Barbour County index. [volume] (Medicine Lodge, Kan.) 1880-current, 1898-06-08

"a y .sN.sS31ST QOWn the aSnSS III
IA ( ", Sss=K his pipe-bowl with
& .<SaESxN the square tip OF
Es9 zA his middle finger.
- * y, The Thermometer
III S-.7ss.s,. on the shady ver-
anda marked eigh-
ty-seven degrees of heat, and nature
wooed the soul of languor and rcvery;
but nothing could abate the energy Of
this bony sage.
''They talk about their Atlautises,-
their submerged continents!" he ex-
claimed, with sniff through his wide,
hairy nostrils. "Why, Trednoke, do
you realize that we are living literally
at the bottom of a Mesozoic-at any
rate, Cenozoic-sea?''
The gentleman thus Indignantly ad-
dressed contemplated his questioncr
with the serenity of one conscious of
freedom from geologic responsibility.
He was man of about the professors
nge,-say, sixty years,-but not like
him In appearance. His figure was
stately and massivc,-that of one who
in his youth must have possessed vast
physical strength, rigidly developed
and disciplined. Well set upon his
broad shoulders was q noble head,
crowned with gray, wavy hair; the
eyes and eyebrows were black and
powerful, but the expression was
kindly and humorous. His mustache
and the Roman convexity of his chin
would have confirmed your convic-
thof ha
warrior; in which you would have been
correct, for Gen. Trednolke always ap-
peared what he was, both outwardly
and inwardly. His great frame, clad
In white linen, was comfortably dis
posed in a japanese straw armchair;
yet there was soldierly poise in his at
titude. He was smoking a large and
excellent cigar; and cup of coffee,
with tiny glass of cognac beside it,
stood on a mahogany stand at his
elbow.
Do you remember, Meschines, the
time licked you at school?" he In
quired in q tone of pleasant reninis-
cence.
II can't say do. What's more, I
venture to challenge your statement.
And though you nre hundred pounds
tAe better. Of me in weight,
and West Point graduate, 1
will wager my pipe (which is
worth its weight in diamonds) against
that old woollen shirt of Montezuma's
that you showed me yesterday, that I
can lick you to-day, and forget all
about 1t before bedtime!'
"Well, l guess you could" returned
the General, with little chuelle,
'even If hadn't that Mexican bullet
in my leg. But you couldn't forty-fve
years ago, though you tried, and
though l was year younger than you,
and weighed five pounds less. Come,
now; you don't mean to say you've for
gotten Susan Brownr'
"Oh-eh-hahi Susan Browni Well,
declare! And what brought her into
your head | should like to l1now?"
"Why, after breaking your heart
first, and then rnine, lost sight other,
and don't think have seen her since.
But it appears she was married to a
fellow named Parsloe"
Don't fancy that namep' observed
the professor, wagging his head and
frowning. HAS mean sound to it.
But what of it?"
"Well, she died,-rest her soul!-and
Parsloe too. But they had daughter,
and she survives them"
"And resembles her mother, eh?-
No, Tr<dnoke, the time for that sort of
thing has gone by with me. Susan
might have had re, five-and-forty years
ago; but cant undertake to revive my
passion for the benefit of Mrs Parsloe's
daughters. Besides, I'm too busy to
think of marriage and not-not old
enoughv'
At this tour de force, the General
laughed softly, and finished his coffee.
An old Indian, somewhat remarkable
In appearance, with shaggy white hair
hanging down on his shoulders, stepped
forward from the room where he had
been waiting, and removed the cup.
"No letters yet, Kamaiakan?' asked
the General, in Spanish.
''In a few minutes, General" the
other replied. pablo has Just come in
sight over the hill. There were several
errands''
''Muy buenl-I was going to say,
Meschines, her father and mother left
the girl poor, and she. being, appar-
emily, clever and energetic, took to
81 lSnowi" the professor interrupted.
''They all do it, when they are clever
and energetic, and that's the end of
them!-S -School-teachingr
Not at oil, returned General Tred-
nolxc- 'She entered.a dry goods store.''
Entered a dry-goods store! Well,
there's nothing so extraordinary In
that. I've seen quantities of women do
it, of oil ages, colors and degrees.
What did she buy there?''
''Oh. a fiddlesticlxp' exclaimed the
general 'sWhy don't you keep quiet
and listen to my story? say, she went
into a great dry goods store in New
York, as saleswoman.'
'.Bless my souli You don't mean q
shopgirl?''
..lhat's what said. isn't ita And
why not?''
aoh, weill-but, sAsds Of Susan