coming down the street on a sort Of
crippled ''dug-trOt,' his blue and sup
GYnin alsny tie n &vs'diHg like q
forerunner On frozen misery. Just as she
reached the corner he was stopped by
Ed Sloan. the rustler and assistant
banner winner. Sloan saw the stranger
long in advance of the meeting, and
deciding to make an impression on him,
he dotted his buffalo coat and cap, threw
off his under coat, and at his confluence
with the shivering tenderfoot he appear
ed in his shirt sleeves, Wiping 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 a feeble. Not sick, | hope?"
Good morning, sir, " %falteringly re-
piled the dumbfounded stranger, his teeth
-Ihattering like a trip-hammer. NO,
sir, / am not sick. | never enjoyed
better health in my life"
He edged in close TO the building to
escape the wind, and looked at Sloan
with a half plying glance Of inquiry,
and it was plain to be seen that he
thought he had met a lunatic or crank
of the most yirulent type.
but you look cold!'' calculated the
honest Sloan, as he rubbed some more
Cayenne pepper and kerosene OH his
face to give it the appearance of heat
and perspiration. ''Ilere, take some OF
this medicine; it will help you, You've
got the goldarndest case Of chills | ever
saw"
The stranger looked wild. The wind
whistled round the cOrner with a vicious
howl. and the stranger rubbed the end
of his nose to keep up the circulation.
"Well | must say that you are the
most wonderful character | ever met, y
said the tenderfoot. Don't you think
YOU will freeze out here a day like this
in yOur shirt sleeves?"
"Freezel Free1!' yelled Sloan.
.'Why, man, | tell you, you're sick.
Why. this is a mild, balmy atmosphere.
This is just the kind Of = day to plant
TTinPzin Seeds I've just been out
hoeing my early rose potatoes, and l
find that the blasted bugs have got onto
the vines. Whewl let's go in and take
n lemonade to cool off on
s'NO. excuse me; / guess III go back
to the hotel.n replied the tourist; but
inst as he was about to leave Farmer
Wallace appeared, putting and persplr-
inc. carving his coat ON II arm and a
sheaf of wheat ON the other.
''Well Sloan, said the farmer, little
warm to-day,
YES. How are YOU getting along
with your work.
every well, indeed. l left the boys
blowing on the northwest quarter, and
the neighbOrs' girls have come over to
90 a plumming ON the creek
Bythis time the stranger looked faint
and weak.
.'Sav. farmer said Sloan, pointing
mt the bewildered stranger, don't you
think that this gentleman IS IN pretty
bad shape? | tell you he ought to see a
doctor. .,rer
why, my friend, what's tRe . &C.
with you?'' asked the a'- $50 ~ ~ liz
that went echoi,% aa 1"e W" look cold
emg Kind er blue, Come out for your
health, l Supposed
Ks the stranger was about to speak
hldl l an Ntlitt ultit tHt oCNAAN
ed i'm a tidy baseball uniform, and
swinging IA bat in his hands. Come
ON, Come on, All aboard for the ball
orounds!' shouted the Captain as he
dashed by with a gleeful expression on
his sparkling eyes aud 4 ruddy glow on
his cheeks.
.'Wm YOU 90 out to the game of ball,
stranger?7 mildly asked MI, Sloan.
You can walk down With
But he was gone, lie rushed back to
the hotel. went to his room, thaWed out
over a steam radiator, and remained m
side gazing ont upon the first real,
rolickmg blizzard Of the season, unit.
the east-bound train arrived. He PAID
his bill by the bell-boy route, refusing t
sneak TO any II until he
MAS safely seated in the Pull
man sleeper. As the train moved
ont he asked the conductor if he woulC
put on a little extra speed, as he wanted
10 see his wife and children once mort
before he died.