The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1903-06-05
MIXTURE TOO STRONG
WHISKY AND "scRIPTER" MADE
EFFECTIVE COMBINATION.
Put Texas Colonel Into Profound
Sleep-Aehievement Of the Man
Who TOOK Little Wine for the
Stomachs Sake"

the other, according TO the way he
had last pushed il. He was a cowboy
of the old sort and he was weather.
beaten. my my. how tough he was.
and even now at the age of forty-nine.
how capable and ready either for
rough riding or heavy drinking!
This man was Robert Leffingweil of
San Antonio, If the Brown hotel regis.
ter told the truth, and its veracity
could hardly be doubted, as Mr.. LET
fingwell made the entry himself. He
was very quiet while being assigned
TO a room, and beyond pulling at his
crimped gray mustache a bit he
made no motion till he had been duly
quartered in a high up but comfort.
able room.
Now. Bill, I'm booked" he said,
turning to an old friend who waited
for him; its up TO you to show me
the town" And the two started out.
But they had no more than stepped
out of the hotel when Mr.. Letting
wells gaze encountered a brilliant
row of electric lights.
Whats the 'Nav-er?" he asked
That's the Navarro" replied his
friend
We'll, | don't keer what you call it;
it looks good. Les go there"
And there they went, and there they
found material which seemed to gen.
crate good humor in Mr.. Leffingwell
and caused his lank cheeks to CORFU
gate with cheerfulness.
I've always been pretty fond of
Ticker" said the tail Texan, land |
never keered who knowed it, | never
found it done me no harm S longs |
didn't try to dreen the entire town
though | did that once or twice-yes,
maybe more'n that"
Mr. Leffingwell stayed his speech
and leaned affectionately against the
bar.
There was one Teller, though" he
resumed, as if he were addressing the
yellow glowing, appreciative tankard
of rye" that stood waiting beyond
the man in white, lone Teller that did
me up proper at my own game-well,
! won't just say 'game'-but beat me
lushin', and at that time ! was fool
enough TO be mortified over it.
reckon, though, it was more the way it
come mp.
Il was down to Lehi That's a little
place that had just sprung up. ! was
with a small Bar-Tee-Cross outfit
roundin' up But we put in Sunday
there and there was some sort of a
young mems prayer meetin and, we
bein camped so clost. we went TO it.
We'll. | kind of set there and let
EN- talk and pray and go on, but |
didn't take much interest. was pref
~ dry and | knowed | had a jug OF
good ticker up at the camp, and |
wanted to git at ii. One of the loudest
OF these here young hell-whoopers
come around and begin TO talk reli.
giOn to me. | told him that was all
right, but II wasn't my game | told
him that what | hankered for more
anything else was about three inches
of old rye. | thought that would set.
tie him He said that he didn't see
nothing wrong in taking Ticker in mod.
Grafton for the stomachs sake, for
that was according to scripter. And
when got up to go to camp he said S
he'd like TO go along with me and talk
me up lot more if | didn't mind.
Il told him he could do as he
pleased about ii and he was welcome
to talk as long as he durn pleased
And say-that's what he done | reck.
on you never heerd no SIGH talker in
all your born days. He just KEEP up a
reg'ler streak Of talk, only breakin'
into it for one thing, and that was tc
take a drink, for when we tito camp
| got out the jug and told him to help
hisse'f. which he done, good and plen-
tiful, sayin' agin it was for his stom.
ach's sake and right in line with scrip.
ter
We'll, sir, ! don't know how much
We drunk that night. me and him, for
| couldn't say exactly how much was
in the jug at the start. ! started to
count our drinks. but lost track and
finally fell over back'ards and couldn't
get up. The last heard this here re-
ligious friend of mine expoundin'
something about the way of the trans.
gressor, or some stuff er mother like
that, and then-well, | jest nacherly
winked out
When | had slep' ii off the jug was
empty and me friend had gone. But
he had done his duty. He had fit the
good fight and finished his work