Baxter Springs news. [volume] (Baxter Springs, Kan.) 1882-1919, 1892-07-23

with o guffaw, I'D know you was
clean took up something or other,
squar. You haint said nothing about
Iowy ner Oregon"
The great episode of Squar Browns
life had been journey to the Pacific
coast twenty years ago The business
which had been his object had failed,
but the trip had been to him piano.
rama OF keen pleasures. "reminiscences
of 1t were still large part OF his talk.
Vague things reminded him OF 1t, and
when nothing served he introduced the
subject barefacedly.
"Well, no, Ihain't, Sylvester, he said,
rubbing his chin. in enjoyment OF the
Joke. There.was an odd warmth OF TEL
iowship between them, founded on n
kindred kindness of heart or humorous
sense--or on their human brotherhood
alone.
Vet whitfield on when Squar Brown
had gone, sitting with his feet sprawled
apart and his elbows on his knees, his
horse, looking to be the worthier,
standing patient. Vet worked only
when he could not keep clear OF it.. He
lived with daughter and an unwilling
son-in.law, and spent what money he
could get for whisky.
SONAR Brown went up the road.
Meeting a neighbor on gig he made
an excuse to step over the ditch and
speak to him.
"I'm going to Pomeroy next week and
see about getting my teeth" he said,
and got out and spread open the cir
cular.
A few days later the news went
through the neighborhood, not the less
brislsly for its being an old story, that
Vet Sawdey had gone uptown and got
drunk again; and in short space the
details became known.
The limitations of the country spree
are narrow. Vet Sawdey's usual Gus
tom, and his were the blacklist trans
gressions the region knew, was to drive
up town with horse OF his son-in-
laws. point for the one saloon, and
there drink as much strong stuff rs he
could pay for; to stagger around the
street little, with incoherent talk and
loud laughter; later, his alcoholic in
sanity rising, to mount his buggy and
drive up and down the main street mt
such speed as Intellectual mad flashing
ut his horse urged her to; to give forth
senseless whoops and squeals; to be
grisl- object of terror to children and u
serious warning to all
All this he had done this time, and
more. He had arrived Mt the quarrelsome
stage and, deserving his buggy, had at
tackled an observant group boisterously,
offered to fight them each or all to-
gether, and made shaky attempt atit
And there the marshal had interfered,
having been watching for his first eX-
cuse; he had opportunity for arrests sell
dom, and this was welcome. Men look
upon pitable things and smile, with ill
conditioned pride in tine ability so to do;
the general sentiment was one OF graft
6cation. A crowd of little boys, eying
Vet as chained tiger, had followed
him and the marshal to the lockup;and
the editor of the town paper had writ
ten paragraph, using his unvarying
| formula for such cases, to the erect
that Vet Sawdey had come to town,
got outside of too much Of the O-be-
| joyful. and been landed in the cooler.
SQuar' Brown heard the news and the
particulars, and went over tow ard
| night to see Daniel Leach, Vets SON.
in-law. He was chopping wood in the
back yard.
Yes, sir, Squar', he's been right at it
again" he said. "Wasnt but five
weeks ago, the last time. wasn't to
home, that's how it happened. He
wouldn't have got off with my horse
and buggy another time, if l had
BEEN"
II heard they'd got him in the lock,
up" said Squar' Brown.
HE was getting frisky-wanted to
6ght-and they run him in" Leach re-
Joined. land tomorrow they'll haul him
up and fine him again. Shouldn't won
der If twas ten dollars this time" lie
struck his ak into the knot and his
I fists together. 81 don't go near him
I've paid two fines for him in year,
and I've done It the last time. I'd never
ought to paid one. I'm poor man,
and I've got family to see to and
debt on my place. My children don'i
have half what they ought to; do you
think I'm going to fairly take the vic
tuals out of their mouths to pay for Vet
tSawdey's whisky and fines? That's
what I've done, pretty near, and I'm
done with it, and there can't anybody
blame me. He's n good-for-nothing
dog-gone old rascal
He was not hard mar, but being
goaded to the point of rebellion he
stood firm. He went on chopping
Squar' Brown looked at him timidly.
Used to be so you could work out
your fine on the roads," he said, "bu'
It's been changed. Have to 60 tC