Daily inter mountain. [volume] (Butte, Mont.) 1881-1901, 1901-01-28

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BY Garrard Harris. E
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BY Barnard Harris.

treatment, srimly replied his physician.
Down went the cocktail
oh. 1 see the game; for me to be
a little late and have her get mad.
isn't it?" gleefully chirped Armstrong.
His face was beginning to flush.
I'm MT going to divulge anything.
just now. I am treating this case of
too much affection, and l am going to
effect cure" He smoked awhile in
silence and then fixed up a tremendous
Scotch high-ball. 1t followed the cock
| tails. and in turn was speedily followed
by a whisky straight and another cock
tall BY this time Armstrong WAS quite
hilarious. Strong took a half glass
of whisky and carefully poured it all
over Armstrong; shirt front Some
| ashes from an old and very strong pipe
were then rubbed into the wrinkled
garment. Another drink was given
Armstrong and his collar crushed and
wrinkled with liquor. At O'clock,
when he was fairly well loaded and
looking the picture of maudiin intOX-
ication. Strong braced him against the
front door of Edith's house and pulled
the bell, leaving him there alone.
About O'Clock that night Strong was
Weakened by a pealing of the bell and
Q. pounding on the door. He hnrriedly
arose, and slipping a bath robe about
him, rushed down and admitted Arm
strong. Armstrong meekly followed
him into the room. In the glare of the
light, the recent inebriate certainly did
look queer. He had on a clean white
collar. With it was bright plaid tie
with fiaring ends. large blue silk
mutfler was pinned on either sid. of his
vest ANA stuffed inside SO as tp conceal
the untidy shirt front. His face shone
from soap and water. and his hair was
neatly combed. He was very sober ana
much subdued. Strong looked at him
and reared with laughter. The object
of his merriment stood and blinked
sadly at his mentor. Finally Strong re-
covered himself sufficiently to calculate,
| "Well?"
Bob, I'm a beast, and I love that
| girl. Shes an angel a regular out and
| out angel, and what's more, I'm going
to marry her three weeks from today"
"Well, I'll be de-whe- You
| blithering idiot!''
why, don't you know that instead
of raising particular mischief ana Civ
| ing me fits for being late to fill the
show engagement, and especially for
| coming there looking like a Clark street
drunk. she just rushed me in the par
lOr. laid me out on lounge, got me one
of her pas collars, this gaudy tie of
| her kid brothers. and this muffer of
hers to hide that awful looking shirt.
Then she got a pitcher of ice water
and towel and some soap, and pro-
ceeded to clean me up. Not word of
reproach, not an angry syllable, not
a tear That woman is too good for
| me she fS-'
| "Oh. stop that-it is rancid talk for
a man like you. What about Ethlyn ~
asked Strong.
"Oh. hang Ethyn. Now she never
would have ceased condemning me, but
would have"
"Well one thing certain, if YOU are
| going to marry Edith, you owe Ethlyn
an explanation. If you don't set out
of it some way, that big Bud Of hers
will come around and pound you.
Armstrong was staggered.
Bob, l can't do it. 1 just cannot
face the music"
You are nice one to start out on
a career Of married life, afraid of a
woman! You make me tired
bob, are you afraid of herr"
Harry Armstrong, / am not afraid
of any woman, or man either. Have
a drink?"
Heavens no. I've quit. Well if you
are not afraid you've got to break the
news for me. l will make an engage
ment tomorrow evening for us to call
and after I have introduced you and
gotten you started, l will move out"
mice, manly programme, that,
growled Strong. "All right, though
I'll fix it."
And so, accordingly, the next even.
ing, the two men called on Ethlyn
Armstrong staid about a half hour ant
then left, fleeing to Edith. 1t WAS three
days before the two men met again.