, 1888-11-22
HE MEETS A LIAR.

"What is your business ?" ventured.
Real estate" he replied Il sell real
estate. | can show you valuable property
in any part of the town." and throwing
his legs over my lap, he yanked large
roll foom hidden pocket in his coat. and.
he called plat of the town, with pen
and ink sketch, in one corner, of Mount
Hood in the distance. 1--WE haven laid
Mount Hood out into lots yet he said in
quiet way. I'VE shall probably do that
next year. But lots will come high there.
| seemed to have got into the right
groove when | suggested that probably the
lots would come higher up near the top
than anywhere else on the mountain.
What kind of a climate have you got
at Spokane?' | inquired.
Piled Nobody dies there. When the
town was started a cemetery was laid out
four miles from the city limits. 1t stood
around empty for five years, and the city
council, seeing there was going to be no
use for it, condemned the ground and
made public park of it. The only burial
that has occurred in the town since | ar
rived there three years ago was that OF a
COW that got killed on the railroad. Death
was such novelty to the people that flags
were hung at half mast, business houses
closed, and everybody in town put on
mourning and went to the funeral. 1t Is
great climate for any body suffering from
lung trouble. have one case in mind now
that illustrates the beneficial effect of our
climate on weak lungs. About six
months ago young fellow arrived in
Spokane from Boston. He had the con-
sumption. The doctors said one lung was
entirely gone, and there was only about an
ounce and half of the other left. The
fallnuy carriaA IN, tha hpfpl m a
stretcher, and you could hear him cough
above the roar of the falls. Well, sir,
everybody in town was getting ready to
celebrate his death. 1t was great event
for Spokane, you know. but the fellow
didn't die. In few days he was walking
around town, and now the doctors say he
has got pair of good solid lungs. and a
third one has sprouted down in the small
of his back. Oh, it's wonderful eli.
mate"
The liar saw that was entertained, and
taking another deep breath, continued {:
We've got the finest soil around Spokane
that lies on the sunny side of this earth,
and the country is splendidly watered.
No irrigating bitches: no, sir; the coun-
try is full of springs, as clear and pure
springs as you ever saw, and they re
all over the country. It's great country
for springs, indeed. Why, | sold a
man farm about ten miles north OF
the town the other day. | warranted
him that there would be at least one good
spring on the place. What do you think ?
Why, that fellow went down into the lot
back of the barn one day and found no end
of springs, and he is making heaps of
money by gathering spiral springs and
spring mattresses that the gronnd seems
filed with and selling them to the West
ern trade. never saw such country for
springs in my life."
The soil must indeed be very fertile,
said. bracing myself against the parti-
tion to receive the next onslaught.
20, very," said he, looking at me across
the bridge of his nose and twitching his
head wisely. "A funny thing happened
up il the Spokane valley year ago. 1t
wasn't so funny, either, for it resulted
in considerable loss to q farmer up
there. There was spot on the