The daily silver state. [volume] (Winnemucca, Nev.) 1903-1907, 1903-08-05
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by; then he went to the door again
and saw Craig go into Fincher's ware
house at the end of the nex block of
struggling, wooden buildings. Pole
sauntered down the sidewalk in that
direction, passing the trent door of the
warehouse without looking in. The
door ut the side of the house had a
long platform before Ii, aid CT IL
Fincher. the proprietor, was weighing
bales of hay which were being unload
ed from several wagons by the u
trymen who were disposing of it.
Hello. Mr.. Fincheri" Pole greeted
him Familiarity. Want any help un-
loadin'I"
Hello, Baker, said Fineher, lool-
ing up from the blankbook in which lie
was recording the weights. NO. l reck-
on they can handle 1t all right" Finch
err was a short. fat man. very bald and
with a round. laughing face. He had
known Pole a long time and consid-
cred him a most amusing character.
"iiow do you come on, PoleP'
"Oh, about as common. | jest thought
them fellers looked sorter lightweight"
The men on the wagon laughed AZ
they thumped a bale of hay on to the
platform. You'd better dry up" one
of them said. Wen git the mayor to
put you to work agin."
well, he'll have to be quicker about
it than he was the last time" said Pole
dryly.
Some one laughed Justify from be-
hind q tall stack of wheat in bags in
the warehouse. 1t was Lawyer Ira
bue. He came round and picked up
Fincher's daily paper. as he did every
morning, and sat down and began to
read 1t.
Now you are talkin'," he said.
THAR was more rest in that job, Pole,
than any you ever undertook. They
tell me you didn't crack a rock"
Fincher laughed as he closed his
book and struck Baker with it play
fully. POLE was too tired to do that
job" he said. He was born that way"
Say. Mr.. Trabue." retaliated Pole,
Ibid you ever heer how | got the best
o. Mr.. Finchor in a chicken trader
81 don't think | ever did. Pole"
laughed the lawyer, e~xpectantly. How
was itY'
"Oh, come off. don't go over that
again. said Fincher, flushing.
at was this away" said Pole. with
a broad. wholesome grin. My cousin,
Bart Wilks. was runnin' the restaurant
under the car shed about two yeer ago.
lie was a new hand at the business.
an one day he had a awful rush. He
got Il telegram that q train load o pas
sengers had missed connection at Chat
tanooga an would have to eat with
him. He was powerful ratified, run
MIN round like Il dog after it's tail. He
knowed he'd have to have a lot O. fry
in chickens, an he couldn't leave the
restaurant. so he aXed me eff I'd take
the money an go out in town an buy
'em fer i'm. | consented. an struck
Mr.. Fincher. who was sellin' sech truck
then. He lowed. you know. that |
jest wanted one. or two al the outside,
fer my own use. so when | seed a fine
coop out in front an aXed the price OF
'em ne kinder drawed on his beerd till
his mouth fell open an studied how
he could make the most out o. me.
After awhile he said. Well. Pole, iii
make EN- 10 cents apiece eff l pick 'em,
an 10 eff you pick EN- ! sorter skeerd
the chickens around an seed thar was
two or three tiny ones hidin' under the
big ones. an ! seed what he was up TO.
but ! was ready fer i'm. All right
ses |. you pick EN- Thar was two
or three loafers standin' round an
they all laughed at me when Mr..
tincher got down over the coop az
finally ketched one about the size OF
Il robin an hauled it out. Keep on
a-pickin'.' ses |. an he made q graf
fer one a little bigger an handed it III
10 me. Then he stuck his hands dowh
in his pockets, doin' his best to keep
from laughin'. The gang yelled then.
Dut | wasn't done. Keep on a-pickin',
SEES l.. An he got down agin. An. sir.
] got that coop at about 4 cents apiece,
less'n he'd paid fer EN-. He tried IL
back. but the gang wouldn't let i'm.
Ii was the cheapest lot o. chickens |
ever seed. | turned the little ones GU,
TO fatten and made Wilks pay me tn,
market price all round fer the bunch
iii be bound you made some'n' on,
Of It," said Trabue. "Fincher. did yoL
ever heer how hat scamp tuck in ev.
cry merchant on this street about two
yeer ago."
Never heerd anything except HE
OWN 'em ALL" said Fincher, with d
laugh.
II could put i'm in the penitentiar!
fer it." affirmed the lawyer. "YoL
know about that time thar was n pow.
crlui rivalry goin' on among the store
.eepers. They was movin' heaven ali
earth TO s,ll Their big stocks. Well, on
CT the spryest in the lot, Joe Gaylord.
noticed that Pole was powerful popu
lar with mountain folks. an he mads
I'm n proposition. bindin' i'm down t.
secrecy. He proposed to give Pole II
per cent commission on all the goods
he'd hep sell by bringin' customers
in the store. Pole hesitated beca'se, h>