Waterbury evening Democrat. [volume] (Waterbury, Conn.) 1887-1895, 1894-06-02

THE TOWN COWBON
over red. rusty, trodden down congress
shoes: red necked cowboys. with French
heels, leather panties and profanity, clay
bank hair, golden teeth, keen shoulder
blades, rum. freckles, sOggy old plague
infected cigars, white eyes slab sided, IL
resolute; the coyote, the town cowboy
not the one who works, but the dime novel
deadbeat who ornaments the lettering
porch of the Live and Let Live saloon.
Today we came on the Santa Fe road
from Arkansas City to Winfield. There
was an Arkansas family consisting of a
mother and II children. They sat near
me and had the odor of a basket of pups.
l forgot to say that the father was with
them, but he did not seem to cut any
figure aside from making the II children
legitimate.
There were two Indians on board who
looked down on these people with silent
but merited contempt. They were bet
ter dressed, better hammered and better
filled with brains. The father held a
child over so miles because he was too
lazy to put it down. The mother had
been salivated and wore pink sunbOn-
net Nine of the children had been
weaned, and the old man could also eat
solid food, sit up and take notice.
was somewhat panied to receive
letter last week from my agent at Chi
cagO in reference to the loss of some
property in suburb of Chicago. \ wear
ago | got a number of lots there on the
representation of Il man who seemed to
be lovely character. l met him i'll
/. l,., 1
for complimentary tickets to oar Ni.:i-
vailed show. asked hiln with C.l;li"U:!G
naivete how many los At would 1--WE
me for the tickets, for lie had told m of
his Indiana addition 10 Chicago. lie
finally sold me Il block, taking the net
receipts for the evening as payment.
One reason l bought WAS that the inn
prOvements he had made seemed to me
worth the price. for each block had new
sidewalks. etc. Last week a letter in
formed mo that Ivy sidewalks had been
destroyed by prairie fire.
l was dumfuunled. for l had thought
the lots TO be near :he Auditorium. In
fact, the gentle being who sold them to
me said That they were within sight of
that building.
way by total stranger!
l was intending to build there a mod
est little cot and thus have quiet place
where could live when visit Chicago
instead of paying Mr.. Bemis IS per day
for suit of rooms at the Richelieu, but
l am told now that if lived there my
nearest voting place would be Valparaiso,
Ind, so | have given it up.
Oh, how bitterly I referred to that
man when began to see his true nature!
l almost hated him. OF course did not
care to buy farm property in Indiana.
He knew that perfectly we'll, and so now
he has lost my friendship.
The ground. too, is wet-real wet. An
other man told me so. He knew it was
wet, too, but he did not tell me aboutit.
although I told him that l wanted to
know all about it before l bought.
Recently learned that the census was
taken there during Il rooster fight, when
500 men came out from Valparaiso to
eyade the authorities.
would give tie mans name right here
in the paper We're it not for the pain it
might give his family.
On the map he showed me was large
factory in course of construction. vim
egar works employing 800 men, but when
he had sold all the lots he took down the
vinegar works and removed them to an
other suburb which he is now engaged
in selling.
Such things are simply contemplate,
and in me he has lost a valuable and in
fuential friend. l could have aided him
and advanced his interests if he had been
true to me; but, no, he preferred to cast
away my friendship and even sold five
other blocks on the ground that was
make times easy there.
People say that no one has ever been
there since the survey except man who
goes there sometimes during the winter
to steal. the sidewalks. Curse him, I say,
and curse the disagreeable man who sold
me the property! Fly upon such low.
reprehensible methods!
Yesterday man wanted to take me
out in buggy to look at some lots In
Arkansas City, Kan. The wind was
blowing wildly and shrieking through the
rigging of our hotel. The coarse sand and
gravel were blown against the window
like shower of buckshot. Our manager
stood looking out upon the clouds of dust
and sand that filled the sky as far as the
eye could reach.
Wouldn't you like to come along"
said the man, turning to the manager,
land pick you out a nice lot for specu-
lationY'
"No," said Raymond. with a dreamy
look in his dark eyes. at would be a
good time now, I'll admit, to buy some
real estate here as a hier, but don't
care to drive out there. If happen to
see q lot go by here that like, I'll buy
it. but I'd rather not drive out where
they come from"
1--WE will get tough steak here" he
said one day last week as we sat down in
a CHEEKY dining room.
"Why?' Inquired, with large, soulful,
longing eyes.
because you notice how wabbly the
table g on It's legsf Well, that's deny hS