The daily silver state. [volume] (Winnemucca, Nev.) 1903-1907, 1903-07-18
by
WILL N.
HARDEN

Author Of
"Dssfe0sh~

He'd make a bang up detective"
laughed Abner. "One day | was ut
Filmore's store. Neil sometimes. when
he's rushed. gifts Pole to clerk fer i'm.
teca'se he's quick Mt figures. 1t hap
Iened that role had the store to Unset
one day when Neil had gone off to cut
down a bee tree with q passle O. neigh
bors. an n trifiin' Teller come In an
begun to nose about. An when Poles
back was turned to weigh up some
cotton in the seed he stole a pocket
book oct % the showcase. | reckon
I'ote didn't like his looks much nohow,
fer as soon as the skunk had gone he
begun to look about to see eff he'd lei
ANYTHING. All at once he missed the
pocKethook an told Neil that night
that he was mighty nigh shore the rel-
Ter lifted Ii. but he couldn't rally
swear to it. About n week after that
lie seed the same Teller comm down
the road headed fer the store on hts
gray mule. Me an Neil was both thar.
an Pole hustled us in the back room
an told us to stay thar. He said he
WIS a-goin' to find out eff the Teller
st0ld the book. Neil was afeerd of a
row an tried to prevent i'm. but he
jest showed us back an shet the door
on US. Neil got i'm II crack in the par
tition. an | found me a knothole.
The fcller hitched an come in an
said howdy do an started to take a
cheer nigh the door. but Pole stopped
I'M.
Gone heer to the showcase SEES
be. 4 want TO show you some'n'.' The
feller went. an | seed Pole yank out
the box at had the rest o. the pocket
books in it. Look v heer.' Pole said
in Il loud, steady voice-you could "a
heerd i'm clean to the creek-'look v
heer. The regular price o. these books
is fifty cents; that's what we sell 'em
fer; but you've got TO run yore hand
down in yore pocket an give me n dol
lar fer one quicker'n you ever made a
trade in yore life
What do you mean?' the Teller
said.
~ mean exactly what | said, an
you are a-losin' time said Pole. talkin'
louder an louder. The price is fifty
cents: but you got to Gi' me a dollar
fer one. Haul 'er out, my friend; haul
'er out. It'll be the cheapest thing you
ever bought in yore life
The Teller was as white as a sheet.
He gulped two or three times fore he
spoke: then he said: i know what You
think. You think | took one t'other day
when | was lookin' in the showcase.
but you are mistaken
~ never said a word about you
takin' one Pole yelled at i'm, but
you'd better yank out that dollar an
buy one. Y0H need it,
The Teller did 1t. | heerd the money
ci;uk as he laid it on the glass, an !
knowed he was convicted.
They are only with so cents he
said kinder faintlike.
"'Yo're a liar Pole yelled at i'm.
FER you've jest paid II dollar fer one on
yore own account. Now I'll Jest give
you two minutes to straddle that mule.
Ef you don't. I'll take you to the sherin
myself, you thief
"'l've always done my tradin' heer.'
said the Teller, thlnkln' that d sorter
pacify Pole, but he said; Yes, an yore
stealth, too, | reckon. you black livered
jailbird. Git out. git out!
Me N Neil come in when the fel-
Ter d gone. but Pole was actually too
mad to speak. He got of too burned
light he said after awhile. 1 could a
sold i'm Il big bill o. goods at 100 per
cent profit. fer be had plenty o. money.
Now he's ridin' of laughin' at me-"
ITO no continued