New-York tribune., 1901-09-01

| bring some hOmbre TO spell you tner mex trip
Can you stick it out till then? If you can't
| get in the wagon anyhow an let the sheep go
| to hell"
| "Oh, I reckon kin stand it till then" sighed
| Hank; ''but it's shore lonesome And so the
long whip cracked and the brake ground the
wheels. and the wagon slid after the trotting
mules down the trail
In two days Hank sorry that he had not
! climbed into the wagon, and considered whether
he would not do we'll to strike out afoot for the
Madre Chiqueta; but there were Hvin' tracks
around the spring, and the corral frail
: thing. so he gritted his teeth and stayed, and
i to the camp. 1t is safe to say that ever
| got a heartier welcome.
He stayed two days. and when he went be-
trayed his Eastern origin by asking for the
] bill"
| "Godr' exclaimed Hank. 'ef you only knew
how tickled I've ben have YOU here, How
much do 1 owe you. pardner? I'd like ter hire
you fer the mex three months Jest ter talk ter
me"
/ That gave the parting guest idea. He
may have realized how this solitary herder felt.
| Perhaps during his brief journey the
dreariness of the desert had entered into his own
soul AT all events, he unpacked his big
hide trunk and took therefrOm a small box and
a paper parcel. From the box he took curious
\ HltIe Uldchlhet upon winch he Htleu glossy
hollow cylinder from the parcel; lastly attaching
| a tin funnel and winding up the arrangement
with a key. Then. Hank gazed in open
mouthed wonder. a curious whrring sound pro-
| ceeded from the funnel. and then in nasal vi
| brant tones voice which said: Ladies' and
| gentlemen, fellow citizens: / have heSta-
| tion in declaring to you tonight that in his at
titude on the financial question the President
of the United States has placed himself in d-
rect opposition the letter and the spirit of the
| constitution" Know who that is?" asked the
! traveller It's William Jennings Bryan. Here,
we'll jerk him out and try another. SOusa's
band How do you like that? Here's The Lit
| tie Old Red Shawl That Mother Wore Another
speech Take the whole lot and be happy. There
! is a dozen records. and they ought TO keep you
| from getting lonesome for a while, anyway"
| Hank had never or heard Of anything
like this before. and his delight and gratitude
knew no bounds. He wanted 10 pay his beue-
factor for the machine. 'but could only get him
/ 10 accept a tanned wildcat skin. Then this
angel entertained unawares got into his buck
board and his team rapidly carried him out Of
sight
But Hanks case was different now. Al night
he could wind up his little phonOgraph and
| music and song and oratory and laughter filed
his shack through the medium of the tin horn
There was record that he used more than
any other and Swathed more tenderiy in it's
protecting cotton. and time went on there
were evenings when this particular record was
the only one that he used. 1t started off with a
storm of handclapping. Then the music Of a
single violin in prelude. and a womans voice.
strong and sweet and clear sang:
Round my Indiana homestead wave the corn
| fields.
| In the distance loom the woodlands clear and
/ cool.
! Oftentimes my thoughts revert 10 scenes of
| childhood.
| Where 1 first received my IeSsons-nature's
| school
! Hank tried to imagine what she would look
like. and presently identified her with a coIorei
lithOgraph of sirI feeding chickens. that had
come TO him with months supply of plug
tobacco-a blue eyed. fiaxen haired maiden with
round. white arms and preternaturally grace
ful form And the singer grew very real 20
him. and he thought about her as he watched
his flock, and ever the refrain of the song rams,
in his ears:
The moon shines bright tonight upon the
Wabash.
From the fields there comes the scent of new
mOWn hay.
Through the sycamOres the candle light is
cleaning
/ ON the banks of the Wabash far away.
| Well, you don't seem to have suffered none
said Bill Williams. when he drove up To III,